the sunset walk

as he got out from the rail station he saw hordes of people after a very long time. but for a change it was relaxed, very unhurried. people walking slowly taking in whats around them. and soon he would realize this city was to be lived like that. it was a tourist spot but the true beauty of it lay in not being a tourist in this city. assimilating the culture and the vagaries of human talent that lay in display.

he walked out and wanted to take the bus for his final destination. he was absorbed in the place hardly noticing the people. he felt a little liberated to be walking alone and not with anyone else.as he reached the main street, he was awed by the architecture, by the very atmosphere. people looked like they are here to have a good time, there was a positive energy all around. as he waited for the bus he could not help but notice the wide variety of people in view. soon taking the bus he went around the coastline. it was beautiful , the sea in all its splendour.

he got a little earlier to walk around the place. the sun was bright and the skies clear. the air was fresh and slowly wafting across in from the sea and there were islands in between that he could see from the land. it was typical of the olden construction near fishing sites. wooden planks laid down and one could feel the raw energy of the sea beating against it. the shops were bright and colorful selling their wares. the road was festive, the restaurants beautiful and tasteful in appearance. trees lined up in the center of the street, with by-lane perpendicular to it rising as it went inland. the buildings rose along with it and was a sight to behold. he stood between the sea and the majestic city that rose in a steep incline on the other side. the human presence was just enough to not disturb the tranquility nor make it suffocating. walking around he felt a strange relaxing feeling surging through his body. the people all around him were taking in the sights of the city, enjoying themselves without a care, living in the moment of this wonderful city.
he kept walking, unable to think anything else watching this entire beautiful scene in front of him. he was right there in the moment soaking in what it had to offer. slowly as he walked the streets became less beautiful, more coarse of the fishing boats era. and then there were a line of shops selling seafood, could he say no.
walking along he saw crabs, lobsters , shrimps and a chalder soup ... getting hold of the shrimps he sat next to the sea in a place where there was hardly anyone. it was further in , almost deserted. the evening was still bright, the sea waves gentle and the breeze cool.

and this was a result of human spirit. of human creation, of human survival and of wants of something more than just existing. some good comes out of wanting more , who was he to judge. it was just a time to immerse further in the splendour of the nightlife. munching on the fried shrimps he ahead of him ...

of nights and more

the night was cold, chilly and he put his hands deeper into the jacket pockets. he was walking along with his friends. and innuendos rang across the group, the leg pulling and the harmless jokes. the walk was quite long , being late at night and in a boisterous mood nothing could be better. the weekend lay in front of him and he wanted to do nothing at all. thats a comfort.
the plan was to drink a little more in the porch of the house. and there was enough for everyone, many brands .. the setting was perfect. and it was a quiet nrighborhood in between beautiful houses and greenery all around. soon they reached where they had to be , looked around and grabbed a few bottles. he was in a beautiful state already, nice light mood ... someone turned up the radio and it was wonderful. sitting around the couch , everyone made themselves comfortable. sipping out from the jeremiah , it hit him hard but smooth. as he gulped it a wonderful feeling gripped his body. he looked at it in wonder. wooow.
he started reminiscing about the movie he watched donnie darko. soon someone started talking about , the last scene as the guy starts to laugh.. he laughs in realization , in full control of his future and he falls on the bed to say his final goodbye, to bid adieu. the night was calm, interrupted by the conversation of his friends. the road right in front of them, with trees on both sides pitch dark except for the corner streetlight. a gentle breeze was blowing across which further heightened the nice mood. someone turned up the radio a little more and he heard jessie's girl and everyone started into a melody.
soon conversation turned to the cities and places of the world. he just lay quiet, in a different world actually and he realized he was not thinking anything at all. didnt it feel wonderful . oh jeremiah the places it takes you.

my sweetest friend

he sat staring at the computer screen and he realized something now. he guessed something will just be in memory , things happen and they cant be erased however hard one tries.

he knows in life probably that person will be his sweetest friend ever, someone whom he cared for and meant something. he guessed parting ways didnt mean he had to take arms but just a quiet acceptance of what had been. acknowledgment of certain events and in that cover live life next.

No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me.
Seems like you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I'll always laugh with, even at my worst, I'm best with you.

It's like you're always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

But, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I'll be there for you, like I've been there before.