DOWN SYNDROME

Wait is a four letter word but it's unending for me...everywhere there's rain except my sweet rain.Counting seconds minutes hours never ending,sleeplessness,ageing,disease(mental) all seem to crop up from nowhwere;
You Rain for you I have been always there since the time we met but now all of sudden you don't even have the time to meet me,alas I should vanish in the clouds,one little nano second is so precious I never knew this would have happened.
You are definitely striving hard for everything I am not not losing interest in work,the phone doesn't beep the phone is sleepy silent,where's the beep gone?
Knowing fully well that I can't remain like this without you tell me Oh my Rain why I have to suffer when everyone else in the vicinity meets you without any hazard.
I think I should not exist.

RAIN RAIN DONT BE FAR AWAY

Rain Rain its too tough,you have been wandering in the clouds from yesterday and this poor soul is roaming in the hot humid city aimlesslessly with no work or rather reluctant to work.

painfull days when I cant even talk to you,for about amonth am unable to meet you,you are overburdened on your work,i just hope to see you everday please through your internet machine if not humanly

awaiting just for you to return and see an everlasting smile

ECHOES FROM HEART

Waking up with huge pressure neck movement restricted with hangover......then a sunny morning..and rain questions which is greek.............i am not the type to understand complicated questions you know na then silence....................

killing just killing rain you know

KE SARA SARA

when everything seems lost just think ke sara sara,the future is not ours to see live in the present and not the past and the future.every morning wake up and think i could see another day so make the most of it,there's nothing to lose or win.
one might think that the other person is much more rich in all respects but does richness mean everything silver tonic does not give the happiness of the hug kiss and warmthg of holding tight to someone whom one trusts.
life does not stop for anyone it moves on slowly or maybe fast very fast.
all my clleagues have told me quite often asked me why i am content;being content is upto one accepting things the way it is propably the root goes back to the belgian father in school who had always made us feel that we have many more things in life than others;
once i was transferred to delhi; being a boka bong the country head had come down to make me understand that i should move for better,while on my way to see him off at the airport he question me"sumo which car do you drive?" my answer was i don't own a car.he was stunned and questioned me how would i survive in delhi! i was taken aback but promptly replied back to him 'boss i would travel the way others do in bus,taxi,rickshaw" it was his turn to stare and at that point of time all my colleagues were owning quite decnt vehicles.
my life has moved on with roadblocks and other hazards but thats part of life....
thats for now Rain things will move on has to move on,i can see the stars twinkling and slowly agolden sun is kissing the earth holding it tight with warmth and hugging gently and saying
its spring
KE SARA SARA WHATEVER WILL BE WILL BE

RAIN-echoes of a madman

It was pre monsoon life was continuing as it was mundane middle aged without any ambition yet amidst so much of riot,mob and war it was considerably smooth sailing typically those of boka bong types,a considerably good job in hand with a vivid public realtion in the local market and a bunch of followers.

Having spent most of the life away from home specially in the post teenage stage that even after becoming so called homely all of a sudden rain poured in slowly very slowly i was wet in rain i started to find myself the way i was long back there were days so frustrating and attempt to end this life was thre although unsuccessfull;unsuccessful yes in all respects and spheres of life.

Rain my rain changed everything sceonds minutes hours days haunting when do i see my rain??It becomes ahabbit a practice a grant a windfall all that i am till date whatever resurrection has happened is due to rain;

My rain is beautiful it has different moods and i only understand and thats the pleasure;in times of distress when i am fondled by rain i lose myself to the universe the eternity and then i understnad why i am alive otherwise i would have been a living fossil.

Rain=Madness even Eintstien cannot solve this:

For Rain I live

For Rain I speak

For Rain I fight

For Rain I am Mad

For Rain I wait

For Rain I sleep

For Rain I am awake

For Rain I Blog

Rain Rain Rain can you hear me whispering in the clouds..............

Friday Evenings

Friday evening are signals calling everyone its time to pack up and run away
we all want to get lost but can't what to do there's so much of constraints
stuck somewhere we dont want to
no other option
this life is somewhat wasted