…… something from my favorite movie “Good Will Hunting”

Good Will Hunting

So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been l*** a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right: “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sittin’ up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause that only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.

– Good Will Hunting (1997)



stars - gaze

I gazed at the moonless night brightly lit by a thousand stars
Listening the silent hum of my heart worn out by inner wars

Lost in thousand thoughts spell was broken by a gust of air
Was surprised when realized my head bowed down in prayer

Thoughts were not accompanying my lips it all seemed a lie
Perplexed distraught opened my eyes to gaze back at the sky

I try God, I try taming my heart but doubt finds ways to creep
Telling it daily that He gives to His beloved even in their sleep 1

Following that path of righteousness when things go wrong
This world keeps mocking that for its tricks I am not strong

And then I saw a shooting star next moment it was no more
Realized strife’s are temporary our boats always get to shore

Remembering the times You got me out when things got rough
Forgive me God for my blessings I can never thank You enough



1. Psalm 127:2



His eyes were perfectly fine you see
The thing was that he watched the world in his own way
Though just five in his eyes the colors
Twilighted in an astounding manner
Azure, yellow, crimson, slate, everywhere, everything
Radiated with such bright magnificence that he wanted to
Go everywhere, touch everything
The brilliance of applegreens enthralled his senses
The splendor of amber made him sing
Turquoise created aura of deep serenity
Orange, lavender made bells ring
Scintillating his hopes alluring his world
Colors filled his days with an impeccable charm
But then as he grew older the colors started to fade
Until they were only a shade of two
All things seemed to appear in Black or White
And he was instructed to see everything in those two colors
Gray was an option if he couldn’t decide
His heart was perplexed his days were numb
And if he tried to fill them back with those
Those reminiscent of his early days
He was laughed and frowned upon
Deemed unable to match the ways of this world
And as he looked around he saw that he was not alone
Everyone around him was in this pursuit of the colors they lost
Like a long lost treasure their days started
With a hunger to fill them once again in their eyes
In wealth in fortune in lust in fame
In those things they searched them they played life’s game
So one day he closed his eyes and prayed
And felt a tear drop fall on his hand
Asked God to take back his sight
For he couldn’t stand the way of this land
He was told to look closely
To watch the goodness in everything on God’s green earth
Use the glasses of faith and the lenses of love
He was told to remember those colors never left his eyes
He just forgot how to see them in race for new skies



Slowly I opened my eyes

But the night has

Gone by

Seems like a vivid


Had everything so

Clear in it

The colors seemed

So bright

Engulfed by its

Clarity I flew

Flew like a free


Free with a glee in

My heart

But now…

My night is over

The colors are gone

I sit alone

Welcoming the light

Of the day

Which hurts my eyes

And breaks my


                                                               25 Feb, 2013, 3:29 am