flashy emode icons
have reduced the sheer joy of composition to nothingness

these days, everyone messages everyone.
we text our way to that soccer meeting on saturday.
we msn to learn the latest goss from abroad.
we add emodes, winking graphics,
and i just discovered nudging.

the ease of being able to find someone online.
breeds a take for grantedness.
i try not to be that available some times.
i try to be alittle unconnected at times.
i still enjoy the sheer ectasy of serendipity.
i still hope for that rain beaten envelope.
with the letter, inked with words.
well thought out,
albeit having a little smiley :), scribbled.
thanks for writing with that pen.

been dreaming
dreams are sometimes like visions of us
if we had taken that other opposite path
or even simply
if we had made that simple phone call
said that simple word
kept that second of silent

than again. it may just be me.

others dream incomprehensible dreams.
others dream of their material wants.
i dream of myself, in i had taken,
that other path.

i cant fathom.
how real each scenario conjures to be.
no regrets as each scene flashes by.
just savouring each second of the taste
taste of the best of both worlds
one regret.
i wished my grandma was alive.
but thats plain selfish.
she was battling sickness while alive.
she was living life, in my dreams.
rest in peace.