In search

We took pictures of the yellow flowers and captured the memories of a fading dream. How some things always remain amongst the tattered n fragmented memories of the yesteryear. A season before i shared my sorrow wit the blooming flowers at the park; how ironic that my friend should share the same feeling wit me today. We walked on the dusty n winding trail, shared a smoke against the gentle breeze. The unrelenting heat beat down on us with the same intensity of the unchained emotions that ploughed our hearts. Its said that people meet for a reason; i felt glad to share this moment with my friend. We wondered how we would talk about this moment in the winter of our lives and wondered if these flowers would bring good memories. A season will pass and fade our dreams along with these memories but these flowers will be back in full bloom to share sorrows of another broken dream. - Pasang D Lepcha

It (happiness) exists in bubbles is what my friend says to me..His words resonates in my ears like the sound of the thunder outside. Flashes of insight like the lightning outside lights up the dark corners of my consciousness. How long before the sharp needles of reality burst those bubbles n set me free. How long before i come out of the bubble of my world? Life has been a wonderful journey among the bubbly rivulets n streams. A strong n turbulent sea awaits n i cant wait to be there. The strong & cold wind is less flattering than flattery of men (shakespeare?I think) dont know why but dylan songs keeps playin in my head "u got to serve somebody". Although the other song that i keep singing is "good bye is too good a word to say so i say fare thee well" i m tired of living in a bubble & of people living in them. World connot be without care n i know we r just a pawn in "his" game (dylan again). Will end this note wit a line i remember from a poem,