dialogue

a conversation between me and my friend aparna
on the 12^th of November, 05

it started with me, asking for her snap thru mail as I’d never seen her…

by the way is stpid si photo ka karoge kya?

im looking extremely stupid in this

love

aparna

yeah u do luk a little crossed here... but then... since when did this create a problem... love adi

i hop[e its looking ok

i was cross coz i hate the sun in the eye

and the sun was blinding

so wen am i getting ur pic

love

aparna

and this is how i look like...
behold my eternal splendour...

(I mailed her an image of Krishna) adi

ha ha
i wish you were really gopal

i could do with his presence in my life

frankly even if you were i wouldnt have believed you

i cant believe he has any interest in my life

next "4 years" is the test of my faith...then my faith is in shades of black or white.....filhaal greys mein hai

the eternal splendour is difficult to believe in times of trouble

(then I mailed her my actual snap)

and here's my present incarnation i'm with my boss'es children at 'har ki pauri' haridwar adi

ure quite good looking so do i have chance once i dump sam

and ur as thin as sam not lesserthan that

thr is something else i noticed will tell you that wen we meet

mmmm wen will that be

yeah, i wonder...wen will we

uh some time soon

dont worry woh waqt bhi ayega

at exactly this momnet in a conversation, i begin to wonder, what now adi

what about now?

us?

wondering is a part and parcel of romantics....poets and dreamers are romantics dear......which category are you in

im in both

i'm the original dreamweaver...

the first one, there was...

and the last one, there will be...

i am, i was, i will...

adi

"im the alpha,im the omega" concept huh?

im sure you were the original dreamweaver...

but what about my insanity.dreams which have over the years have been proven insane...inspite of all that i still believe....my dreams stay true for me..........

have i become introspective or am i just proving a point?

all your dreams, all your desires, all your sanity & all your vanity...

they are as much a part of me, as of you...

however insane, they WILL stay true to you...

every poet, every romantic, was, is and will remain a dreamweaver...

what is a poet without a thought, and what is a thought without the seed of a dream...

i wonder, and yes, i introspect....

adi

uh all my thoughts from ure words

what makes me a romantic i have never understood after every shock i thougth i have landed back on the earth below....

only to look down and see im rising again

as for dream weaving....

a thought or a dream or the intrspection

constant but the poetry gets lost in the pain

and yet from the pain rises the song

a full circle,

a dream taking its revenge

for its not come true either,

questions become self answered

and yet we keep asking them

.dreams or just hallucinations

hallucinations are the unfulfilled dreams

we come back to the weaving

weaving the pain and smiles together

which the world calls fake

i call it true....cause thats what i want

my wants are my ultimate truths

lies are not apart of me

lies are just trying to grab my entity..........

"I am the goal,
the sustainer, the master, the witness,
the abode, the refuge
&
the most dear friend.
I am the creation & the annihilation,
the basis of everything,
the resting place & the eternal seed."
(these words I’ve taken from Shrimad Bhagvat Gita & at present grace my e-mail signature)

I am but a dream

November 12^th, 2005 Adi