God — My Friend

Walk­ing thru the woods,
On a path unknown.
I met many a peo­ple.
Some just came and some passed by.
And some I left behind,
But there was just this one per­son
who was there all along.
Walk­ing on this path with me.
Not know­ing where I may lead.
Myself not aware of his pres­ence.
Took him for the obvi­ous,
Used him in every way I could,
Insulted, shouted and what not at him,
But he just stood there with me and smiled
Expect­ing noth­ing in return
Today, when I look back and see,
Regret hav­ing not said this before
….I just want to say this now
There was none like you,
And there shall never be one like you,
Thank you for being there for me.

Sati

64-Squares

64-Squares — This started as a small idea for my wife’s project. She had to design a cover for a yet to be pub­lished book. I was intrigued by the end­less pos­si­bil­i­ties of hav­ing a blank cover in front of me. I sug­gested that we use a chess­board as the focal point of the story. To me every square on a chess­board has a story to tell. Of count­less bat­tles, hid­den motives, char­ac­ters — black and white, kings queens, sol­diers and coun­try­men, of decep­tion and deceit. I believed it would make a great cover for a Novel or a col­lec­tion of short stories.

Now that the basic premise was in my head I looked at var­i­ous ways to design the board. The first idea was to use some­thing sim­ple yet pow­er­ful, and to this thought came — symbols.

Sym­bols have had a huge impact on the human civ­i­liza­tion. The idea was choos­ing the sym­bols and arrang­ing them in a way that their impact would be eas­ily evi­dent from the posi­tion they hold in the square. Each rep­re­sent­ing a sym­bol and the story behind it.

In sub­se­quent posts, I will try and present the other Ideas I had for the book cover. Mean­while can you try and guess the logic behind this one?

Grey

Me and the Rain

I love walk­ing in the rain, it hides my tears it hides my pain.

Rain is Mag­i­cal. At least that is what I feel. Rain has the power to trans­form you. Rain for dif­fer­ent peo­ple have dif­fer­ent con­no­ta­tion. Peo­ple all over the world have roman­ti­cised the rain and like many oth­ers, yours truly has also been inspired by this won­der. I present the feel­ing, the emo­tions — Rain.

On a beautiful Sunday morning,
Sun still in hiding,
I was standing out in the clear,
waiting for my dear.

She wanted to meet with me,
a place under the tree,
Behind the good old farm mill,
Where time stood still.

Hustling and Bustling always, all day
the place was quiet today,
have been waiting all day and now night,
She has never been so late.


Then I saw her, at the far end.
flying thru the field.
she ran right into my open arms.
eyes wet, yet face calm.

We stood there for what was eternity.
holding her close to me.
She was holding the ring of our destiny,
to return my love to me.

I looked deep into her watery eyes,
she looked into mine .
I understood what she wanted to say.
She turned and ran away.

I stood there all alone that night,
holding my broken hart.
I was in deep pain and wanted to cry
but she told me only to smile.

Then the sky burst and it rained
Oh Thank god it rained
Oh I love the rain, It hides my tears,
It hides my pain.

I am no Poet here my pen’s the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out — John Cleveland