The silver glow of your gaze
like the white moon of an autumn night,
draws up my soul to tangle
in a Delphian web of enchantment..

and from these silver threads
is woven the wick of my longing;
thus lambent is the night
with this, an eternal flame.

HAPPY DIWALI to all!!! thank eu btw. for the brightness. :) 

B doesn't know if it's his mood. Or the warmth in his four chambers. Or the numb, surreal state he's in. Or the slight chill outside. Or the she.
Suddenly everything has turned glorious and spectacular..B's uplifted; his reverie's been disturbed, for the good :) B cares not anymore. B's not in awe too P. he just revels in his happiness.
The last time B was at the shore, seduced by the now-demure-now-bubbly waves, he brooded, hesitated, procrastinated......puzzled by the waves' demeanor, he dreaded being hauled to the rocks onshore once he reached out to...But this time, having taken the dip, he doesn't care if he's hauled, mauled or drowned :) he thought he'd float but, horrible swimmer that he is, he is drowning fast.... but astonishingly the deeper it gets, the reassurance, the calm increases. Uncovering new layers, breaking new ground- sweet surrender anyone? And what excites B the most is that it's unbound, timeless. It's fascinating how the waves are so much more captivating and infinitely more beautiful from nearby. So, as they say, he has and he hasn't learnt from his mistake :D B, however curses himself for being unable to express himself in the way he wants to.she says he has bouts of childishness :|He's still very happy all the same.
N he feels one Mr. A.R.Rahman has composed an entire album for him-YUVRAAJ.. the numbers are soo sooo romantic. Would even give a stone the lovey-dovey feel. He's a magician. Best of all time says B.
B wants to write more. only if he could in the proper, :(
and this, B thinks is probably Rahman's best till date. Take a listen if you haven't already or even if you have. :)

oi aby, tell me something...honestly (giggle) like honest honestly

-eeeyiiikeesss!!!

-giggle giggle how do u think i look actually? eh eh?am i really pweety pretty?!

-welll....

-tell naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

-umm.i guess..... but you'd be beautiful, if you had a face that would do you enough justice.

pause

more pause, pweetty pause

- you be a hopelesssss. hihi

:) :D

He struggles with the puzzle. His hands can't find the pieces.

Already he knows it's not the answer he's looking for. The bits he's assembled show a picture of a man at a table. He's leaning over something: small brightly colored bits.

It's a man assembling a puzzle. It's him, assembling his puzzle.

This isn't the answer, he thinks. This isn't what I wanted.

A voice comes from behind him. "Try taking pieces away."

Away?

He tries it. One by one, he takes pieces from the puzzle and throws them back in the box.

Strangely, the picture never grows any less complete. But it changes.

If this is it, he says. If this is the answer. What was the question? I've forgotten the question.

In the presence of the Answer, all questions unask themselves. Nothing left but a box of puzzle pieces.

Look! They're all blank.

Love...ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come. :)

Insignificant as it may sound; the following is possibly the most enduring image from this DP-
it so happened that B, who, as is usual, was strolling completely lost in thoughts(or traces maybe :P)heard Put utter "ishh bechari" and found that he'd accidentally knocked off an ice-cream from the hands of a cute little girl (5 or 6 yrs perhaps) who was now looking quizzically at her accompanying brother(all of 9 or 10 yrs, and who was holding her other hand) who in turn was giving B a look which was somewhere between 'trying to get what just happenned' and utter disdain. And what does B do? 'I'm sorry' is all he says; and walks off 'lej gutiye', almost. :|

This image- the brother n sister standing hand in hand has not left B since. Deliberately recalling what he thought to be quite disturbing but inexplicably beautiful, he has cursed himself repeatedly for not buying the little thing another one; wondering how wonderful it'd have been to bring a smile on her face; that possibly they were from not-so-affluent a family and the kid brother was unable to buy his sissy another one; B doesn't know why or from where these thoughts reach and coagulate in the damp canvas . B is not kind. not one of a kind anyway. Any kind. Which is amusing.

and yeah,one more thing. B was able to observe longing, despair,pain and sorrow turn to excitement, joy, happiness and a sense of fulfillment descend upon the background of a smiling face which gave him great pleasure;it was a treat really...especially as the person concerned is a real darling :)

P.S: B found out that he's capable of missing somebody even when Sabbath's playing full throttle :P