The Wanderer..

It takes time to walk them steps again. It takes time to get back to writing, when you don't remember how to hold a pen. It takes time to think when your mind is everywhere and yet nowhere. It takes time. And effort. A conscious, time consuming effort. But it feels nice to be back. Even when you long to have him run his silken fingers on your soul..

Music is how you interpret life. Your music is personal. Just like your words. Just like your thoughts. Music is what saved me from drifting onto unknown one-way shores. Mind you, I have been only many unknown shores. But I have managed to come back from them. Sometimes, I am thankful that our tastes in music don't match. It let me listen to all my music in peace. It didn't bring back any distracting memory. Which in this case, is a good thing. It would have taken away my credence in music.

For now, bigger ambitions and bigger dreams seem to be awaiting at the end of the tunnel. The words may still be raw. The flair will definitely come back. It just needs a while.

Listening to - The first and second episode of The Dewarists.

Flip. Change. Faith.

Take me back a hundred steps.

Let me re-think each step before I move back.

Let me change the colours.

The blacks become red

The blues shine coppery yellow gold

The orange hues into deep crimsons

The yellows turn lime

The slivers of pink turn grey..

Let me change my outlook, one step each time

Let me take hate and turn it into fate

Let me change violence to joy

Let me colour the pain to hues of sparkling smiles

Let me brighten the haze to definitive laughter

Let me touch your life,

Let me change your soul

Let me bring colour to your shades of grey.

Let me bring love.

Heart beats

Dark inky blue
The heart went beat beat beat
Dripping sweat drops
The heart went beat beat beat

Each stroke demanding
The heart went beat beat beat
Each stroke a blur
The heart went beat beat beat

The heady feeling
The heart went beat beat beat
The swooning rush
The heart went beat beat beat

The fiery blur of strokes
The heady colours
Painting...
The heart goes beat beat beat...

Reminiscing with Lists

It has been a while since I last wrote. Not the intermittent poems. Or the couple of liners. Like really wrote. I lost my fans, my readers and my link to blogosphere!

Yeah, the corporate world took over. Ah! It is an easy excuse as well. I took a hiatus, a sabbatical and I spent a lot of time understanding so many things. A couple of them listed below - (in no specific order, mind you)

Ex's push you off your special tangent. Off your own radar. And sonar. Doesn't matter. It takes just time though to come back on your special tangent. And strength.

Self respect and faith should never waver. Be rock steady for yourself.

The most memorable conversations happen with your mother. At 6 am. When she has had a night of broken sleep. And you have watched all possible teen flicks and tv shows. And she makes you the warm cuppa of tea. Jasmine, mind you.

A pair of heels (2 inches suffice, you don't need them stilts or worse, a broken ankle) skyrockets your confidence! Trust me, I am tall and I definitely don't need them! ;)

Studying and remembering old concepts give you a new high.

For bloggers and general 'English Geeks' learning a new word, or coming across a term for something you have always known, is a mega high. Watch us strut our stuff! Griffonage anyone?

Friends comes in different faces and in unusual places. Don't judge people before you know them!

Don't smoke. Nope, the stress just doesn't go away. But your girl might! :D

Alcohol is good. Cracking your test, even better. ;) (Trust me, I know!)

Reading a good book, will always make you smile.

The average sleep required by a person, is ALWAYS five minutes more.

:D :P ;)

It is time to catch on the Zzzzzzzz's now! Later folks.

The silver lining...

White clouds strewn against an azure blue sky.. The wind sweeping through the hair.. The sun beating down on the hammock as you gently sway with the breeze.. You reach squares, and then some.. But you take it in your stride.. And let the sunset talk to you as the waves crash gently at your feet..

Kashid Beach

Have you ever wanted to sit on a hammock and keep sipping on the coconut water while your toes dug into warm white sands? Ever wanted to hear the sea crashing and foaming at your toes, while the sea gulls sang songs of their joyous past? Ever wanted to sit and have the spray of the sea beckon and invite you to join the sea in its glorious dance?

I did. I always do. I always will.

Being the beach bum that I am, the sea will always hold a special place in my life. I dream of beautiful stretches of endless white beach and the never ending spray of the relentless crashing waves. A couple of days back, me and a couple of friends went off on a short escapade. Our itinerary involved beaches. Lots of beaches. In fact our only thought was beaches. We covered the following beaches in our expedition - Kihim Beach, Alibaug, Akshi Beach, Kashid Beach, Murud, Janjira and Rajbaug.

The beaches at Kihim and Alibaug were nice. The spray made me feel at home. The closeness to a beach made me feel at unison with the wind. But there was something that wasn’t quite right. Something just didn’t click. We didn’t really stick around for too long. We all longed for that one beach, that one magical and beautiful beach that would make us feel like we were at home.

The drive from Alibaug to Kashid was beautiful. The roads ran parallel to the coast. Every little turn and every curve gave us majestic views of the sea. The sun glinted off the water blinding us temporarily. The air was as pure as any I have breathed. We had myriad views of islands dotting the coast. Just before we caught sight of Kashid beach, beautiful zig zag lanes dotted with coconut trees with snatches of the sea and the sound of crashing waves greeted us. And then I saw heaven with my own eyes.
K-A-S-H-I-D. Kashid Beach actually!

What I saw was an unspoilt expand of white sand stretching on and on for the longest time ever. It seemed to fade into the sky. Oh! And the spray! The glorious spay in this beach in Kashid! The wind was fierce but calming at the same time. The warm sand tickled my toes. And there were hammocks tied up to the trees in numbers. And I don’t mean countable numbers. A whole kilometre of hammocks. Armed with my own coconut water, I chose a shaded hammock while my friends decided to go and pay their respects to one of the best beaches that we have ever come across.

The waves left me blissfully blank. I stayed on my hammock, watching the sea. Feeling the sea. I don’t know how long I was there on the hammock, enthralled by the beauty of Kashid beach and the sea. I saw the sky change colours. The sky went from an azure blue to a glorious riot of orange, pink and grey. The wind changed directions. The warm sun bid a tearful farewell, opening up the heavens to a mild drizzle. The last ray of warmth disappeared in the distant horizon. I got up and paid my last respect to the beach and the sea. With one last glance at one of the most magical beaches in Kashid, I bid adieu and was homeward bound.

..Allure..

Clandestine and warm..
His seductive gaze burnt her..
The glazed eyes and the speckled hair
His seductive gaze called her..

The random path of sweat..
His alluring scent burnt her..
The smell of honey and musk..
His alluring scent called her..

..Silence..

The sun drowned itself under an azure sky,
The warm sands were mottled under the setting sun...
She walked, her feet barely grazing the ground..
A tear fell on the sand, unholy and still warm..

She thought a million thoughts..
She whispered silent prayers into the night
She shivered as the wind caressed her face
The broken shards of her soul, scars from a bitter fight..

The ghastly silence beckoned to her
It calmed her agitated soul
The unbroken night reached out to her
The darkness stilled her, and made her whole...

The stillness of the waves called to her
The beach extended its rein..
She stood up quietly, and walked towards the sea
She would never come back again....