Naming the Stars ....

Let me walk you to the stars

Let me take you to the moon

Let me cover you               

With the sheet of night

So you don’t feel cold

Let me blow away the clouds for you

Let me bring you that distant light

And brighten your path

Let me hold you

So you don’t fall

Let me hear all the unspoken words

Let me caress your heart with love

Let me mend it so it won’t hurt

Let me take you to the land of dreams

Where day never ends

Where night never falls

Where stars and moon

Sing along with the sun

Where rainbows live

Where roses bloom

I don’t promise

That sorrow won’t follow

But I won’t let the pain get to you

I don’t promise that tears won’t fall

But I will pick them all for you

I don’t promise

Those memories won’t haunt you

But I’ll make each one of them new

And I don’t promise

That hardship won’t find a way

But I will be there for you

And you will be there for me

Let me walk you to the stars

Let me take you to the moon

Library

I looked at my watch, it was loose, it was getting loose and the chain was in need of immediate changing, much like the rest of me.

It was 10: 36 in the morning …still…. I don’t get along with time really well. It’s either too fast or too slow. And some times, both at the same time. My eyes feel tired from holding up the eyelids. I can feel they are swollen, trying to shut, trying hard to shut …but am not sleepy. I don’t remember being sleepy …when was the last time that I was sleepy? Somehow thoughts aren’t shutting up neither are they getting organized or separated from each other so that I can sort them, and place them in my mind like books in the library and put them down in catalogues.

Waiting for War

 “WASHINGTON: The United States has offered to send a team to Pakistan to brief the military on the findings of its investigation into the NATO raid, the State Department said. “We accept responsibility for mistakes committed by the US side in the NATO air strike incident” that led to the death of 24 Pakistani soldiers, the department’s deputy spokesman Mark Toner told a briefing.”

I filed the News, just copied mailed to those concerned. Did I think about it, I don’t remember. Constant exposure to any feeling can make one emotionally numb.

I sit in the last corner of the hall the feeling is though different than being the last passenger on the bus. My workstation faces wall… It’s cruel interior designing. In front of me are rows and rows of files, wall to wall. Gladly I never have to open them, they are the closed cases. I have pinned some useless important looking papers on my desk too; they make me believe that I work. Though pretty much everyone knows that I don’t get work until there is some ‘untoward incident’. Somehow, I can now understand why soldiers are waiting for wars.