When I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
There is no light in a room where there is no sun
and there is no sun if you're not here with me, with me.
From every window unfurls my heart
the heart that you have won.
Into me you've poured the light,
the light that you found by the side of the road.
Time to say goodbye.
Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
it's time to say goodbye.
When you're far away I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
And of course I know that you're with me, with me.
You, my moon, you are with me.
My sun, you're here with me with me,
with me, with me.
Time to say goodbye.
Places that I've never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I'll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
Both I'll revive them with you.
I'll go with you upon ships across the seas,seas that exist no more,
I'll revive them with you.
I'll go with you.
You and me.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
NASSEUN DORMA
Nobody shall sleep!... Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess, in your cold room,
watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
my name no one shall know...
No!...No!... On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!...
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Back to blogging
Been a while since i posted my last blog....have been leading a boring life...work-home-work cycle and i am now getting jaded for sure.. My show doing really well and the bosses think i am more than alright so waiting for that increment :)
Have to thank my Adi for inspiring me to blog again and i have decided that being a guy from the visual media i must incoroprate pictures on my blog so will look at all the old stuff and paste pictures everwhere- makes the blog more interesting...
What else, well in a relationship now...Met a really nice girl, used to be my junior in college...met her after 8 yrs and hit it offf...completely over the ex now...so those sad blogs now can be archived.
for now, need to go back to doing the next show....so until later
Vee
Have to thank my Adi for inspiring me to blog again and i have decided that being a guy from the visual media i must incoroprate pictures on my blog so will look at all the old stuff and paste pictures everwhere- makes the blog more interesting...
What else, well in a relationship now...Met a really nice girl, used to be my junior in college...met her after 8 yrs and hit it offf...completely over the ex now...so those sad blogs now can be archived.
for now, need to go back to doing the next show....so until later
Vee
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Since then
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems to be lingering thought,
If only I could pick a parched leaf,
And quench its thirst and turn it over,
Into a seed of a better tomorrow,
And the tiniest speck of dust,
Would be washed away,
Into the ground beneath and,
Hold the roots, of the fledging seed.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems a lingering weight,
Of things done and not,of the summers gone by and winters remembered,
Of the blossoms forgotten and rust remained,
The words held and spoken,
Wishing for direction, seen and followed,
Blind to hope and embracing nothing.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there it seems to be lingering,
And end that could have been better.
And yet there seems to be lingering thought,
If only I could pick a parched leaf,
And quench its thirst and turn it over,
Into a seed of a better tomorrow,
And the tiniest speck of dust,
Would be washed away,
Into the ground beneath and,
Hold the roots, of the fledging seed.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems a lingering weight,
Of things done and not,of the summers gone by and winters remembered,
Of the blossoms forgotten and rust remained,
The words held and spoken,
Wishing for direction, seen and followed,
Blind to hope and embracing nothing.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there it seems to be lingering,
And end that could have been better.
The mirror
It stands alone in the dark room,
Unseen and used like a birds old nest.
Waiting for an end that is never to come.
It always speaks the truth,
Even at the age that it is in,
It reflects and shines if,
some one admits to its age.
an old mirror it is,
Staring through the dark room,
It confirms to the light,
Picture it shows of what is and will never be,
unlike a photograph that captures age,
But grows old with you.
Yes it is the mirror,
And it is not scared,
For even if shattered into thousand pieces,
It will still reflect,
And stare back in defiance.
You keep it in a dark room,
So that none can see,
But how can you hide it forever,
For the aging image will someday be seen.
Unseen and used like a birds old nest.
Waiting for an end that is never to come.
It always speaks the truth,
Even at the age that it is in,
It reflects and shines if,
some one admits to its age.
an old mirror it is,
Staring through the dark room,
It confirms to the light,
Picture it shows of what is and will never be,
unlike a photograph that captures age,
But grows old with you.
Yes it is the mirror,
And it is not scared,
For even if shattered into thousand pieces,
It will still reflect,
And stare back in defiance.
You keep it in a dark room,
So that none can see,
But how can you hide it forever,
For the aging image will someday be seen.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
An ode to Dhano
The skies have finally and truly opened up in Mumbai.The city is flooding, the rivers are crossing their danger mark, the navy is on alert, people are being relocated, cars are swimming in water and people are collecting infections as they wade through the flood. For Mumbai, its a perfect day of floods and all is good.. So, while I absorb the rains into the soles of myshoes and my nice cotton socks, I remember all those perfect rainy days spent in manipal in the company of my Dhano
Oh yes Dhano, She could moan and scream like no other I have know before and she loved to get naughty on a rainy day where i would beg her and do the drill diligently until she finally agreed to relent to my desires.
Dhano is legacy- as old as Basanti's horse- probably even older, she continued to breath...most of the times in gasps, I do remember hearing sighs. Dhano has been in the family for so long as i remember. My uncle brought her bright red and shining when she first came out of the factory somewhere in Karnataka. He rode her long before she was handed over to my brothers until they got fancier and gave her up to me...
For a poor student in manipal, Dhano was a luxury. My shoes lasted longer, thanks to her...er too much credit, probably not but atleast she helped me escape the long rock climbs that I had to do in the rocky terrains of Manipal. It was a love story, she would announce my arrival long before i came into view...." I can hear Vicky's bike' Adithi would say and the 1900 model of Kinetic would zoom into my college gates with me on top of her.
Speaking of adithi, I dont think dhano ever had too much of a liking for her...There was this one spot in Manipal outside Manipal house where she would stop and refuse to start...but that was only when adithi would be the pillion rider. Spooky, every time we passed Manipal house, dhano would stop...it was like she was waiting for another ghost bike to exit from that gate...a long lost lover that might have reached the scrapyard long before their story could bear fruit.
Dhano probably belonged there, but i did not have the heart to give her up. Dhano drank and how...she could finish a litre of petrol faster than a mallu drinking toddy. And she loved the petrol pump, where she would eye the nozzle of the pump with such longing and take in as much as i could afford.
Oh what a bike she was, the weather gods loved her too...every time i sat on her, it would rain...and once when i and adithi went chasing peacocks through the country side, she was the epoitome of support... not stopping a single time through the whole journey.
At the end though when her engine got all smoky and i thought she would burst into flames...she did not...she lived on
Oh my lovely red bike Dhano...I handed her over to my uncle after i finished my stint in manipla...but on a rainy day like this i still think of her...
Oh yes Dhano, She could moan and scream like no other I have know before and she loved to get naughty on a rainy day where i would beg her and do the drill diligently until she finally agreed to relent to my desires.
Dhano is legacy- as old as Basanti's horse- probably even older, she continued to breath...most of the times in gasps, I do remember hearing sighs. Dhano has been in the family for so long as i remember. My uncle brought her bright red and shining when she first came out of the factory somewhere in Karnataka. He rode her long before she was handed over to my brothers until they got fancier and gave her up to me...
For a poor student in manipal, Dhano was a luxury. My shoes lasted longer, thanks to her...er too much credit, probably not but atleast she helped me escape the long rock climbs that I had to do in the rocky terrains of Manipal. It was a love story, she would announce my arrival long before i came into view...." I can hear Vicky's bike' Adithi would say and the 1900 model of Kinetic would zoom into my college gates with me on top of her.
Speaking of adithi, I dont think dhano ever had too much of a liking for her...There was this one spot in Manipal outside Manipal house where she would stop and refuse to start...but that was only when adithi would be the pillion rider. Spooky, every time we passed Manipal house, dhano would stop...it was like she was waiting for another ghost bike to exit from that gate...a long lost lover that might have reached the scrapyard long before their story could bear fruit.
Dhano probably belonged there, but i did not have the heart to give her up. Dhano drank and how...she could finish a litre of petrol faster than a mallu drinking toddy. And she loved the petrol pump, where she would eye the nozzle of the pump with such longing and take in as much as i could afford.
Oh what a bike she was, the weather gods loved her too...every time i sat on her, it would rain...and once when i and adithi went chasing peacocks through the country side, she was the epoitome of support... not stopping a single time through the whole journey.
At the end though when her engine got all smoky and i thought she would burst into flames...she did not...she lived on
Oh my lovely red bike Dhano...I handed her over to my uncle after i finished my stint in manipla...but on a rainy day like this i still think of her...
Monday, February 16, 2009
Hear me out by frou fro
another song that i love...
I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there
Can't you hear - i'm not myself
Oh go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be - just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
It's love on the line can you handle it
So how do i do normal
The smile i fake - the permanent wave of
Cue cards and fix it kits
Can't you tell - i'm not myself
I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints
I don't - wanna feel - anything
But i do And it all comes back to you
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)
So listen up
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this Love's on the line
Is that your final answer
I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there......
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)
I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there
Can't you hear - i'm not myself
Oh go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be - just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
It's love on the line can you handle it
So how do i do normal
The smile i fake - the permanent wave of
Cue cards and fix it kits
Can't you tell - i'm not myself
I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints
I don't - wanna feel - anything
But i do And it all comes back to you
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)
So listen up
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this Love's on the line
Is that your final answer
I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there......
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)
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