The Super Wild Story

Mr. Tambourine Man

2010-05-05T13:26:00.000-07:00

In a way - all of us, no matter from wherever we may be coming from, are looking for 'that' something else...something that solves all the puzzles, that makes the pieces fit..Here's to 'that' hope and to the craving for 'that' something...also/else(/or not) we seek for someone who can help us make sense of it all (awaken from the deep slumber)...someone whom we can follow, someone to guide us through (when you may or may not know that you are on the path of Ganges on your way to be One with the Ocean) - mera beda paar kara de...someone who answers the hopes and the need for peace...within and without...Here's to all 'those' Tambourine (Hu)men...Till we become all that we want to be, let us not deny all the experience that is coming to us..Here's to you, also, the guy in the mirror :)

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man,
Play a song for me,
I am not sleepy,
And their ain't no place,
I am going to...

Hey Mr. Tambourine Man,
Play a song for me,
In the jingle - jangle morning,
I'll come following you...

[Bob Dylan]

Till there is star dust, you know, my love...

2010-04-21T11:19:00.004-07:00

It's been 25 months and a little more since the time we began
n I can never be more grateful to you my woman of tomorrow
I am forever grateful to you as you told me honey you are right
I am forever grateful to you cz you told me, "Darling, you can..."

It's been so long since we started and I told you back then only
that you will always be my woman and I will always understand
cz darling it's a mutual story you know, you will never be lonely
as I will always be your man, yeah, that was always the plan

It's been so special to be loved by you and I know it like you do my love
we are very different from each other, discovering together, you know my love
we have had our share of troubles, took their time to rubble, you know my love
but the secret is we are indifferent to them suckers and you know it like I do
my love

It's been quite a while, we know more of us by now, and it's a constant change
So is it my hearing or is it your saying that's gotten us day out n day in other's arm
A lot I have been praying off late and I have been focussing, unstraying and unstrange
The only thing that's right my love, who will always hug me tight n keep me unharmed

Is right by my side, my love, the sun shining bright my love is your love going strong
and it's never going to be for granted my love, so that we will always rightfully belong
in each other's heart, in each other's consciousness, in our lives and what's beyond
the promise is to know more my love and then we can know for sure to do - no wrong

You put me free of all the bondages that tied me down

now I don't blame the surroundings anymore
But it's a torrid terrain since then on into the journey of being

the picture I painted to thee...I wanna be
So bear with me my love, you helped me overcome me, my love

and all I have is true love more n pure
Beautiful you and eternally yours I am,

in every birth be my woman,

I'll be your man and so

it will be...

One Tight Hug

2009-03-07T14:44:00.001-08:00

So receive this brother as my faithless kiss or will we leave each other alone like that on the streets of nowhere...

Here I am, writing this not using pen and paper but the keyboard which could do with a good bubble bath, but any which way it isn't as dirty as we make our life to be. No one, and i say this with quiet humility and quite uncertainty, has been able to figure out what they really want to do in life and all they do is judge and all their inaction rides on deriding the way people live their lives and how I generalize using the word 'they' when 'I' and 'you' is what tells the real story.

In remembrance you would find when we coined the word "bakwaasiya", after the initial "you pat my back, I'll pat yours", both of us agreed that time was due to apply that bakwaas...and you might agree that it's a continuous process. I think one can be open to change only when one knows what one is all about and one has to be aware where one comes from, now I am pretty sure that you are aware of the place you come from and I would just play with the images words can draw to colour thyself for you.

There is one feature in me that I am always unsure in self doubt though you are pretty sure of what you would want people to see in you. I am pretty content in understanding the content of my own confusions and I think at present I belong to the category of writers for whom writing is therapeutic as the written word seems for me to hold an impression of creation, with me being the creator. A writer in me wants to be a writer but a hell lot more, this unknown craving does not surface but it's there and it does not subside, it keeps me going.

James Blunt is singing, "gotta ask yourself the question, where are you now?" so I'll be the wise man to tell you that you are one hell of a story teller and those stories have the power to convince you and what convinces you even more is the fact that it might be hard for the audience of your story to agree if they finally do understand it. They understand it in their own terms, as far as their mind would let them reach your thoughts, but you hide them well - maybe too well for yourself - too convinced by the reflections.

It's like this, sad songs make more sense. Broken clouds of nightmares start shining brighter than the sunshine breaking them. And you start believing in the clouds. You change by staying the same and you start thinking the way you'd want "people" to think about you, only you are so far deep in the clouds that you are thinking through your idea of people. You convince people that your idea of them is the way they actually are. The way things are. You hold that power, you've got that power, but with great power blah blah...Okay okay, I know...this is where i don't get convinced by my own ideas, but you do get convinced and how...so much so that the thoughts about the world around you, your environment, your views on others self destruction don't look in the eye with your own view of the self. An exaggerated example - self destruction is what Dev shouldn't do even if he is enjoying it but it might be what you may do just because it does not go by the name of self destruction in your dictionary. And I think of this contradiction as the reason for your constricting tiredness and that constricted depression that constricts you within the oceans of emotions that I feel constricts entire humanity - to give vocabulary reasons to their sorrows. Maybe it comes naturally to you but I would like to think of it as the other maybe.

You are beautiful and beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and it indeed is time to look in the mirror.