Robin Tales

Drunk in my own thoughts, I wish to walk down the same road. Feet struggling to take the step forward, deep breaths follow my instructions. My destiny, in my own hands. Finally a thread I was chasing for long, is now in my hand. But Why do I want to let it go? I walk the other way. Dragging my hand on the side bars of the street. My eyes look around for the same. A dash of the same old hope. No intentions on my  mind, I want to reach my destination. Following my heart was easy, knowing what it really wanted was difficult. I want the new. I want me. I wish to let the thread slip away. I will feel relieved. Twisting it between my fingers, I stare at the vastness of the ocean. The corners never could define the largeness of it all. Even the brightest star looks out for its reflection. I am questioned. I am unanswered. Truth is, the crossroads will define where I go. But life's making a pass at it. I wonder where will I go. - Robin

They say writers were born out of a need for expression. Maybe that's how humans learned the deeper aspects of their own emotions, simple and complicated. Somehow over time, I have learnt how to emote, how to express and what to feel. What I did not see coming, is how I would deal with it once I have passed these phases. While in search for the many unaddressed questions I had, few beautiful words breezed past me. Lately, I havnt been able to give much time to writing, and these words make me believe, for words that come froom the heart are words so true. It's a poem by E. E. Cummings I carry your heart with me I carry it in my heart I am never without it Anywhere I go you go, my dear; And whatever is done By only me is your doing, my darling   I fear no fate For you are my fate, my sweet I want no world For beautiful you are my world, my true And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant And whatever a sun will always sing is you   Here is the dee...

Roadless walks, water with shrinking thoughts, and a cup of coffee, I was falling short of something I must call in a nutshell - 'self'. Ab bas baithe, kuch shabd likhe aur unhe dekhti rahi. Doorse hawa tezi se meri owr badhi. Khule aasman se taare kuch pooch rahe the. Hum kuch waqt sawaal jawaab karne lage. Khushi se wo bhi tim tim karne lage. Kuch baadal taaron ke saath baith gaye.  Sab baatien garm si hone lagi. Tab darwaza main chaabi lagne ki aawaz ayi.  ...Aur kuch, jo hum na keh sake, jo shabd likhkar kagaz par reh gaye ...Wo ek kadam se hum the, wo ek kadam se tum the ...Par aaj na kuch kehna, aur na kuch sunna hai ...Akhon main saari raat jayegi

Really excited and pumped with enthusiasm, I ran into the kitchen screaming, "It's going to be birthday again !!" Waving my hands in the air as a sign of desperation, I hinted my mom that I was probably to high with my aging or the happiness of all the upcoming gifts was just not sinking in. What was it about my birthday that I would start behaving like a maniac two months in advance, was never to easy to understand. However, this time of the year, I was beginning to feel different. Different, such that there was no change. It's not like i don't move things around me just so they would look different. It's not like I am afraid to change. For most parts, I have changed so fast, the person in the mirror seems totally new to me now. I have started doing new things at a rate I cannot even keep track of. I am working at home, I am cooking. Ogh, I give advice on cooking, for someone like me who can't make a decent tea, this is quite a feat! This is just the h...

A board that says ‘Welcome Food and Drinks’ is all that talks on this road. The lonely souls seemed indifferent to the lively animal herds around. The heat is hot as hell, leaving no room for the last conversationers to grab a sight of the outside world. Leaves tired of hanging out by themselves take their last walks along the road.   Water, too sick of taken advantage of, ran away on the last flight to Gjbesis . What can one think of as ‘adventure’ in a land where time stands still and fine print reads aloud? For all who know nothing about the dawn, the dusk becomes a mystery, to these the town had no one along, none to pass. Only one of them still had the capability of standing against the mighty giant who took down even the best (or worst) narcissists of their time. I came to know of a Miser, the one who had some good deeds. He had the most valuable possession and refused to part with it.   All excited, I opened the box of idles, something he hadn’t touched in a while. A w...

Tell me what's in store When the worst gets over Or shall the winds whisper As the sounds of music play A treat to the eyes Salt n pepper, some old Bruises go by and bruises stay When the sun goes down  Twinkletoes comes in Run by the story Shoo the silence away Who needs the past's glory

It was music to my ears. Well it was music, after all. The Chennai Super Kings anthem! The drums, the language, the sheer magnetism of the team could make any non-follower its ardent supporter. And yes, this is freshly brewed...from Chennai! Goodwin Players!