Friday, January 29, 2010. Here are two songs from one of my favourite western singers - Jim Reeves.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Welcome to the Chamber of Stories, the nook for the brave minority of our population, which still tries to find the real beauty and the truth in the world which sometimes seems to lack it. Some are more, some are less serious, all for your enjoyment.

To me, Twitter seems to be the most difficult for me to integrate. I use it to follow politicians, the occasional sports figure, and many of my favorite soap opera stars.

Thanks for this award! For the next poet rally, I nominate Rashmi. Glancing into the pondwater,. I see not the water beneath. Bursting with slippery life;. Nor the dark grey rocks. Looking coyly out from its watery throne,. Deep brown curls roll splendidly. Past two perfectly pink cheeks. Crown a smooth chin, shaped.

The sometimes poetic ramblings of a berry in the wild. Words are shining, shimmering, skating by. Jumping between cars and dancing in side views. As i follow the bridge across my river. The sun streams across my shoulder,. Threatening to burn with her passion. As i chase and grab and cup,. Catching my thoughts like fireflies. I am barefoot on an august night,. Soft grass beneath emerging stars. Nothing makes sense as written,.