writer's block

If the fact that one's last post reads Friday, May 13, 2005- a good twelve days ago and that too in a month when one gets time to get "superbusy with nothing"-as my friend loves to call it( read one's last official month long vacation of life) is not enough an afflatus to push one to write a new one ..then all one needs to do is to take a tour of fellow bloggers' blogs. This espial should do one good to get one outta one's taedium vitae or writer's block or plain lethargy and save one from undergoing further calvary of doodling (read letting the green eyed devil take over) by finally making one put pen to paper (ouch.. fingers to the keyboard)...
Now if u still have the guts to read further nonsense then welcometo the party!

Not that i m really putting an effort to dig out the eschar of dead thoughts or even attempting to give my grey matter a lil excrecise to prevent any further atrophy.. i will try anyways to come up with something!

Well.. nothing captures my imagination more than the
1) DREAMS(vision, passions, ambitions, hope and desires for i believe these are the food for life and the "real josh machines")
and
2) my favourite brand -GOD...(now in case u ve already made the blasphemy of reading this post then u might as well love to take a look at the previous post"(is) someone up there" for any further reference...and if u r already cursing ur gods for the extravagant use of alphabets then wait till u finish this n u would understand the meaning of "verbiage" that ur dictionary/english teacher failed to make u understand!)
Right...so now the latter of my interests needs some sedulous thinking that i m in no mood to induge in, so i'd rather go for the earlier one..
Hence "today thou shalt peruse an ode to the title of my blog"


The colours of my dreams

From the soil of dreams sprouts forth a thought..
it talks of silent desires,
vacillations of beliefs and battles of emotions fought.
it soothes aching ambitions,
it portrays a few intricate scenes,
and spills on the canvass of my conscience,
the colours of my dreams.

Amalgam of hope and despair flows,
through the vessels of mind and heart
and a sinking stupor grows,
as the world inside begins to part.
Toil and turmoil and feelings benign
on the waters of reality beams,
light of emotions through the benighted world of mine
alongwith the shining proclivity of my dreams.

The hues of future and visions of the past,
the clay of memories in time set in the cast.
fastidious moments from infinity arise,
to be shelved in the closed eyes,
when time sits still on the lap of my drems,
when the night paints the colours of my dreams.