Measure in Love... contd...

ive decided to fill the vortex with feeble words.. I still don't feel i should write anything on this post... but i've decided anyway... how do u measure what someone means to you.. how can you capture the butterfly effect of a million a billion instances.. intricately woven into the web of life... each string a memory... a fate... a destiny... each tug each bend decisions to be made.. courage.. to make them.. and to face the outcome... it seems impossible to explain.. to comprehend.. to understand.. but an attempt must be made.. what is human life.. lives... if not an attempt to understand why and what now...

every step you took, every mistake you made again and again and called yourself a fool for it and still went ahead an made it again.. every life you live simultaneously all those masques.. always changing.. always acting.. reacting.. never really just being.. you...

and it comes down to this... you cant measure a life.. a life you've shared.. a night a week a lifetime.. you just can't you can... as mr. rice put it so beautifully.. love.. thats all you can really do... love life... that'll teach you grown ups struggling with numbers.. measure in love...

how much you loved?.. how deeply.. how real was it... how much did it hurt.. was it worth it.. these are the questions you should ask... and you'll know... whats important.. whats impacted you.. who...

and then you can sit back one night.. half asleep not really awake and write about it.. names.. places.. memories.. etched forever in your life.. how will you be measured...? in love? will you match up...

will they say... he lived completely.. loved and hurt completely.. or...

thats all you need to know.. and.. and... then you can just be....

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!*

*cf: If, Rudyard Kipling

Measure in Love...

how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.
Measure it... in love.*

*cf: Seasons of Love: Rent, Tim Rice

some things just are... II

oh! life is bigger its bigger than you, and you are not me
the lengths that i would go to, the distance in your eyes

oh no! i've said too much, I haven´t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing,
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try*

u know how sometimes u should just keep your trap shut.. about how its a harmless little joke inside your head until you see the look on the persons face who just heard it and its like the unsatiable arrow that you cant take back... hmmm yeah... that one.. well events of last night have affirmed my belief in tact.. in discretion and in keepin your bloody trap shut...

any way it comes to point that people.. read me... sometimes jus forget that when its said about you its not that funny.. its not easy to just let it go and realise ppl just like talking.. it hurts.. and the more of an emotion driven fool u are.. the more it hurts.. the more you think about it and the more you veer onto cynical.. jus when you thought you were out.. the slightest comment can just pull you back into the dismal deluge of deary depression...

it can ruin your night and make you become all careful and suspicious.. who.. why.. why.. why..

anyway..... in other news... ive been in delhi three moths now.. and im liking it.. honestly.. yes i do miss bombay and a few ppl.. i miss some of the places you could get a drink without being anybody or somebody.. i miss not being judged at every step.. but the vanity kicks in and i dont mind eventually...

but its good to be home.. among the familiar.. among the new.. and yet familiar... among the similar.. something about the intoxicating combination of the familiar and the similar thats overpowering..

eventually we all need to grow and spread our wings and be who we can and do what we want and not just what we must and explore this world and these times.. but eventually we all come back to the familiar.. to familia..

And you can swallow, Or you can spit, You can throw it up, Or choke on it
And you can dream, So dream out loud* *

sometimes it is quite the struggle.. loneliness.. peers.. pretend parties and frivolous flirting.. serious work and non serious working.. playing the part and having others play for you... and sometimes its just all so easy.. so natural.. so who i am and where i want to be.. existence is such a tight rope walk sometimes.. no rest no let up no reprieve.. keep walking...

And if the clouds bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the Dark Side Of The Moon***

change.. always change.. something someone somewhere somehow... always evolving.. living.. taking in.. processing.. learning.. keenly.. growing.. changing..

we live our lives one moment to the next unsure of what we want and who we are and what we need.. we're twentyfivesixseven and we think we know so much.. we dont even know ourselves.. not always not really... love.. life.. live.

let it be.. let it go.. its not so important. to know.. always know.. somethings just are..

left best unknown
unsaid...

*cf: Losing My Religion, REM
**cf: Acrobat, U2
***cf: Brain Damage, Pink Floyd