Another look at future

I am watching out of the window...
Hopes are torn bit after bit after bit..
The tears well up and almost spill..
And go back pondering the futility of it.

The breeze of the sea hits me with passion..
My hair and clothes flutter to the force..
Who can blow the breath of life into the soul..
Who can come in through those sealed doors..

The corpse being shred open by vultures..
Still keeps staring at the skies..
Look not here for its all gory red..
Look up at the blues .. there the future lies..

Memories arent kind..

It is one of those days..


When things are peaceful, and waters are still..
There is whirlpool inside..circling.. ready to kill..
When will I stop struggling for breath? when will I reach the shore?
When will all be gone? Why wont it be like before?

Why cant I stop looking back.. Why is that my favourite place?.
Why do I feel that I have to retry.. redo..retrace..
Why cant I look up, at the horizons ahead and fly?
why wont the tears I shed.. let my wings dry?

when past seems perfect .. and future seems dull..
When memories beg closure .. and hope feels null..
Oh I want to sleep.. I want to close my eyes and mind..
But these memories of you... they have never been so kind..

I think of you ....

Now that you're gone, I think of you... often.. at innopportune moments..and random times..
I think of you ....often..with my passing life...in happy moments and heavy sighs..

Let me see .. what do I think of you?

I think of your fingers.. how they were short, strong... typing..like dancing a religious dance..
I think of your posture..tired and wrong... yet ready to pounce at the slightest chance...

I think of your smile... softly burning...of vile mischief yet innocent mirth..
Your laugh..teasing the sadness to laugh along ..like death of one hope is another one's birth..

I think of your eyebrows.. dark and knit..to run the tips of my fingers on...
I think of your palms to cup my eyes.. to shut it all away .. make it be gone.....

I think of your voice.. so soft..like a child..It was always right in what it said..
saying to my conscience to follow the truth but, my dear do you know? it was always dead..

I mourn.. I sigh.. I turn around..to face the oncoming storms and fights
I think of you my love, in sad solitude, as well in the not so lonely nights..

Memoirs of the Margarita Isles.... (The pearl of the Carribean)

The following are pics that me and my friends, David and Rodrigo took in our tour to Margarita way back in March.. I found the time to put them up now..  

When the spirits are on fire.......  

Every one is invited !  

El sapo.. the pondering frog 

What is a tour of a place with out buying the junk ! I bought all kinds of coral/shell jewelry that i will never wear again !  

The congrejo de brazo azul ( it is not the binomial nomenclature.. just me saying blue armed crab in spanish).. there were many of these beauties in El Restingo 

I remembered the poem "rise brothers rise .. the wakening skies"-- Sarojini Naidu.. 

The Parque nacional de El Restingo.. is a network of canals.. we found in the canals.. Rodrigo scared the daylights out of me.. by putting one next to me.. when i wasnt looking. 

the brightness of the blue is undescribable.. We could not capture the real color of the place in any camera.. it is for one to see and cherish in a happy corner of one's heart. 

The solero beer.. the best regional beer. i have witnesses. 

The car on the right is a quite common scene ..the people run them as taxis-- shared by multiple people.. more like shuttle services .. "carritos" they call them.. Even without the accident, the cars are not much prettier. 

The graffiti supporting Chavez. After the country wide rebel and strikes in 2002, there was a referrendum to throw him out. This slogan asks Chavez not to go.  

People wait at toll booths on roads and sell anything from FM antennas to peanuts to cell phones ..to PARROTS !! just about anything !! 

And you thought "It happens only in India?" 

Our proud guide at juan griego... who told us the story of the place..in a rapid-fire style.. we never knew what hit us 

A view of the pueblo from Juan Griego.. a historical place where freedom fighters fought for their country and sacrificed their lives..  

Sun bathing isnt only for hot chics !  

it was like living inside finding nemo.. such a noisy crowd this..  

riding in to the sun...this was exhilerating i tell u....if the wind is in a different direction (best when it is 45 degrees to the direction of ur motion).. the waves hit the base of tthe vehicle..and make it jump up in the air.... It is heavenly !! 

blues of the three kind 

Failed expert 1 

Failed expert 2 

my wind surfing course 394K ended up to a floating 202 class 

we went to a restaurant called "vino del mar" .. the place serves the freshest of sea food.. i had never seen actual sea shells and octopus inside a dish ! That day was a forced ekaadashi for me..  

the typical group snap .. these two girls (veronica and Maryhebert) have been the kindest .. and most helpful friends here.. mary says .. ' it must have been fate that brought us together.. I believe her..