Industry And Clear Skies.....Rare?  

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Here I am sitting, having a cup of coffee, thinking of the existence i enjoy. All the metaphysical 'seasons' I go through. Spring,rain, storms. Does that make me a 'weathered' man?

I have climbed mountains, swam across oceans, lied on my back in the grass and lazed around. I am a traveller.

I have fought for my thoughts, my individuality, people's indifference, defended against their anarchy, kept double standards of the mind at bay. I am a soldier.

I have laughed trouble away, smiled at failure and been cheerful with my advesaries. I have laughed at the world. I am a clown.

I have loved my friends, love a woman, had nothing against my enemies, appreciated the music of traffic, hummed my favourite song in the freezing cold and lived a simple life. I am a poet.

I have been wet in the rain, in the sweat of hardwork, by the tears of pain and also happiness. I like the wet look. Wet after a bath, wet with imagination, wet with accomplishment, wet on victory. i like wet. I am a fish.

I am ferocious in my thoughts, my beliefs, my rights, my interests, my loyalty, my integrity, my faith, my honour, my self respect. I am an animal.

I hope to make it on my own, live my life the way i define it and fight throgh it all. I am me. I am a survivor.

Rajesh's Bedspread  

When You Will Be Gone

The freshness in the air and the sunlight at dawn, after a hard cold night.

The colours of flowers and the cent of the new rain. The blue skies and the clear, green meadows.

The chirp of the sparrows in the willow along the bubbling brook. The smell of coffeee and the newness of the morning.

The wakeful nights and the dreams of tomorrow, the ripples of uneasiness and the doubts of actions.

Hopes, dreams, aspirations.

What I may miss and what I will lose.

Will it be the same or will life go on, when you are gone.