Autumn

The change. Windy, and sometimes unpredictable. Capricious. Silent at times but always beautiful.

Change. The eternal constant in life. Vivid colours. Colors of joy but also sadness. Colours indicating the hardship that is yet to come. The testing times. The coldness. Winter is coming. Autumn.

Vivacious and yet, morose. Twinkling yet calm.

Autumn.

She stood at the window, looking at the world, with all her charm. 

You and I.

Every & each time I breathe,
And each sound you make,
We'll work through these promises,
And we'll work hard to keep them safe..

Each twirling around of her hair,
Each ragged step on the stair,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Each day a fighting means,
To stay alive and to be seen,
Each day a circumstance
To wash away those sins..

For each heart wrenching scream,
And all those nightmarish dreams,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Waking up to reality
And understanding life as a means
Accepting that maybe today, the
Haze can't take the pain away

Channeling all the anguish in,
And imploding on the scene,
Fighting those demons and,
Hoping that is what life is..

Fork in the road.

He moved with her flow
And swayed to her tunes
Each in their own trance
Lost to the moon

She was his pied piper
He was her beast
They commanded each other
Yet, independent each seemed

He was haunted by her sway
Her moves, her ways
She was captive in his gaze
His beauty, his craze

He wanted her all for him
She wanted the same
The Gods planned otherwise
They didn't share a name

They took different forks
On a two forked way
Each saying a silent goodbye
They left in haste

A year later their roads crossed
Her smile and his grin
Though both were happy
T'was something that each lacked

Both of them missed each other
Both of them incomplete
They were destined to be together
The Gods also agreed

They walked the next fork together
Walking hand in hand
Their faces alight with happiness
Whilst leaving footprints in the sand.

Twist

Maybe that is what it meant to you
A small time love affair
An easy way to forget the past..
By loving a girl with flowers in her hair...

My Boy

Hope twisted it's calming spirals of smoke
And curiosity got the better of me
I lived my bad boy dreams
And somewhere, the future I could see

I know I want to wake up to your face every day
And make you 2 am sandwiches
Be your support, your rock and your dream
And keep living in the warmth of your glow..

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...