Busy Bees’ Book Bash

Hello dear readers,

Along with my friend we are starting a small book club named SoulFood where we plan to read a lot of books and exchange our ideas and thoughts on them. In order to document it, we are further planning to write small reviews and blog about them, ideally every two months. There is a tasty twist to our book club, a theme that would run in the backdrop of some good book discussion; good food to tie everything in. We experience a new restaurant every time there’s a book to be talked about or philosophical concepts to ponder on. So far we have done it twice and hope to continue it.

To continue reading you can find me and my friend F. on our page here


Edge of the Brink

It was a spectacular sight
On the dawn of night
I stood there
There, where it all began
On the high rise tower
Of thought and power
Of wonder and wander
And then a wind
Went by
Into the dark, dark sky
And swayed
On invisible swings

Vague words

When the night is dark and the winds are chilly, I think of you. There is a battle inside of me. Keeping my emotions at bay and my thoughts focused, I slide in the times together. There is a vague image of the times so old, pale as a ghost and warm as a sunny day, wrapped in contradictions…

One sip at a time, I enjoy the memories and they make the present seem all the more odd. Deep inside I know that its a futile exercise, none of that which has gone by touches any iota of my heart. I realize that guarding my emotions is not even required. The weak connection I thought I had was but a delusion. An ironic smile meets my pursed lips and surprises me. The sudden change of feelings makes me shift and I feel queasy in my skin. I want to jump of out it like its possible…

There is a spark that tickles my subconscious to life, a wave of emotions crosses the four valves of my heart. Something startles me, I jump a little, like they show in horror movies. I realize there is darkness surrounding me, maybe I m part of a dark film.

Back to the blogging space

It is always hard to go back to the place that we haven’t visited in a long time.  Strangely it is also true for virtual spaces as well. It amazed me on getting back here to my relatively new blogging space to see that last when I dropped by here it was January, the beginning of 2012. And regretfully back in January, I made a serious note to self to submit myself to the power of written word. Unfortunately, I let the urge of writing settled down like dust on a rainy day.

The hiatus was always there and I knew I had to get back to writing, something, anything. I felt bad, and at some level of ‘poverty’ at not being able to give words to my thoughts on several occasions. Instead of being here and voicing the ideas in my mind, I let them pass by.

Before I could post anything new, I felt a need to properly announce to the bloggers who sometimes happen to wander to the shores of this blog and see it almost numb that I m here to write, hopefully frequently, with renewed sense of energy and outlook towards life.

Before I say goodbye, following is a very old, a bit sad yet beautiful poem by John Keats. The fears he voiced so so many years back, echo loudly even today, in the hearts of mankind everyday of their lives.

   When I have fears that I may cease to be
   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
   Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
   Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
   Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
   That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fairy power
   Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.