Weave a dream

The evening sky, the setting sun, a look at the day gone by
And tomorrow shall come too soon, and pass like today does
A dream I weave, weave into space, weave into time
The dream I weave does touch the sky, touch the sun setting by
The dream does touch the clouds, the grey clouds then touch the dream
I wonder then looking at the setting sun...
Is this dream worth a try?
The black clouds of doubt linger past the setting sun
The sky turns grey and so does my dream
Will my dream hide with the setting sun?
The faint ray of hope looks me into my eye
Whispers to me a lovely tune
The tune does ask me to weave my dream, to colour it in hues bright
To give hope its wings, let it breathe and let it fly
Look for the silver lining in the clouds of doubt
Give your dreams it's dear home
Weave and weave and do weave your dreams
Tomorrow will be a far better day
The faint light will glow more bright, stay and shine more bright.

Forever

The smile that caught my eye
The one word that I heard
The moment when our paths crossed

Wish I could capture that moment,
Capture somewhere in the space of my mind
So I could see the smile time and again
Wish I could record that word,
Record in the back of mind
So I could hear it when I liked
Wish I could pause that moment,
Pause for as long as I liked

But that moment's gone
The smile has faded into time
The voice can hardly be heard
The distance is too much to tell

But I wish that moment to be back
The smile to stay for a lifetime
The words to be heard as I hear my breath
The gap to vanish into space...

Dream

The pleasant morning, the wish to sleep for a minute more
The dying traces of the night's dream
I try not to awake for a minute more
To not break the story and make it unfold
To see the smile and know the face
One more minute to see the dream to an end
But pleasant morning takes it all
I try to remember the story hard
But just as the sun begins to shine
I see the glimses fading away
And then I can't remember it more
As I get into the daily chores...

Loss(My Pussy's no more)

This was written long long back in 2000 when our pussy cat died :(

Just as the cold breeze touches us unawares
So did she enter our lives silently and suddenly
She became a part of us, we never understood and we never realized
She sat beside the fire on cold wintry evenings
She ate the sweet pie with us on warm afternoons
She walked in step to welcome friends
And bid them goodbye too
And countless things she did to make us laugh and bring happy tears!

But just as the breeze touches us and leaves
She left too, so soon, silently and suddenly
She was young and she was playful
But now she's gone
What remains are endless memories...
Her bright shining in the horizon and beyond
The breeze still will blow, touch and go
And life will move on!

Bangalore

I have memories from Bangalore that I cannot forget. My second home after Shillong and the first time I have been away from home. No doubt the place where you go to school/college is always special because you have endless memories of little things. Memories of your first visit to the college, memories of the first class that you attend, memories of the first friend that you make and so on that just stays on.

Just as I started writing this, I am taken  to the first day at hostel. My parents dropped me there and there was a girl from Jammu for whom that was the first day too. She was not my classmate and I can't remember her name now. I can vaguely remmeber her face too. I will have to ask one of my friends whether they can recall. We nearly joined our beds because my room was big and empty. This room became the envy of many others later when they thought that I had got the best room. Talking of the night I remember I woke so many times and was nearly waiting for the day to break in.

Slowly as other girls joined, we formed a group. We were eight girls and all from different parts of the country. But good for us, we had many similarities inspite of differences and these similarities have kept most of us close to each other then and keeps us going even now.

The image of the college brings back memories and one day I would surely like to visit the place. Hope it is sooner than later.

I am reminded of the Sunday mornings which started for me with arranging the clothes for the laundry when we were in hostel and later washing our clothes when we started living independently. I would make sure that this was the first thing that I did so that everyone got their time and space. A visit to the nearby shop to get the newspaper and read it with my morning tea and breakfast is something which I enjoy doing even today. I have to do both the things together or else it just seems so very incomplete to me.