http://www.gurdit.com/blog2 Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:25:13 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I spent hours in the rain, feeling the water slide off my skin, like the thoughts of you that I wished would  do the same. Memories of you cling to me like the sweat on my summer skin. So I stood in the rain, eyes  closed, face turned up to ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/07/23/standing-in-the-rain/ This post is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/07/21/terrorized-by-the-imperfections/ I've been 21 for a little over an hour now. The twentieth day of May lies generally in the heart of Indian Summer, the kind of summer that is capable of taking life away. I've been writing for years now, and I've had many sources of inspiration. My misfortune has been ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/05/20/21/ Don't close your eyes! Look up at the moon, the stars, the night sky, the auroras blushing - shy. Open your eyes, or miss the night sigh, the sound of sleep, of satisfaction deep. Now close your eyes, Come aboard the night train, Hold me by your side, Take me beyond time and ride, Watch colours come to life by the magic of ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/02/08/the-night-train/ So glad now of being alone, befriending my mind. I thrive here in my solitude, watching music dance. A troupe of tail-lights outside my window Dances To the music in my ears, to the rhythm in my soul, and the spring in my step. I was one when I arrived, searching for love. I wonder if I'll ever find it, yet know, When ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/01/13/one/ The sky can't seem to decide whether it's night or day. It lingers in a blue-grey haze, being neither azure day, nor inky night... and yet, a bit of both. The tip of my pen dances joyously over the page, words springing forth mirthfully. My thoughts condense calmly, crystal clear ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/01/12/dusk-3/ The sun has almost set. The day is done, physically and mentally. So glad now to be secluded from the outside world, my earphones being my accomplices, a Wishlist in my ears. It's becoming almost too dark to see what I'm writing. We pass cars and motorcycles, all insignificant. My ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/01/12/dusk-2/ Once upon a time, way back in high school, her smile was the brightest smile I knew. To me, she was the colour white personified. She was evrything pure - the horn of a unicorn, the bugle of truth, the cape of decency... I always counted her among my closest ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2008/01/08/white/ Silence is common to us all, We speak from the shadows, With words polite, movements proper, Yet no one hears intention... We reach out and touch each other, Who do we truly feel? We speak of breaking down walls, Only to fortify ourselves further Afraid of being in the light, We stand in the darkness, naked, Flawed, we attempt to ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2007/12/27/shadows/ My screams echo off the silent walls, yet all I hear are whispers, sobs and sniffles. Agony takes a seat in the second row, compassion occupies the front row. Ecstacy, now stained, takes a piteous seat at the back.. Pain, no stranger, smiles as he takes my hand. Welcome, all, ... http://www.gurdit.com/blog2/2007/12/21/the-show/