Robin Tales

Its new Its blue Not sure about how it is Supposed to be true I want to be awake I want to sleep Alright I give up To know is all I shall have Its me in you Forever how is it Bright like the sound Sweet? I can be it Move. Talk. Think I don't  See. Wish. Feel I wait A tear I become Speeding away from you I'm all alone Just as I leave you A place I had Not anymore So are you In me for ever and more

To begin with, I almost didn't write this one. Writing, my passion, mixed with music, my inspiration and my past,  my love. It's this cauldron that brings me to this period. Yes, things happened. Yes, I am here now. But would life be like this if I had just done the things I almost did. I keep telling myself, maybe that's just a can of worms and maybe I am happier and better than I could have ever been. I walk around my room and see the books I didn't finish reading, look at the half notes and feel like I could have been someone else. Only if some people had stayed. Only if some people had moved on.  I almost made it to that place. I almost said those things. Every single word of it.  Can I for once not feel this? Can I know what I am? Can I know where I am? Can I know what I almost would do - is there anyway to make this go away?

The crowd undefined. Measure in spirits, not the hopeful ones but the one from wants. A place that is characterized by swirls of purpose, storms of movements and acts like a blizzard. Probably the most promiscuous of all market places, Crawford market of Mumbai has a story that could be anywhere from a short story to a multi-season soap opera. It takes you on a shopper's high - one that cannot be defined in any book or calculated by any algorithm. If you need something, its there. If you don't, there's more. How is it different, you ask? How does a random mumbling of words differ from singing? How do words differ from sentences? How do flowers differ from gardens? The rhythm of this place, between the indoor vendors, the outdoor sellers, the workmen who move material from one place to another, slapping through the air bags of wishes over the heads of thousands of believers! Yes, I make it sound like a religion! Words you have seen. Works that you haven't. Name ...

Waking up to the sounds of nature, She did all she could to avoid her start to the day. The routine wasn't hers to follow, so God help those who wanted to help her. With a bag full of munchies and a bouncy walk with the blaring music in her ears, she walked to her regular book store - one that was not ruined by the virtues of modern technologies. In the pile of her books, behind her glasses, she felt like a princess in her own right. Owning the world of words. Conquering all thoughts. Riding her horse of imagination. "This one is tricky",  she heard a voice which almost felt like it came from within. "I can't seem to decide what book I want read. They all either equally good, or well, equally bad." Slowly rising from the top rim of the book, her eyes tried to make sense of what her ears just caught. "Sir, what genre of books do you read?", asked the furious sales woman behind the counter. She was obviously not happy with this confused customer who...

A hint of word some brilliant puns all the jokes and laughs my moments, the ones I was ready in the middle of my life where do I find the go where do I find the choice Turning my way around taking a bit longer I'm still at the turn finding myself Feeling the lost Looking at my new I know no better Giving in the few..never

People amaze me. It's fun being around something that can move, talk to you, respond in a way you could not expected the least. Things that can love you, care for you, hurt you. Things that can feel, think, and plan. An overused and abused word, plan. Things that are helpful yet selfish. Happy yet sad. Playful, and evil. Clarification. I am amazed by people. With some deep seeded curiosity, to know how it would be it I weren't me. What would I do if life wasn't the way I saw it everyday, right from the moment I wake up to the time I batted by eyes last in the night.  If my friends, weren't my friends, but could be acquaintances, or even enemies (not that I endorse this word!)  With this new thought, I walk up to every person I know and talk to them like we would in a parallel world, another dimension, where my acquaintance would cheer up at the sight of me, and applaud my great doings! It felt good, good different. Almost unreal.  At one point I felt that I may hav...

Everyday as you wake up in the morning, you promise yourself, to be good, to be nice, gracefully loyal and whatever. Before you know it, your rules are crushed by a huge lion walking around to beat your niceness all along. Hate him, like you've hated sugarless cake or pepperless salads. I walk down the road, watching him beat up innocent children. The smug smile, the rustic fervor that almost makes you drive him up the wall, the callous nature, and you just stare politely. you don't want to smile. You don't even want to look. The second time I walked down the entrance, it was as if he knew I'd be there. I couldn't get pass it this time. "How can you?" I barfed at the thought of having to speak to this guy, who was now standing arrogantly after having taken the money from looney teenager. "Don't pretend you're all that good. Nobody is." I wanted to leave victorious, but now I was confused. "Yes, I am good" I reassured ...