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..