High Notes

You can always hit the high notes at all times. Sometimes you also need to find your lower range. Other wise you will sound like a shrieking banshee.

Highs and lows are part of life. They help realise that we are alive and kicking. Making every effort to survivors. Fighting to earn that what’s ours. Cause in life nothing comes easy. Life ain’t always sunshine and roses, you will bound to have dark clouds and rains at times.

You can’t always have sunshine, otherwise you will wither and dry. You need the rains to soothe the soul and help to grow. Even though we celebrate the highs of life, it’s in the lows where we learn and grow. Making them both integral part of life.

So bring on the low notes while we got those high ones, cause life is what happens in the highs and lows.

Words Unspoken

So many words go unsaid 

They go unspoken 

They go unheard

Words of longing

Words that bears hurt and pain

That remains internalised 

Deepening the hurt and pain

You want speak them out loud

You want to scream them 

But remain caught within you

Not wanting to be spoken out loud

But only releasing itself in tears of hurt 

Hoping someone can understand 

Hoping someone will pay heed

To these unspoken words

Cause you are struggling to say them

Waiting for the right opportunity 

That’s never to come out

You want to say what’s deep inside you

You want to express the pain

You want to express your struggle

Your anxiety, what ales you

Your doubts and fears

Your needs and your wants

Your longing and your desire

But the words remain within

Those words that left unspoken 

The words that go unsaid

A Desert Full of Fun

If Jesus could spend 40 days and night in the desert and survived on locus and honey (if I got that right), then spending few hours in the desert is no great feet.

You seen it on big screen, and small screen, for that matter on every screen. You’ve seen it in print ADs and pictures, but when you see it person it leaves you spellbound.

The endless sand dunes creating a mirage of shapes, the breeze creating a patterns in the sand, likes waves cascading down. The mixture of the  sun, sand and the sky creating a magnificent painting.

And then you have Dune Bashing. If you thought riding a shared ric from Vikrohli to Ghatkopar was exhilarating and often leaving you breathless (thanks to the drivers    being direct descendants of the Ferraris drivers, or at least that’s what they think of themselves as), add to that riding roller coaster, and you will have Dune Bashing. Your stomach does a flip flop as the vehicle swerves and turns, slides up and down, with your heart almost making it way to your mouth. Nothing can really prepare you for what you experience but experience it you must. It combines the thrills of riding a roller coaster and off-road riding.

Stepping out, on reaching your destination, your legs feel like jelly, but you still run up the dunes to catch a glimpse of the setting sun. Running up dunes meant 10 times the effort than what you put running up Kanheri. And though you would prefer running up Kanheri any day, the adrenaline carries you on.

And once you are done with staring at the setting sun you click pictures with the majestic falcon. Ok not majestic but quite a beauty in its own right. 

Finally you sit back and you enjoy the show which includes captivating belly dancing and performance with fire, not to forget some sumptuous food. All in all a enjoyable Desert Safari.

Dancer in the Sand

She had the audience enthralled with her every move. She caught every beat with her hood and her ample bosom.

Every part of her moved to a rhythm, right from her to her toe. Her hair smooth as silk, seemed to flow as if it liquid gold.

She moved effortlessly, if the way she moved is what you called movement. She seemed to float across the floor, moving her hair in way which made you fear that hear may just pop off, giving you a pain in the neck, even though you weren’t with her. 

She had her way of drawing you in, egging her captivated audience to clap on as she twirled and swirled across the stage.

As you stood there totally captivated by her performance, you wanted to join her on the floor even though you didn’t know to do what she was doing.

And when she ended her you couldn’t help but greet her a rapturous applause as she struck one commanding pose.

A Christmas Morning Run

He woke up before everyone else, at the crack of dawn, or at least when his alarm went off. It wasn’t like he wanted to be the first to open presents, as if there were any to be opened. He wanted to get in a Christmas morning run.

The Eve didn’t go as planned, leaving feeling a bit hurt, and low, and pained. He always felt like an outsider, an oddity. All this left him a bitter feeling that he so desperately needed to shake off, and running was his therapy, just what he needed.

The air outside had a slight chill as he passed by people getting on with their morning chores, heading to their jobs. The flags, gently waving against the blue skies, reminding him that he was not in Kansas anymore, so there were rules to be followed. The sun lit up the skyline, giving the sky an orangish tinge, as buildings raced each other to touch the sky.

He continued to run, knowing that he had to put last night behind, and today was a brand new day, and this morning scenes reminded just that.

When he finally reached the beach, he caught sight of few runners getting in their morning run, so he didn’t feel like an oddity. Morning seemed like the perfect time to be here, not too much sun, not too cold, just right. But most importantly there weren’t many, any, people so that allowed him to run freely. It allowed him to be a running tourist, clicking himself and the numerous graffitis and cafe.

And though he wanted to do a good steady run, he couldn’t himself to stop and click, to be a tourist, be a bit narcissistic and click numerous pics of yourself.

And while you indulge yourself in a bit of photography, a bit or running therapy, you put the worries of the previous night behind you, ready to face another day, happy for the Christmas Morning Run.

A Bird’s Eye View and an Evening Walk

The best way to se the city is to either have a bird’s eye view, or on foot. Or when you are me, you do bot.

The Ain Dubai gives you a bird’s eye view of JBL or Jumeirah Beach and the Palm. 

Everything in Dubai is large and big, and so is the Ain Dubai, as we learned that it is even bigger than the London Eye. 

So as you ride the capsule, you run from one part of the capsule to another taking in the endless blue sea, the palm, the blue skies, the yachts in the bay. 

You try not let what anyone say spoil your excitement and enthusiasm, trying to wipe off the memories of the last visit. But somehow you can’t let some words affect you.

But you try hard and not show it, not throw a damp blanket on your vacation. So you click pics of family and all that round. And trust me it’s a gorgeous site that takes you breath away. So you just enjoy being a tourist and much needed vacation time and time with family.

Now when you have an iWatch you always look at closing all your rings. So you decide to go out for a walk. 

After checking with your sis you set out for a walk down Sheikh Zayed road. You pass cafés and  shops that are all decked up for the season, patrons enjoying a meal or a snack or two. 

The air has a coolness about It, the cityscape is all lit up, and although you all caught up in your thoughts, you can’t help be all cheery and happy, a far cry from the low and lost that you felt last time you were here. You are ready for a run the next day.

So, so far it’s all good, your vacation is off to a promising start.

Oh the Adventures We Shall Have

Oh the adventures we shall have

Down the the unbeaten path 

And into the unknown

On a road not knowing where it will go

Or what lies around the bend

But down that road we shall go 

Oh the adventures we shall have

To experience life like never before

A little daunting but a whole lot exciting

A little scary of not knowing

What’s in store

But taking life one day at a time 

Breathing in air and breathing out life

Oh the adventures we shall have 

Oh the people we shall meet

While on the road we go

Not all so nice and sweet

But each teaching us a thing or two

Helping us figure out what to do

Leaving an impression in our minds

Long after they have gone by

Oh the adventures we shall have

Experiencing life the way it should

Not always rosy and nice

But always teaching us a lesson or two

Telling us and encouraging us

To be who we are 

Let others be who they were meant to be

Cause the best way to experience life

Is when everyone is what they truly are

Oh the adventures we shall have

While riding the rollercoaster of life

Through the ups and downs

Through all the joys and sorrows

Triumphs,,setbacks, joy and despair 

We shall survive

So take a deep breath 

And be grateful that we are alive

Knowing that we can make it through

When we give it our all

And take it one day a time

Oh the adventures we shall have

Oh the JOY it is to Run

Oh the joy, the joy

It is to run

With a smile on my face

And a spring in my step

To run without a care

Or just put behind you 

All your worries and cares

To never ever bother about your pace

Ok ok, to be little bothered 

About your pace 

And just enjoy the cool breeze 

On my face

Lest I trip and fall

On an untied lace

To take it all in

The fresh air

The cool breeze

The ingredient for a perfect morning

To be aware and alive

Lest I be mauled and eaten

For then I would be not alive

Oh the joy, the joy

It is to run just like a child would

No worries if form

Or even footstrike

Just pure unadulterated joy

Just the way Phoebe does

The one you feel deep within

To realise why you began to run 

In the very first place

To have some moments of fun

And yes, to stay fit and healthy too

Oh the joy, the sweet joy 

It is to run

To talk endlessly with you pals

Like gossipy old gals

Not caring of all those who stared

And then find a spot to pose 

That will go up with our social media post

Oh the joy, the joy

It is to run 

On a cold December morning in the park

Sundays in the Park

I am running in the park on a Sunday morning  

Before the break of dawn in the morning

When all around it’s dark

And the only light is that of the moon

But soon the sun will rise

And then it will be goodbye

To the moon

I am running in the park on a cold winters’ morning 

Where the air is fresh and cool

And though it maybe cold

I love to run here

No matter what the weather 

But I like it when it’s cool

I start my long run on a Sunday 

I run by runners warming  and stretching

before they start their run too

Some casually walking by

Waiting for their running buddies to come

I continue to run on a Sunday morning

I pass runners running with their head lamps switched on

And some by the light of their phones 

AndI try to run with them 

Cause their light helps me to see the road

And most likely keep

What’s lurking in the dark away

I am running in the park on a Sunday

Passing a herd of deer

Who have come out to graze

And now they stare

At this running fool 

And I am fascinated too

As I stop to admire 

And take a picture of them 

Grazing and staring 

Wondering what this fool will do

As I keep going on a Sunday morning

On a path that’s lined with tree and grass

Which was once green

But now is brown and gold

Sewing in the breeze

A change colour with the change in weather

But still a sight to behold

As I run in the park on a Sunday 

Pass people mediating and doing yoga

Some talking loudly to each other

And greeting everyone who passes by

Whether known or unknown

And they greet me too

And all I can do is smile 

And acknowledge as I run on by

I am running in the park on a Sunday morning

A cross a dry river bed 

Which was once a raging river 

With fools sitting in the water

But now a trickling stream

But the fools are still there too

As continue my run in the park on a Sunday

I pass runners who inspire

Runners who leave me in awe

People who leave me annoyed

With their loud chatter and blocking the road

But i will continue on my run

Motivating and inspiring, as well as

Motivated and inspired

Cheering as I go

Stopping only for Nimbu pani 

When I am done with my run on a Sunday

I know I will cool down ans s so my stretches

In a little garden

And then I will click that perfect post run pic

If I haven’t already done it

With crazy running buddies

I taken in these sites and sounds 

As I run in the park

And let the cool breeze calm 

And the sound of the trees 

As they rustle in the breezes

Along with the sounds  of birds and crickets

I let it soothe me

And I know this I where I am meant to be

Running, running in the park on a Sunday morning