The sun rose today....

There is something about the way trees sway in the morning. Naturally, because the music they hear then is much different from other points of day. By morning, I mean the time when sun has not yet touched them with its rays. This time is pure. It's magical. Very similar to the magic one feels during initial days of first love. Everything around is radiant, beautiful, mystic in curious ways and...surreal.
Last I met this stage of a day was while traveling, only last week to the land of five rivers. But then I was in a train, which does not give same experience as standing still and being just a passive spectator to the glory of the sunrise. There are tremendous preparations nature does to welcome the fiery sun. Trees jostle each other....fighting for their share of sunlight?? The winged creatures aren't as playful as they are in the later part of the day. There's some laziness that makes there flight extraordinarily beautiful. And as the charm of night is submitting itself to the grandeur of light, sky wears a colourful garb until the arrogant sun changes it into blue n white. The sun is arrogant when it reaches its zenith. Like that stage of love, which is full of pride believing that nothing, absolutely nothing can go wrong. It still is beautiful but nowhere close to the chastity it has when it 's in the process of coming into existence.


Do empty roads and the breeze so pure make good reasons to go for a long drive? Most certainly. But driving a car is not as experiential as riding a bike at this point of time. How about a ride on, as Peter puts it, 'highly impractical, but full-of-character' bike? But Peter is not here. Nor is his Bullet. Nor is this Ahmedabad where I could have managed to get a Pulsar or Yamaha at least.

Mind keeps thinking and wandering. It does not need a Bullet nor an Alto, that I am driving right now. Speeding. Feeling the gust of cool wind in eyes, which still have the dreams of last night in them. Flyovers and flyovers. A red light here and a green light there. Few cars and buses. Cycle pedalers and walkers. Trees and trees. Speed an....ohh there comes the sun. Hiding behind those clouds. Shy? Ha. Just loves the drama! Naah i am not complaining. It's all worth it. Power, radiance, energy, hope, optimism -- it's all worth it.


There aren't too many witnesses to this exuberance. The sun still rises.

"Relationships--of all kinds--are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost."

To meet and part...

This was some summers ago...
When bright was the sun of love,
I were you and he was me.
We peaced by the shadowy tree.
The shadow shadowed my illusions
And blinded me away from real.
They were untrue to me...
You have lying eyes.

For the mom'nt was to last forever,
They told me, but
Were you or is Time a great prankster?
I cried. I wailed. I prayed
To get back that summer sun
Vain. You were to never return.

And this is some summers hence...
You are me and I am he
Life has taken a full circle and,
Tables have turned around for me
Trust, it's easy to be indifferent
There was no love
Only the sun had shone bright
But fault is not yours
Fault is not mine...

It happened to you
Cause it happened to me
Some may call it revenge
For others it is..destiny...

It doesn't rain like this everyday

To you....

Someone just knocked the dilapidated door today. Thought it is you. It was the mischievous breeze, bringing the message of showers that were to make the earth scented again....
The gentle wind is embracing me and memories of you are all over, flying like curtains of the open window.
Would you like to walk? You too like walking, don't you? I wish we had gone for long walks. We always had so much to talk albeit i went silent most of the times.
Anyway. Music is a great friend too...lemme switch on my Apo....Hey, i see reflection of me on my favourite car.
I see sky and a barren tree
a metaphor of my heart?

"...I tried so hard to tell myself that you are gone" plays Apollo....co-incidence?
Yeah yeah laugh! Your thoughts are as ruthless as you are.

Music in my ears engulfs the noise around. Seems like i am witnessing a silent movie
as i turn deaf to rest of the world much like i do..ok did...when i heard you speak...

No worries, i tell myself. Monsoons, like people in our lives, don't stay forever...

Seasons would change like the music on Appu. "Hate that I love you..." Appu is getting smarter.

Hmm i smell rain. And i feel the drops. Like your memories weren't enough to drench me.....

Yeh kaisi kash-ma-kash hai zindagi mein,
kisi ko dhundte hai hum kisi mein.....

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Kuch tabiyat hi mili thi aisi
chain se jeene ki surat na hui
jisko chaha, usse apna na sake
Jo mila usse mohabbat na hui.....

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~Nida Fazli~

Music to my ears...2

It's been with me for about 6 months, if i am not mistaken. It's a part of my life now. Can't imagine stepping out without it accompanying me. I call it Apollo. Nickname: Appu

Apollo because he was the Greek god of music. It is believed that Apollo was the most loved of all the gods on Mount Olympus. It's said that he was handsome, talented, charming and honest. He would delight all the Olympians by singing songs. Apt name...Apollo.