Left Behind

You were my everything,

I meant nothing to you.

You smiled at new faces,

reaching over for a firm handshake.

A curt nod of the head

and a frown was all I got.

You spoke and laughed

with the ones  you had barely met.

An unwilling hello was all you spared

for each one of my efforts.

You dined and wined 

 with the best I could see.

As I watched seated

far away from you.

You were everything to me,

I meant nothing to you.

Soon it was time to walk away,

  I was the one left behind

to find my own way back,

as has always been the case.

I stood there in the rain,

with tears tumbling down my face.

wondering when all those dreams

had slipped away beyond my grasp.

You were everything to me,

I meant nothing to you.

Adrift

A love so strong 

how could it be

so wrong.

You were divine,

meant to be mine.

summer's grace

that was your face.

Flashing meadows,

gushing tides,

your laughter filling up

every site.

Felt you 

in my arms,

felt you

in my soul.

A love so strong 

how could it be

so wrong.

Come back, 

come back from

from the void

 you have gone to.

Take me, 

take me back

to the time

I was before.

A love so strong 

how could it be

so wrong.

euREKA Moments - 2

Situation :  

    Riders in India and many parts of Asia use their helmets as fashion accessories. The helmets are found everywhere on the bikes and Scooters as eye candy except the right spot - the head. Given the spate of accidents and their continual rise...

euREKA Moment : 

• Bravery awards newly constituted by the  Helmet Habits Association -

For those monitored rare species of riders who actual never fail to wear their helmets while navigating busy streets and highways.

• Bravery Awards by the Pedestrians Safety Forum -

For those hardy and lion hearted walkers who dare to step on pavements and footpaths on the thoroughfares frequented by helmet-less devils in leather. 

# 17 Random Musings For The Day

Why do people say 'come down to my place' when they live at a higher longitude and latitude ???

The Highway Notes

Standing on the highway, 

watching life zoom by, 

rushing to destinations

near and afar.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me


Leaning on the doorway,

watching people walk by,

homeward bound

they all are.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Seated by the window,

 hearing some one talk,

finding a patient listener

how lucky have they got.

Left alone, left behind,

that was me.

Chatting on the social network,

seeing statements being made,

mutually beneficial exchanges

is the new magic word,

Left alone, left behind,

 that was me.

I end the day's notes,

sometimes high, sometimes low,

Pretending that wasn't you, 

knowing that was definitely me....