Wednesday, August 31, 2005
The evening sun shades the water a strange red. The sombre ripples pat the shore and lap at my feet. The lake is eerily silent. The growl of silence is scary but I feel at peace with the lake.
Much blood has this lake seen. And much misery. Look close. You could see the shadows deep in its soul. Sometimes sad, sometimes even happy. But forever silent. Eons worth of secerts coccooned in its depth.
Now the wind moans. The ripples become waves. The lake is annoyed and angry. What do you want with me? I am ageless. Do not pry. Leave my secrets to me. You have no idea what you are upto. You cannot fathom my secrets. If you could, you would perish instantly.
But I am not prying. And I can do without your secrets. I have enough of my own. All I want now is sit by your side and listen and indulge in your silence.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Goodbye old buddy. Maybe it is nature's way of playing funny. Giving man about seventy years of life and his best friend just about ten.
Remember the good times we had, friend. You were a pup bursting with life. And then there was you at twelve, wizened like an old grape. I am sure we will meet again. Somewhere. Sometime. Till then,King,adieu.
I am going to miss you real bad.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I have been thinking hard. I still haven't got the answer to who is a loner and who is an exile. By the way, is this the same thing they call depression. It gets a bit confusing. Is it possble to be lonely and happy at the same tie. Ok, maybe not entirely happy. But reasonably happy.
Maybe I can find the answer. Someday.