A long haiku

caress inanimate objects
kick the landine
the instrument of my affection

postcard lessons [3

This is for,

two brilliant girls, 

two brilliant aquarians 

and me. 

sum total= 4.

[Happy Birthday Tris <3 ]

(c) Meghana Naidu

www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com

Photo information:

Brussels,

Oct 19, 2006

Exposure: 1/50 sec
Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: No

The borderline series

"think"

(c) Meghana Naidu 
www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com 


Jan 29, 2010

ISO: n/a
Exposure: 1/60 sec
Aperture: 2.6
Focal Length: 5.8mm
Flash Used: Yes

New song.
(because sometimes you've got to forgive songs and let them take your breath away, again)

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it.

99. 

99 blog posts

48 poems

11 original photographs

assorted indulgences and 

a myriad idiosyncrasies later, 

i realise that The invisible counter has been ticking, 

(despite my repeated attempts at ignoring blog birthdays 

and other  momentous landmarks)

but now, it freezes.

and i'm left staring at a number, 

which would mean nothing to me If not for the blog.

If not for the blog, i'd have never 

crossed paths with some of the most 

amazing people in my life right now.

and that, is a HUGE understatement.

(you know who you are; 

and i love you, 

every one of you)

for this, i'm thankful. and willing to surrender 

to the retrospection that the 100 brings.

The 100th entry, however, is not mine. 

Instead, these words belong 

to the one constant in my life

beyond everything else, 

my soul mate, 

my best friend, 

I'll take the liberty of calling her following poem  "Oasis"

She says:

"This is dedicated to those who have stood by me, 

all those times when the sun set 

and there was no hope. 

There is no strength bigger than love. 

If it offers none of that strength, 

then it is not love at all."

"Oasis"

Its past midnight
And I don’t want to wait for the sun tonight
I have lost many ‘todays’ for tomorrows
I don’t want to wait for the sun tonight

Yearning for voices from hope and love,
Dreaming of that precious hand,
I have lost many ‘todays’ for tomorrows
I don’t want to wait for the sun tonight.

While my tears drop in regret,
Of all that is lost and will never be me,
I have lost many ‘todays’ for tomorrows
I don’t want to wait for the sun tonight.

When the sun shines tomorrow,
And casts his warmth upon me,
I will be deep asleep and be glad
I didn’t wait for the sun tonight.

PS: the song she picked.