Life 365. A new daily in Pune.

This is the daily that I work with ....since we do not have an epaper yet, here are some of the stories.

Says who...

Have you ever wanted to say something,
to hear it from another?
The almost exact, very same words,
that a second ago you thought you'd utter!

It is almost like you said the words,
together, in unison.
The words took root in both your minds,
like they were  in season.

The thoughts you express at the time,
may be common or not so much.
They may be funny or just plain silly,
or something that does a heart touch.

The distance seems to matter not,
and time could be now, then or ever.
You can not be sure who said what,
the words just loop and chase one another.

Almost as if you can hear the thoughts,
before they shape up into words,
as they just whiz by lightening fast,
on wings, just like birds.

You might even begin to wonder,
if the voices are just in your head.
Or did you hear it somewhere before,
the thought you just expressed?

This must be what  an echo sounds like,
if at will you could have it around.
Your words tracing a path back to you,
sometimes even before you can say them aloud!

They may not be always around,
but when they are you know.
What you think comes back to you,
intercepting your words mid-flow.

They say echoes are fragile things,
that they vanish in thin air.
But that may be cause you learn too late,
your voice is one of a pair.

If you find words being voiced aloud,
as they take shape in your mind,
just cherish those precious echoes,
keep them with your heart closely entwined!!

Conversations....

Whenever something  happens with me,

and even when it doesn't,

I find that I talk with you almost all the time,

sometimes even when I mustn't!

Most often I do not even stop to think,

what exactly I say to you.

The words almost fall over each other,

and trip and tumble through.

Sometimes I don't even completely say,

whatever it is I think.

I am so sure will get it anyway,

I feel so much in sync.

In my dreams too, I talk with you,

as I watch myself from the outside.

And there are times even in dreamless sleep, 

I know of things I stated and implied. 

Then there have been times,

wide awake, I have drifted in a dream,

Even with many others around,

I spoke with just you on this or that theme.

I talk with you almost all the time,

sometimes even when I must not.

Silly me,I catch myself talking with you,

whether you are around or not!

This much, and no more.

I have often wondered,
if it could be really true,
that there is a very finite number,
of breaths preassigned to you.

Before you even enter this world,
your heart beats are fixed I'm told,
it'll stop once those are done,
no matter how young you are, or old.

Does the rule apply to tears as well?
or can they generate themselves at will?
Is that why they come when you want them least?
Just well right up and spill?

When you laugh out loud at something,
is there a lethal dose?
Lest you have none left over,
when  you need to laugh the most!

What of friends and family?
Is there a limit on those too?
If you have a blessed childhood,
are the grown up friends just a few?

And the words that fly back and forth,
are they well rationed too?
Use just so with this person,
and then a full stop you should bring it to.

I have heard it said before,
but I could never believe it was true,
Now I am not so sure any more,
maybe its all so fixed, there is nothing you can do!

Through any looking glass...

It should have happened long ago,

maybe when we had just met,

but in the humdrum of daily life,

to ask, I did forget.

But now that I have some time,
to pause and give it thought,
the things that I have never done before,

I catch myself doing them a lot.

Sometimes when I pass something
in which I catch a glimpse of me,

I find myself looking carefully.
and wonder what it is you see.

Do you, when you look at me,

see what everybody else does?,
Or do you see me differently,
and does it set your heart abuzz?

Is there at all any thing special in me

that only you can see?

Something that none else can,

something that makes me, me.

The love that finds expression there,

is that what you see in the eyes?

Do they tell you of the longing too,

the hope that there will be no goodbyes?

Do you just see my smile,

the one that all the others do?

Or also see that  the smile happens,

each time I think of you.

The pulse leaping in my throat,

does it look like its reaching out to you?
Spelling out exactly what I feel,

almost as if on cue.

Do the restless hands tell  you their story,
of a longing to be held,
In your hands that fit so perfectly
they seem into one just meld.

Oh, for once to see myself,
exactly as only you must do.
I wonder what it is you see,
and would I see myself that way too?!

These and many such questions,
often go through my mind,
when I catch my reflection,
sometimes in the daily grind!!