Things i like

Your eyes
Your straight hair
Not a blonde
Your work
Fitness
Halfway across the globe

Patricia

I met a girl named Patricia many years ago in the festival of joy. She was there leaning against the fence which was there to guard off the ticketless people. We exchanged glances, started a conversation, had some drinks of coconut water. We continued to be friends. She grew up in the lake island of Thanga as a witness to the breathtaking beauty of mother nature. This might be the reason of her beauty and innocence.  Few years down the line, we fell in love. She was my companion for three years , my mate for that long and my love till the earth crumbles. Patricia died last spring in a crossfire in Loktak Pat. I have no one to blame but her. Why she loved nature...

Blabber

With each day, I gain some experience of humanity. With each night, I try to shed off some ego. But I am also a human. It becomes very difficult sometimes to witness the everyday happenings of this fading life. The moments spent in unison, the frames of being together and the glimpse of the paradise long lost silhouettes my foreground; the beginning of a new dawn, as if the snake has shed off his skin, shiny and lustrous not knowing it has gained one more year, one more span of whatever good or bad. Hundred years, 100 deeds, 50 years,50 deeds. May be this is how we are meant to live. No emotions and all vibes of artificially created emotion analogues. I am having a hard time understanding even myself, let alone friendship, humanity, bonding...