Dream peddler

As whispers merge into the twilight…

I kiss the dying sun,

Hoping the dawn

To be eternal and bright

I missed you in my dreams.

 

I have taken grief, in the everyday…

I have fought,

The burning midnight

But I was the heel of Achilles

I missed you in my dreams.

 

As I romanced the moon and the black …

I have betrayed,

The thirst of this illusion

I refused to drink the darkness

I missed you in my dreams.

 

I never saw the way to this maze…

Every door I crept on to,

Was a mirage

It wasn’t my destiny

I missed you in my dreams.

 

You were never meant for me…

It was I, who loved you,

Some people,

Are destined to be the sea

I missed you in my dreams.

 

It was always summer…

But it rained,

Like never before

I will miss your face, your voice, your smile,

I missed you in the twinkle of my dreams.

“Blue blistering barnacles!!!!

Thundering typhoons!!!

You nincompoops, interplanetary pirates, I am not going into that flying coffin again!!!!”

 

 

–Capt. Haddock to Thompson and Thomson in the,” Explorers on the Moon”

 

 

 

Oh!!! How could I forget captain Haddock and his favorite Loch Lomond brand of whiskey? And the inimitable Cuthbert Calculus, Bianca Castafiore, the two bumbling detectives? I was lazing around… in front of the idiot box last night, and suddenly this show on cartoon network came up…I just thought of watching Tintin for a change… and I exclaimed to myself, “blue blistering barnacles, I forgot almost all the stories in it!!!! And once it had been one of my choicest of all books. I still remember I almost pestered my mom to insanity every other day, to buy me all the Tintin series until I had all 23 of them. Hee haw!!! Someday I was too bored of reading them over and over again, I would scramble up to my mom’s lap and blurred out,

 

“MOOOOm, read this story for me, pleaseeeee” my dad was always my back up plan, because he was a bit impatient while reading out stories. Lol…

 

 

There was a time, when I had almost memorized the entire 23 books, err… well almost!! I used to sit with a Tintin book on the dining table, while having meals, and I could hear my mom screaming,

 

“Why do you bring this book, along with the food?”

And she used to show stupid excuses,

 

”if you don’t pay attention to what you are eating, you will never grow up into a strong boy!!”

 

And I being the smallest of all kids, used to look up to mom, starry eyed, and murmur under my breath,

 

“Ma, just this one last time, only 10 pages left to read” my mom would say,

 

“no, leave this book, I will tell you a nice story instead… oh!! I was heart broken!

 

A child and his childishness hah!! My mom finally gave up the idea.

 

Then there were days, when we actually used actually play being Tintin. Ewes, what was that game. Umm, well we used build houses with the legos and actually make up our own story with a certain tuft less Tintin, a hot tempered captain Haddock, and the good old Cuthbert calculus, who used to act as he was “a little hard of hearing.” And that game would be fun, with occasional fights,(childhood adventures you know).

 

One day I even slipped one Tintin book into my school bag, so that I could read it in class, and I did, and I got my caught too!!! I had a guardian call. Gawwwd, I can still pain in my butt, I was crying like a baby (well… I was one at that time…). My dad locked up all my 23 hot collection in the cupboard, until my final examination was over. God!! How crazy can dads get over silly things!!

 

 

I reached for my precious book shelf, wiped out the dust, went through the stupid Enid Blytons, hardy boys, the dumb old pop-up books, the john grishams and the amitav ghoshs’ until I found the entire 23 crazy diamonds. The pages have turned yellow, with time, the corners of the front covers were coming off, I wiped the dust off with my hands, and thought oh! Crap what a mad little brat I was, over this immortal soul, and handed it over to my 6 yr old cousin sister, who went away dancing… I was really happy that day.

Its like passing on a precious gem, the passion will never die.

Hey c’mon guys this Tintin fever’s not yet over now, I got a Tintin cd collectors pack, the entire lot.

 

 

 

A touch – a shiver – of heaving breaths – of dripping water – along the bare skin – a whisper – unreadable – a pleasure – of unspoken words – of a silence that speaks – a love bite – butterfly wings; fluttering - the unseen reds – of a kiss - of curled up emotions – into the wilderness – a beckoning green – a tear – out of the corner of her left eye – a thought never spoken – but understood – a confrontation – a compromise – a hangover - called life!            

In the backwaters of life, of marinated love!

WHEN YOU THINK IT’S ALL OVER, IT HAS ONLY BEGUN!

I want to be the hero’s only chance. The hero that’s just so sublime, within me. I want that hero to have no choice, but only ONE fixed destiny, take it or perish in its quest. On a lonely November midnight, I let the full moon burn, to burst into flames, in a vain attempt of a resurrection. A moment of glory has been my survival instinct till now. I yearned for that silence that none has heard till now. I have desired the undesired, but is it the undesirable?      

What is life? – Life is water.

What is the motive of life? – To quench the thirst.

Why are we alive? – To drink this water.