tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51400352011-12-07T20:09:29.597-08:00The Wandering Soul"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.comBlogger1491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-74653671192994864672011-11-27T06:02:00.000-08:002011-11-27T06:08:23.879-08:00Stillborn thoughts,still born.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-64335362577368517562011-11-26T05:56:00.000-08:002011-11-26T06:06:59.884-08:00If only I felt inspired to continue,some day the planets would align too.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-877146056167171632010-08-21T10:57:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:11:34.168-07:00I am restless...again.What is it about life?Its not peace, satisfaction or even happiness,all of which, you and I may have in some measure.Its more than a thirst, of that I am certain,or sleepless nights.It may be a yearning,may be,for something, some place,or even some other being,not me.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-85098964050415040102010-04-11T04:22:00.001-07:002010-04-11T04:22:55.117-07:00The journey is the destination...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-38057716838421150072010-03-21T07:46:00.000-07:002010-03-21T08:14:35.755-07:00"There is a tide in the affairs of men.Which, when taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;Omitted, all the voyage of their lifeIs bound in shallows and in miseries."-William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-12696812302213909412010-03-20T12:05:00.000-07:002010-03-20T12:08:58.329-07:00That night,A little tea shop on the highway,Conversation and smoketo cloud my judgement.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-76175508813198883742010-02-14T08:00:00.000-08:002010-02-14T08:23:19.954-08:00It was 13 years ago...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-43632004717656597782010-01-06T10:51:00.000-08:002010-01-06T11:00:32.190-08:00"I've looked at life from both sides nowFrom up and down and still somehowIt's life's illusions I recallI really don't know life at all"pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-72480916944231604602010-01-04T09:13:00.000-08:002010-01-04T09:28:18.792-08:00I have stopped reading philosophy. I like another's thoughts only when they echo my own. Whats the point.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-46037366043580049052009-09-20T09:54:00.000-07:002009-09-20T09:55:25.721-07:00I feel like an iceberg...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-35667067622830689302009-06-29T10:05:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:07:18.864-07:00I believe parallel universes can exist,even if just in the mind.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-55863877541046901682009-06-26T23:43:00.000-07:002009-06-26T23:53:57.961-07:00Sometimes I forget I have a life.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-39719427999215748102009-04-07T21:14:00.000-07:002009-04-07T21:15:51.415-07:00When I meet friends I realizehow much I miss them.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-25874327041370525962008-11-30T06:39:00.001-08:002008-11-30T06:43:15.896-08:00In times like this you wonderif all this is worth it. pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-49561989550014536712008-11-25T10:04:00.000-08:002008-11-25T10:12:29.354-08:00I think I am home.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-65217459636603134192008-10-09T09:18:00.000-07:002008-10-09T09:39:26.373-07:00 I have lived in Tuscany for a monthas I grew up adventuring with the Famous Five.A new place holds so many promises.This time I promise to be a traveller not a tourist.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-18769220668732989332008-10-08T08:06:00.000-07:002008-10-08T08:35:31.109-07:00Sunset from an aeroplane.Brilliant shades of orangeblending into the almost painted blue skies.So close. So beautiful.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-35583216122595120302008-10-04T04:33:00.000-07:002008-10-04T04:35:11.807-07:00I wish I had ventured further....pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-58752066319641603512008-08-23T00:53:00.000-07:002008-08-23T00:59:36.027-07:00After a long timeI met someone who made me think pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-44883300862012485182008-06-28T07:42:00.000-07:002008-06-28T07:53:17.589-07:00Wisps of smoke float before his face.Two cups of coffee and the third untouchedcrowd his table.His newspaper or a book maybewill keep him company today.I wonderwhyI wonder.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-44169933759667181602008-03-20T21:16:00.000-07:002008-03-20T21:19:26.182-07:00Its always about being at the right place, at the right timeSomeone please tell me where and when that is.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-82351257166419174132008-03-19T10:05:00.000-07:002008-03-19T10:07:04.611-07:00When a decision becomes a curse...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-45701581691002661902007-12-06T02:16:00.000-08:002007-12-06T02:22:35.338-08:00Too much realitydemands a little fictionpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-23256162861893266092007-10-09T21:34:00.001-07:002007-10-09T21:35:28.598-07:00"In his later years Pablo Picasso was not allowed to roam an art gallery unattended, for he had previously been discovered in the act of trying to improve on one of his old masterpieces."pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-19420737366944870652007-09-07T23:24:00.000-07:002007-09-07T23:33:17.187-07:00 I need to find solace in another’s words. pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-81405405707175806682007-07-21T23:16:00.000-07:002007-07-21T23:40:03.067-07:00I've crossed the deserts for milesSwam water for timeSearching places to findA piece of something to call mine (I'm coming)Coming closer to youWent along many moorsWalked through many doorsThe place where I wanna beIs the place I can call mine (I'm coming)Coming closer to youI'm moving, I'm comingCan you hear, what I hearIt's calling you my dearOut of reach (Take me to my beach)I can hear it, pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-25710727452315622522007-07-18T10:46:00.000-07:002007-07-21T23:50:16.844-07:00 Shiny Happy people! pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-4570680815601682742007-06-28T09:34:00.000-07:002007-06-28T09:35:10.868-07:00I should be scaredBut I am just bored.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-32376566097131974642007-05-19T00:10:00.000-07:002007-05-19T00:16:44.038-07:00 The sea seems so calm even in its turbulence.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-57650251938231574182007-05-17T08:45:00.000-07:002007-05-17T09:01:36.575-07:00Lying here in this pool of deceitA changed person..a monsterwithout a soul.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-56510004963238649352007-04-21T22:19:00.000-07:002007-04-21T22:20:06.739-07:00Resentment comes packed ingrey boxes.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-55393081517563923832007-04-17T10:39:00.000-07:002007-04-17T10:42:50.314-07:00From an aspiring backpacker,to an armchair traveler.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-53759845826516896062007-04-06T23:53:00.000-07:002007-04-06T23:55:04.268-07:00Where do I goto lose myself?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-8002138982787501502007-03-20T09:41:00.000-07:002007-03-20T09:43:19.125-07:00And why shouldn't change scare us?It comes unexpected, unannounced and often unpleasant.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-41716983075767926832007-03-03T09:55:00.000-08:002007-03-20T09:34:33.034-07:00The Motorcycle Diaries (Diarios de motocicleta)"This isn't a tale of heroic feats. It's about two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams.What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road."The opening line pretty much sums up the movie. Two men taking off to travel the continent; the starting point of greatness. pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-73033579026834875252007-03-03T08:09:00.000-08:002007-03-03T08:23:41.739-08:00In the blind pursuit of other things,I forgot the things I actually love.Its time to get back,to live and to learn.You don't need a new year to make resolutionsor excuses to break them.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1170953816454195952007-02-08T08:54:00.000-08:002007-02-10T22:49:12.343-08:00Hippies, Artists, Junkies, Thinkers and Gypsies...Is it ever easy to be free?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1170004859979850952007-01-28T09:03:00.000-08:002007-01-28T09:20:59.993-08:00Hidalgo, Raiders of the Lost Ark,Nothing like a little adventureto revive your spirits…Even if it’s only celluloid.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1169879200533040142007-01-26T22:19:00.000-08:002007-02-08T08:53:36.396-08:00Its a delightful movie with complicated characters and an easy storyline. A woman who is making her way in the big city of New York, with a telephone in her suitcase and a cat she calls the Cat."I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it's like. It's like Tiffany's." - Holly (Breakfast at Tiffany's)pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1169878642118276032007-01-26T22:12:00.000-08:002007-01-26T22:17:22.140-08:00Every time I hit a note of compromise,I left.Its a bad thing, people say,To want too much.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1168964247686098382007-01-16T08:15:00.000-08:002007-01-16T08:19:43.306-08:00If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.Jim Morrisonpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1168797034583100452007-01-14T09:34:00.000-08:002007-01-14T09:50:34.596-08:00In my obsession for the Goal,Have I stopped enjoyingthe little pleasures of life?In my need for happiness,Have I killed all desiresof my inner child?In my quest for perfection,What am I missing in life?Life?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1168623465374375732007-01-12T09:34:00.000-08:002007-01-12T09:37:45.386-08:00Another turning point;a fork stuck in the road.Time grabs you by the wrist;directs you where to go.So make the best of this testand don't ask why.It's not a questionbut a lesson learned in time.It's something unpredictablebut in the end it's right.I hope you had the time of your life.So take the photographsand still frames in your mind.Hang it on a shelfIn good health and good time.Tattoos of pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1168534464532430812007-01-11T08:45:00.000-08:002007-01-11T08:55:54.613-08:00Cold air, hot tea,a long trek uphill.A fresh perspective.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1167934452157713882007-01-04T10:11:00.000-08:002007-01-04T10:14:12.166-08:00The mind weaves stories,when it experiences surreal.Frightened, mad, darkly depressive.Webs of deceit, passionate lovefall into its embrace.The Normal can't writemore than a few wordsof their pitiful existence.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1165340685937622352006-12-05T09:42:00.000-08:002006-12-05T09:44:45.953-08:00'All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances'Shakespearepritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1165253362879750822006-12-04T09:07:00.000-08:002006-12-04T09:29:22.896-08:00'Starry, starry night:Portraits hung in empty halls:Frameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget;Like the strangers that you've met:The ragged men in ragged clothes.The silver thorn, a bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.'Don Mcleanpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1165083268379559142006-12-02T10:08:00.000-08:002006-12-02T10:14:28.393-08:00Conditioned to live,We Pass.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1164818494872749662006-11-29T08:34:00.000-08:002006-11-29T08:41:34.873-08:00I feel curbed. Limited.Can I fail in the womb of perceived success?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1164475694580601192006-11-25T09:20:00.000-08:002006-11-25T09:28:14.593-08:00The day you start livingeveryone else's life but your own,Stop..pause...catch the next bus out.Compromise is the worst poisonyou can inject in your life.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1164302158732647912006-11-23T09:05:00.000-08:002006-11-23T09:15:58.743-08:00Bitching purges.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1164216204716884332006-11-22T08:55:00.000-08:002006-11-22T09:23:24.730-08:00"Yet all experience is an arch where throughGleams that untravelled world,whose margin fadesFor ever and for ever when I move.How dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!As though to breath were life.Life piled on lifeWere all to little, and of one to meLittle remains: but every hour is savedFrom that eternal silence, something more,A bringer of new things; pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1163876644298353362006-11-18T10:53:00.000-08:002006-11-18T11:04:04.310-08:00"I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying."Woody Allen, not me.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1163007677682350062006-11-08T09:37:00.000-08:002006-11-08T09:41:17.696-08:00I feel like a Hope Junkie.....What else is there?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1162486892166354242006-11-02T08:59:00.000-08:002006-11-02T09:01:32.176-08:00'A slumber did my spirit seal;I had no human fears:She seemed a thing that could not feelThe touch of earthly years'Another long day....is it really worth it??!pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1161976384213573532006-10-27T11:49:00.000-07:002006-10-27T12:13:04.230-07:00Getting in touch with peoplewe once knewis always a pleasureEven though they aren'treally the people we knewpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1161797021791478262006-10-25T10:20:00.000-07:002006-10-25T10:23:41.803-07:00I wonder if I can returnTo the place where I can Think againI know I have to try...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1131104226000977302005-11-04T03:35:00.000-08:002005-11-04T03:37:06.010-08:00Staring at the computer screen for hours in a day...Yet when I sit to write,No words come.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1120031992124807762005-06-29T00:57:00.000-07:002008-10-09T00:12:18.465-07:00"Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary sand of dead habit..."-TagoreWhere...?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1118062828323696922005-06-06T05:58:00.000-07:002005-06-06T06:00:28.326-07:00"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show."-David Copperfieldpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1116942062258516892005-05-24T06:40:00.000-07:002005-05-24T06:41:02.263-07:00The story has progressed to a point of no return. When we started out, we had dreams of making it on our own, a vision that couldn’t be compromised. Today…well today, we live in a world of lies and more, trying to salvage a part of us that existed in the bleary past. What have we become?Automatons going through the daily grind without fail. Automatons chasing that future which by now has morphedpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1104160555592728962004-12-27T07:13:00.000-08:002004-12-27T07:15:55.593-08:00"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings."
And suddenly I am tongue-tied...
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1102838622324943982004-12-12T00:02:00.000-08:002004-12-12T00:03:42.323-08:00As usual...I have jumped without the safety net in sight....
hmmm....
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1095699251758042832004-09-20T09:27:00.000-07:002004-09-20T09:54:11.760-07:00Of mediocrity and insignificance...
Still we exist?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1088692575266059072004-07-01T07:32:00.000-07:002008-10-09T00:11:21.818-07:00"What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows.No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars like skies at night.No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance.No time to wait till her mouth pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1083075298817354432004-04-27T07:14:00.000-07:002004-04-27T07:19:50.450-07:00Too many voices in my head...
which
will I be?
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1082474729310273662004-04-20T08:19:00.000-07:002004-04-20T08:29:27.640-07:00Been out...pretty much out of it.
Another battle tomorrow...
A farce and I know it will be
Deception behind the smiling faces.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1076848467014512922004-02-15T04:21:00.000-08:002004-02-15T04:36:59.293-08:00I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
I've always thought
thatpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1076847620445050522004-02-15T04:18:00.000-08:002004-02-15T04:22:52.856-08:00Getting philosophical again...yes, there are tearspritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1072792213137561132003-12-30T05:43:00.000-08:002003-12-30T05:51:43.796-08:00Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
And sometimes life feels so...yet so beautifulpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1071849932133821042003-12-19T08:05:00.000-08:002003-12-19T08:06:48.280-08:00I was looking for joys in little things
Maybe I just looked at the wrong places.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1067009021053080442003-10-24T08:22:00.000-07:002003-10-24T08:23:42.450-07:00The curtain raised
Performance to be made
Audience beckons action
The Bustle is just moments away
Stage fright is an every morning drama
Sleep help me run away...
-SW
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1064921804070614702003-09-30T03:41:00.000-07:002003-09-30T04:36:43.863-07:00The water is becalmed by my silence
I have been staring at its glassy surface for so long
Reflections of life
Pass in an ethereal stupor
Reality masked in the veils of the past.
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1064237399672498252003-09-22T06:22:00.000-07:002003-09-22T06:29:59.540-07:00So much can happen in so little time....
Enough to turn your world upside down,
yet so fast that you can't even exhale.
Life is..life was supposed to be
this way.
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1062057477361188872003-08-28T00:57:00.000-07:002003-08-28T00:57:57.350-07:00Humiliated, pushed, suffocated, irritated, disgusted,
Still
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1062056384022147952003-08-28T00:39:00.000-07:002003-08-28T00:39:44.000-07:00Togetherness is such strange freedom...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1061392215540216362003-08-20T08:10:00.000-07:002003-08-20T08:10:59.070-07:00I thought I could walk the tight rope,
Now I am losing balance.
Be afraid, very afraid...
You may just get what you ask for...
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1058936558091049032003-07-22T22:02:00.000-07:002003-07-22T22:02:37.953-07:00The weary traveller trudges the narrow path
in a stupor
of a long walkpritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-1058035628155816362003-07-12T11:47:00.000-07:002003-07-12T11:47:08.126-07:00I think about getting back to my life..a little sunshine, a little rain...is it time yet?pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-954662112003-06-09T07:57:00.000-07:002003-06-09T07:57:03.880-07:00Big goals and big money....What, when, why, where, who and HOW!pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-949728082003-05-27T21:05:00.000-07:002003-05-27T21:05:23.866-07:00The woman on the train was chatting away regardless of whether anyone was interested or not...her soliloquoy on Hindi movie scripts 'borrowed' from Hollywood was at best without an ounce of accuracy...Reminded me of the Annie Hall sequence at the theatre and I could be Woody Allen!pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-949419762003-05-27T07:53:00.000-07:002003-05-27T08:00:57.000-07:00Every morning, in the rush of the hour, the deep blue sea fills me with a sense of calm.
I started a new phase in my life...professionally that is. Each time I make a change in my life...its like stirring a hornet's nest of existential questions. It somehow compels me to undertake a journey to unravel aspects of me and my life rather than just sticking to the job at hand...am still on that pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-948283452003-05-24T07:58:00.000-07:002003-05-24T07:58:55.056-07:00The week passed in a daze...a nice kind of delirium. Have travelled to the extremes and back...walking right on the middle of my tightrope again.pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-943769612003-05-15T00:24:00.000-07:002003-05-15T00:25:35.000-07:00Begging...with style!
I am Karishma and Madhuri every morning for the eunuchs at the traffic lights....I don't get any pleasure out of the compliment (?) and they don't get any money out of me....
There is an old blind man I see on the station steps each night...he seems to be blessing the world (why?). Does he bless you because you gave him money or did you give him money because he blessed pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-942039242003-05-12T07:26:00.000-07:002003-05-12T07:30:47.000-07:00We were meant to be soulmates. I mean meant. We are so alike aren't we??? The part of me that you know is the part of you in me. You don't want to see the others...the mes in me. You did catch a glimpse this time and did I notice you cringing? It could have been...but soul mates without soul?
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-940468262003-05-09T05:07:00.000-07:002003-05-09T05:07:15.206-07:00Its time to jump into the deep end again...the waters could be shark infested but that only time will tell!!!
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-938634412003-05-06T07:22:00.000-07:002003-05-06T07:25:02.000-07:00Can there be an unconditional friendship...a friendship where 6000 miles melt? Thanks for breaking myths and for being there!
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-937838842003-05-04T22:26:00.000-07:002003-05-04T22:26:22.436-07:00Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in - the city of cities
Lonely as I am, together we cry we cry we cry
I don't ever want to feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love - take me all the way
I don't ever want to feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love - take me all the way
I drive on the streets, 'cos he's pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-935260732003-04-30T05:13:00.000-07:002003-04-30T05:13:23.043-07:00More often than not, I feel like I am trapezing above the real world. I seldom descend to the lower grounds…I like it better that way. Gazing at the trivial going-ons of the ant-like-world; the six degrees of separation between the imaginary and the real is what keeps me alive.
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-935183362003-04-30T00:29:00.000-07:002003-04-30T00:29:47.786-07:00I want to feel healthy again....
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-932885992003-04-26T02:19:00.000-07:002003-04-26T02:21:04.000-07:00Blowing Hot, Hot, Hot
Sirocco…with a graphic picture of two individuals who don’t seem to care much for clothes (its hot after all!) plastered on every wall and pole. I often wonder, who makes these movies and who can actually act (is that what it is called?) in them. Apparently, a whole bunch of people considering how often the posters change. Not much different from Bollywood anyway, where a pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-932809942003-04-25T21:56:00.000-07:002003-04-25T21:56:08.396-07:00Foot prints
I stared at the floor of the auto; the dirt, the peeling paint and the invisible foot prints that have scarred its surface. Imprints of people walking in and out, traveling along only till their destination. Like the people in my life. And I always let them leave. How can you hold on to someone who wants to go...
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-932228442003-04-24T22:03:00.000-07:002003-04-24T22:07:08.000-07:00Somethings never change,
Even when emotions get way outta range,
So Calvin, this I guarantee,
There's much more we gotta see!
The ones you lose are not real friends…
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-931609812003-04-23T22:37:00.000-07:002003-04-23T22:37:30.470-07:00Dr. Woo's Philosophy # 203
If you think the world's looking grey,
Take off those dark coloured glasses for heaven's sake!
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-931103282003-04-23T06:28:00.000-07:002003-04-23T06:30:19.000-07:00Dr. Woo is back... Hold on for the pearls of infinite wisdom!
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-931082332003-04-23T05:41:00.000-07:002003-04-23T05:41:42.000-07:00Whats in a name...
I really don't know. To me you are more than a name...I could call you thousands of different names because there are so many ways to describe you, so many things you make me feel...then how can I dare restrain you by a chain of letters?
I wrote a story once...about two people, people like you and me...I don't remember giving them names...public names...for that would pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-930289232003-04-21T22:24:00.000-07:002003-04-21T22:24:46.013-07:00'tween the copper sun and silver moon,
I weave my dreams and fantasies,
the surreal spindle spins
my yarns of insanity,
I wear the sheath
to cover my life,
impenetrable.
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-929784172003-04-21T05:19:00.000-07:002008-10-09T00:13:12.659-07:00"Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean. "From Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor ColeridgeTime to move, I daresay...pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-928783792003-04-19T00:06:00.000-07:002003-04-19T00:06:59.466-07:00From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
From ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140035.post-927668462003-04-17T01:06:00.000-07:002003-04-17T01:06:54.280-07:00There are fragments of me lying restless across barren time,
Piece me together. I have waited so long.
pritikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00904984036800217176noreply@blogger.com0