lost celebrations

it was the most celebrated festival , the day of joy and happiness and a reason for a lot of things. there is a day when one forgets everything , when one forgets the worries, the tension, the ups and downs of life ... and just celebrates. a reason to be happy inspite of everything that life throws at a person. one day when there is a vibrancy in the air , a smile on every face and the festive mood on the streets. today was the day when human spirit and warmth could be truly felt and it was amazing how truly happy every single person was. one does not worry about exams on this day, nor about work, nor about his love, nor about the finances , nor about those innumberable pursuits of life in which we always have a reason to worry about. this is a day when one lets go of everything , one sets himself free from the chains bound and lives life for the moment. this day is truly the day when each and every person lives for the moment. and what a joy to behold ! and in the night the lights lit up the sky and he always looked at wonder ... it never ceased to amaze him. looking up now all he saw was a plain night sky.
and right now he realized he was an alien in a world where hardly anyone understood the meaning of the day. and as he gazed into the sky from his window he understood the meaning of culture and traditions and customs and society which made him what he was today. it was what made him look at the sky wishing it would light up any second. wishing that he had that food, wishing he was in the celebration ... a part of the moment. half way across the world and he felt distant at heart.
looking around his room, the spirit of the day was missing. he walked across and filled his glass with water. he sat on the chair and leaned back, sipping water at ease. there were papers strewn across the floor. could a 1000 miles be bridged by anything at all and experience the day ?

empty thoughts

the typical smell made him aware of his senses, made him comfortable against the soft sand that he was resting on. eys closed the face was serene yet there were a million thoughts running into each other just below the surface , one only had to scratch the outer layer. but it was not for everyone to see , it was not for everyone to understand , it was not that everyone could understand , it was not for him to ask why or why not. they just existed in his mind running at the speed of light across the universe.
the waves slowly seeped on his legs, and with each wave on his feet there was a warmth that arose in him. the sun was out shining , not the sun whose rays prick but the sun whose warmth is so soothing that you rather lie in that zone. he lay there hanging in time, the breeze across his hair showing the creases on that broad forehead and lay there like a stone. it was a lazy sunday afternoon on the shores , as he opened his eyes the blue filled his senses. he was away for the day and no longer worried about the life that he lived. it was his world that no one could take away from , away from the pursuits of wordly desires , away from those hollow laughter , away form those meaningless important things of life , away from the world discovering the peace that no one taught him about to want. he closed his eyes and lay there deeper in the sand.

veiled senses

the loud music was an aberration , the voices ugly and the laughter made him cringe in fear. he looked the part, in his suit and pant one would say he was no more a outsider than anyone else. but he looked right across the hall at the door and he wished he was out of here. there were people walking , talking all in high spirits , laughing and dancing .. it was a party ! the waiters glided past him with food and drinks ... the chandeliar brightly lighting up the place but he felt something amiss. the vacant eyes talked the boredom but he knew he could mask quite easily. the weak smiles and the nod of the head was all it required to appease people. caught in their carnal pleasures they could care less. and anyways 'who said what' , 'what happened when' and 'what i did is what i am' hardly excited him anymore. his eyes roamed the room .. maybe it could still be all worth it. he walked across the hall with a smile on his face and into the balcony.
the fresh air hit him and he closed his eyes for the tranquility that now arose in him was bliss. he held the glass and had a sip of the wine and let it flow across his veins. the slow warmth arose in his body and he felt just content. he didnt want anything , didnt think about anything .. just content right there , right then. at that moment he sensed something , something that he had been waiting for the entire evening ... 'hello , looks like i can second guess the place ill find you'. he smiled , the half smile that always indicated his happiness. he turned around and couldnt resist remarking , 'well to make it easy for you'. and they laughed knowing that it was so much better than the crowd inside.

cause youll be a tiny dancer for me

tiny dancer song by elton john ..

Blue jean baby, l.a. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, youll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now shes in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for god
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, l.a. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, youll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now shes in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand