strings of life...

u sat there playing your guitar...lost to everything around you...completely immersed in you own thoughts...your own music...you sat there playing your guitar next to the water cooler...and i saw you for the first time...a guy who thinks he is a world in his own...who thinks people aren't worth being noticed or appreciated...i hated you!...we met again soon and i realised that i had been right the first time about you...not a hint of smile on your face...just an expression of complete aloofness...you were everything i wasn't...calm, composed,dedicated...not caring a shit for what people thought about you...i envied you...then we became friends...we sat together at the water cooler...you playing your guitar...completely immersed in your own thoughts...your own music...i saw you...a guy who knows how to feel for others...who shows his concern for them by making them smile through his music...i respected you...i admitted to myself that i had not been right about you...life took a turn and we came closer...we sat together...you teaching me how to play the gitar...i saw you...a guy who meant the world to me...someone who cared for me more than i thought was possible...i loved you...and NOW...we sit together at the water cooler talkin about anything under the sun...your guitar lying next to you...i look at you and thank god for giving you to me...a guy i love and care for...life is going beautifully thanx to you...and i wish it stays that way forever...me...you...and...your guitar!

i saw her...

today i saw a picture in my newspaper...a middle aged widow... a woman who had seen her husband die right before her eyes in the middle of a hotel room filled with little children and women...she looked strangly disturbed...she looked pale and sick...someone in dire need of a good meal and a peaceful sleep...her face leapt out at me from the pages of the paper...i felt an instant pang of sympathy towards her...i read the caption below...she was one of the suicide bombers of jordan...her husband had been one too...he died but she didn't...i tried to work up anger against that sagging face, stricken with a haunting look of a desperate longing...i closed the paper realising with a mild shock that all i felt was pity...an accute sense of pity!

life's a mess right now...it's like nothin is going the way it's supposed to go or probably the i want it to go. feel like i'm being suffocated by the most trivial things in life.my thoughts are closing in on me and i've had enough of myself!i feel like jumping from my balcony but it seems so low! i have still not reached the dignified height from which i can jump off and feel contented about it (no puns intended!).
but i guess life goes on and this low will probably give way to a new high...but till it doesn't.... i'll carry on with the way it's goin...after all... it's all about livin....isn't it?