Tring a ling a ling
Today I feel I can sing
Happy and excited as a bee
On a hoppity hop holiday spree..
Refreshing my screen time and again
Till 6 pm I need to act sane
And then it's the friday flavour
And the talks and friends I can savour..
Soon it will be the next week
And then the next, and finally the one I seek
Grinning from ear to ear, aloud
Quiet, but inside I scream and shout..
Flying high or flying low
I'm sure where I wanna go
Across the waters, soaring fast
I'll see my darlings, at last..
Re-live the old days
In whacky, crazy and lovely ways
Beware, I will be talking soon
From the night before, till noon..
Chitter chatter like the rain
Forget work, any dreadful pain
Even with grey clouds it'll be sunny
Till I finally run out of money..
Return refreshed, hopefully smile
Tick tock,tick tock, it'll only be a while
When oh when will the time come
Waiting is making me numb..
Happy, excited, like a diamond bright
One of those days when things go right
Tring a ling a ling
Today I know I can sing..
=)! shine on peeps..its the weekend!!...
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
"To possibilities and beyond"
I run..
Taking careful aim, a calculated distance
A chase begins,
To the far away destination I run
Into the radiant darkness I run
Passing familiar ground
And places I grew up in
A face lights up at me
I carry on, I must win..
Breathing hard, breathing loud I run
Pacing my time, I run
The neighbourhood school
With cattle, and tinkle of bells grand
I see my innocence, my friend
Perspiring, at the crossroad I land..
Four directions, four lives, I run
Without turning back, I run
Whatever I had taught the past
Is all for keeps
It can't catch up with me
I move in leaps..
The old times stop me, I run
Into the future so hollow, I run
I see a point in the sky following me
I will not return to see it again
I start to look for my shadow
But it disappears into a lane..
Into the evening sun, I run
Talking to my strength, I run
A fresh drink of water
And a quick look around
The search has come alive
In a world, concrete bound..
Amidst the commotion, I run
Towards the reflections, I run
In a building of glass I glare
My image stands tall, in-charge
Suddenly the purpose is lost
I ran into my illusion, a mirage..
I stop, I think, it's no longer fun
I have run out of the will to run
This is what I have moved on to
The past collects dust on the shelf
I feel tired, drained,
Yet, to fulfill the promise to self..
I run..
Taking careful aim, a calculated distance
A chase begins,
To the far away destination I run
Into the radiant darkness I run
Passing familiar ground
And places I grew up in
A face lights up at me
I carry on, I must win..
Breathing hard, breathing loud I run
Pacing my time, I run
The neighbourhood school
With cattle, and tinkle of bells grand
I see my innocence, my friend
Perspiring, at the crossroad I land..
Four directions, four lives, I run
Without turning back, I run
Whatever I had taught the past
Is all for keeps
It can't catch up with me
I move in leaps..
The old times stop me, I run
Into the future so hollow, I run
I see a point in the sky following me
I will not return to see it again
I start to look for my shadow
But it disappears into a lane..
Into the evening sun, I run
Talking to my strength, I run
A fresh drink of water
And a quick look around
The search has come alive
In a world, concrete bound..
Amidst the commotion, I run
Towards the reflections, I run
In a building of glass I glare
My image stands tall, in-charge
Suddenly the purpose is lost
I ran into my illusion, a mirage..
I stop, I think, it's no longer fun
I have run out of the will to run
This is what I have moved on to
The past collects dust on the shelf
I feel tired, drained,
Yet, to fulfill the promise to self..
I run..
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
...Nibbles...
All holiday trips make me ponder..wide eyed and with a look airy and lost..
This one not only made me think..it got me amused...at the possibilties and extent to which I could think!
Have you ever felt saturated of meeting new people?
I did..
This one not only made me think..it got me amused...at the possibilties and extent to which I could think!
Have you ever felt saturated of meeting new people?
I did..
I know so many people from different walks of life..school,college,activities,work,blogging,online,friends' friend, friends' friends' friend, casual aquaintances, salsa buddies etc etc..and I realised I couldn't fit anymore in..I hardly do justice to all of them leave alone make new ones...I don't appreciate a 'meet,eat and leave' routine. Don't get me wrong, I am not adverse to the idea of making friends, of course that is fun and always welcome, the cliche lies somewhere else...
..It's what they bring with them. Each new buddy tells you something new about yourself, something you crave to have or be, something you should want, something you must realise is important, something you must change, something you could try, something you need...
..but sadly it doesn't boost the ego everytime. It's hard enough making decisions , and then someone comes along and tosses down the firm pile with just a whiff of a suggestion. The thoughts come crashing to a realisation which is hard to digest at times...there are people who impress you, who scare you, who comfort you, who need you, who would listen, who would appreciate, who can critisize, who will lie, who tell a truth that pricks, who see through you, who talk to you and you never want to stop talking, who instigate you, who set up a challenge worth risking, who warn you, who play around, who you idolise, and those who become friends....and you start to think like someone you don't want to be..never occured to you that you wanted to be..but now are..
Maybe I'm fickle minded..(ah who am I kidding..I am fickle minded...), maybe i'm easily impressed, maybe i'm naive to the extent of stupidity, maybe the grass is greener on the other side..and the only way to cross over is decide which route to take..maybe I hate making up my mind so much that when someone tries to make me re-think my decisions..I feel intimidated..maybe I find it hard to accept that I should try harder..and I can do better, maybe..just maybe I already know what all these tells me or hints at..but I've always managed to ignore it..and now it stares at me right in the face...whatever it is..all I know is every meeting makes me trash my perceptions and I tear a fresh blank sheet of paper all over again..
..It's what they bring with them. Each new buddy tells you something new about yourself, something you crave to have or be, something you should want, something you must realise is important, something you must change, something you could try, something you need...
..but sadly it doesn't boost the ego everytime. It's hard enough making decisions , and then someone comes along and tosses down the firm pile with just a whiff of a suggestion. The thoughts come crashing to a realisation which is hard to digest at times...there are people who impress you, who scare you, who comfort you, who need you, who would listen, who would appreciate, who can critisize, who will lie, who tell a truth that pricks, who see through you, who talk to you and you never want to stop talking, who instigate you, who set up a challenge worth risking, who warn you, who play around, who you idolise, and those who become friends....and you start to think like someone you don't want to be..never occured to you that you wanted to be..but now are..
Maybe I'm fickle minded..(ah who am I kidding..I am fickle minded...), maybe i'm easily impressed, maybe i'm naive to the extent of stupidity, maybe the grass is greener on the other side..and the only way to cross over is decide which route to take..maybe I hate making up my mind so much that when someone tries to make me re-think my decisions..I feel intimidated..maybe I find it hard to accept that I should try harder..and I can do better, maybe..just maybe I already know what all these tells me or hints at..but I've always managed to ignore it..and now it stares at me right in the face...whatever it is..all I know is every meeting makes me trash my perceptions and I tear a fresh blank sheet of paper all over again..
To cut the long story short(yeah after I've already written so much! lol) every new person means a new story..which brings in new perpectives and errr..new decisions..
The Coulds, Woulds, Buts, Shoulds, Ifs perform a traumatising dance around me..whilst, armed with an invisible pen, I stare at the bin, the bin which is full now..and the next crumpled paper in will make it overflow..
..I am rambling now...I shall stop..I am so confused I feel jetlagged...
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
"Planned Accidents"
A few calls, and many messages frantic
An attempt to improve my mundane view,
Finally the phone rings, a reply, and answer much awaited
And I collide with something new...
A reserved meeting breaks lose
On the highest peak, a point above me,
A sudden attraction, a thought irrational
And I collide with something I want to be...
The scene changes, the room gets dimmer
Voices and laughter, the silence by which many live
The drinks slide down the throat, a trance
And I collide with something impressive...
My head starts churning ideas
Thoughts flow as people, in and out, words stream,
Music blocks my vision, only one in focus
And I collide with something of a dream...
Sanity leaves me, innocence now felt stupid
The realization of an amateur, a passive child,
Even the best fall down sometimes, I fall hard,
And I collide with something wild...
As the hands turn swiftly, time passes by
The ride continues, full control of the wheel,
Signs, glares, conversations everywhere, I just listen,
And I collide with something I can't feel...
The unwelcome Honesty shows it's bragging face
But with each wave of a gesture, aspirations rise, a smile,
The mood becomes comfortable, rhythms echo
And I collide into something worthwhile...
No promises faithful, not even an attempt to please
No scope for partiality, a genuinely truthful liar,
A reluctant goodbye breaks the dawn, abrupt, but fresh
And I collide with something which lights a new fire..
An attempt to improve my mundane view,
Finally the phone rings, a reply, and answer much awaited
And I collide with something new...
A reserved meeting breaks lose
On the highest peak, a point above me,
A sudden attraction, a thought irrational
And I collide with something I want to be...
The scene changes, the room gets dimmer
Voices and laughter, the silence by which many live
The drinks slide down the throat, a trance
And I collide with something impressive...
My head starts churning ideas
Thoughts flow as people, in and out, words stream,
Music blocks my vision, only one in focus
And I collide with something of a dream...
Sanity leaves me, innocence now felt stupid
The realization of an amateur, a passive child,
Even the best fall down sometimes, I fall hard,
And I collide with something wild...
As the hands turn swiftly, time passes by
The ride continues, full control of the wheel,
Signs, glares, conversations everywhere, I just listen,
And I collide with something I can't feel...
The unwelcome Honesty shows it's bragging face
But with each wave of a gesture, aspirations rise, a smile,
The mood becomes comfortable, rhythms echo
And I collide into something worthwhile...
No promises faithful, not even an attempt to please
No scope for partiality, a genuinely truthful liar,
A reluctant goodbye breaks the dawn, abrupt, but fresh
And I collide with something which lights a new fire..
HongKong trip
Im back!!...2 days in HongKong...returned in one piece...definitely re-charged, if not refreshed!
I was going to blog my trip...but I think it would be boring considering how many of you would actually want to read which shops I visited and what I ate for lunch and how many kms I walked...so well here is a run through of my trip..and the snaps will follow later...
The trip: Flight to Macau..the most unexpected airport ever, a runway surrounded by the sea on either side...gorgeous!Ferry to HK...no sea sickness thank god..! Glad the ferry happened...the view of HK was brilliant...
HK: It's a lego city really...blocks and blocks and blocks..stuffed into any and every space they can find..an impressive and not so impressive architecture...a big british influence is very evident! Lots of old buildings...twisted subways...big showrooms...little shops...dirty streets...touristy shows..leaky air con's [hell yeah...it almost felt it was raining everywhere]..amusing hawkers and a definite love for mangoes! Hilly to a certain extent..the best part...the skyline! Absolutely breath-taking...brownie points and a basket of fresh red succulent strawberries to that!
Our hotel.. Ugly but reasonable, the owner talked too much[yes even I'm complaining!!], wifi which didn't work, lifts with staring people..
Upside was, it was clean, safe, and I was never there...period.
In a nutshell, we walked and walked and walked and walked...saw the touristy stuff, did the touristy talks, looked like clubbing tourists[maps and backpacks were difficult to conceal], shopped a little, spoke loudly and exclaimed at everything like tourists, went up the peak, had a tourist snap and dinner, came down the peak and walked around like tourists, saw the longest escalator [think in the world? errm duh] and commented on the lifestyle like tourists, not to forget got lost, asked for directions and ended up in a cab[like tourists], roped in a friend to show us around and embarrased the daylights out of him with ridiculous tourity questions...!
Next day, a ferry back to Macau and then the flight to Singapore..2 days with an average of 3 hours of sleep and a considerable amount of alcohol..needless to say we were snoring all the way back , zombies without a care in the world[apart from getting to our various modes of transports]..and thanks to a kicking noisy kid, with a big head and no manners, sitting behind us in the plane, the sleep was rather animated and unsatisfacory..yawwnn
Well...whatever said and done..it was fun...I can proudly say I'm more tired than I generally am on regular weekends..but it was worth every drop!
Gained: Leg ache, insomniatic head swirls, an empty bank account, another tick on my 'country's to be visited list', lots and lots and lots of random thoughts[ which i'll blog soon] and the taste of the best margarita's ever...the stylish glasses included...now smiling proudly in my kitchen cabinet:)
I was going to blog my trip...but I think it would be boring considering how many of you would actually want to read which shops I visited and what I ate for lunch and how many kms I walked...so well here is a run through of my trip..and the snaps will follow later...
The trip: Flight to Macau..the most unexpected airport ever, a runway surrounded by the sea on either side...gorgeous!Ferry to HK...no sea sickness thank god..! Glad the ferry happened...the view of HK was brilliant...
HK: It's a lego city really...blocks and blocks and blocks..stuffed into any and every space they can find..an impressive and not so impressive architecture...a big british influence is very evident! Lots of old buildings...twisted subways...big showrooms...little shops...dirty streets...touristy shows..leaky air con's [hell yeah...it almost felt it was raining everywhere]..amusing hawkers and a definite love for mangoes! Hilly to a certain extent..the best part...the skyline! Absolutely breath-taking...brownie points and a basket of fresh red succulent strawberries to that!
Our hotel.. Ugly but reasonable, the owner talked too much[yes even I'm complaining!!], wifi which didn't work, lifts with staring people..
Upside was, it was clean, safe, and I was never there...period.
In a nutshell, we walked and walked and walked and walked...saw the touristy stuff, did the touristy talks, looked like clubbing tourists[maps and backpacks were difficult to conceal], shopped a little, spoke loudly and exclaimed at everything like tourists, went up the peak, had a tourist snap and dinner, came down the peak and walked around like tourists, saw the longest escalator [think in the world? errm duh] and commented on the lifestyle like tourists, not to forget got lost, asked for directions and ended up in a cab[like tourists], roped in a friend to show us around and embarrased the daylights out of him with ridiculous tourity questions...!
Next day, a ferry back to Macau and then the flight to Singapore..2 days with an average of 3 hours of sleep and a considerable amount of alcohol..needless to say we were snoring all the way back , zombies without a care in the world[apart from getting to our various modes of transports]..and thanks to a kicking noisy kid, with a big head and no manners, sitting behind us in the plane, the sleep was rather animated and unsatisfacory..yawwnn
Well...whatever said and done..it was fun...I can proudly say I'm more tired than I generally am on regular weekends..but it was worth every drop!
Gained: Leg ache, insomniatic head swirls, an empty bank account, another tick on my 'country's to be visited list', lots and lots and lots of random thoughts[ which i'll blog soon] and the taste of the best margarita's ever...the stylish glasses included...now smiling proudly in my kitchen cabinet:)
Friday, May 20, 2005
The mercy pills
This is not going to be a medical thesis about a pill you should or should not pop in everytime you feel under the weather or to avoid feeling under the weather or well to avoid the weather's toll on you...it's a simple jot of feelings...
..feelings so overwhelming that no pills help...feelings nonsensical and absurd..when I find myself smiling like a jackass first thing in the morning even though my back feels sore and I must get to work in 20 mins...or when I find myself sulking just because the leggy female who crossed me looked me up and down condescendingly, and said to her friend in a chuckle..."gosh she could do with some weight loss...and new shoes!"..yeah yeah she didn't say it...but she could've...!
Someone once commented that I am better off with a dagger in my hand..than with these emotions being emitted periodically..in the most ridiculous forms..I feel sad..and I grin endlessly...I feel cheerful and excited as though this has been my best day ever, and as the evening fades in I find myself teary...Stop!.don't flow..there is no reason for you to show them...control...breathe...ah! all in vain...they trickle down anyway....and half hour later the grin is back on..
Sometimes I feel devious..at others the biggest halo shines upon my forehead...serious! you can see it a mile away..a radiant white glow..mischievous yet angelic...if you're lucky I might even buy you lunch..
It's almost like a million different parts I play in a day..or an audition i'm up for where I am supposed to display my skills to emote...with or without a stimulus.
Draining to the core...and frustrating coz it's one thing I don't have control over...[apart from my job, my hair, my weight, my skin, my looks, my teeth, my legs, my eyelashes, my moves..err my life]...the few dreaded days wane away slowly...and no one notices..no one pays me a compliment...no one stays out of my way[for the sake of their own health and well being mind you.]..and no one takes the warnings seriously...it's a self invite to death...if not worse...remember the dagger is not just figurative!
It's a curse...a drag for life...worse than a rip in your favourite dress just before a night out...a run in your stalkings...an egg 'sunny side up' ... it's a Permanent Mental Situation...
Remedy...none really...
Self defence..hmmm smile at me and don't expect me to smile back...don't talk but dare you tell me to shutup...
....a packet of MnM's is all I need to regain my sanity...and I'm back in action..for the time being at least..till the bug surfaces again..in one form or another..a spike of energy and a momentary sugar rush...
....Nothing like drowning your sorrows in colour....
..feelings so overwhelming that no pills help...feelings nonsensical and absurd..when I find myself smiling like a jackass first thing in the morning even though my back feels sore and I must get to work in 20 mins...or when I find myself sulking just because the leggy female who crossed me looked me up and down condescendingly, and said to her friend in a chuckle..."gosh she could do with some weight loss...and new shoes!"..yeah yeah she didn't say it...but she could've...!
Someone once commented that I am better off with a dagger in my hand..than with these emotions being emitted periodically..in the most ridiculous forms..I feel sad..and I grin endlessly...I feel cheerful and excited as though this has been my best day ever, and as the evening fades in I find myself teary...Stop!.don't flow..there is no reason for you to show them...control...breathe...ah! all in vain...they trickle down anyway....and half hour later the grin is back on..
Sometimes I feel devious..at others the biggest halo shines upon my forehead...serious! you can see it a mile away..a radiant white glow..mischievous yet angelic...if you're lucky I might even buy you lunch..
It's almost like a million different parts I play in a day..or an audition i'm up for where I am supposed to display my skills to emote...with or without a stimulus.
Draining to the core...and frustrating coz it's one thing I don't have control over...[apart from my job, my hair, my weight, my skin, my looks, my teeth, my legs, my eyelashes, my moves..err my life]...the few dreaded days wane away slowly...and no one notices..no one pays me a compliment...no one stays out of my way[for the sake of their own health and well being mind you.]..and no one takes the warnings seriously...it's a self invite to death...if not worse...remember the dagger is not just figurative!
It's a curse...a drag for life...worse than a rip in your favourite dress just before a night out...a run in your stalkings...an egg 'sunny side up' ... it's a Permanent Mental Situation...
Remedy...none really...
Self defence..hmmm smile at me and don't expect me to smile back...don't talk but dare you tell me to shutup...
....a packet of MnM's is all I need to regain my sanity...and I'm back in action..for the time being at least..till the bug surfaces again..in one form or another..a spike of energy and a momentary sugar rush...
....Nothing like drowning your sorrows in colour....
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
3 times Welham..
Just decided to upload a nostalgic snap..:) I miss schooolllll...
From the right..vatsala, reema and yours truly..
From the right..vatsala, reema and yours truly..
"Stage fright"
Long ago, on a wooden stage, I once saw a play
Of struggle, family, laughter and people's cruel ways,
Ways unnerving, yet realistice, ways truthful, yet demeaning..
Attention was played by someone who was always managed to hide
Everytime the characters sought a piece of her, she resisted, and cried,
Cried for herself, in tears silver, cried for others, with reasons bitter..
Possessiveness always screamed too loud, couldn't play her part as well
She needed to put herself in others shoes, and she didn't, I could tell,
Tell from her eyes,shedding selfish light, tell from her looks, being naive..
Care and Concern were siblings, dressed pink, hair done up in pins
If they were any more alike, I swear I would've thought they're twins,
Alike in ways of nature,manners and all, alike for strangers, otherwise apart..
Others walked around the stage, casual and confident, as if meant to be
I suddenly saw a character that almost.. no it did..it did look like me!
Same fears, reserved thoughts, same talk, to hide underneath it all..
Smile hovered around for long, she clothed it well, even made it fight with a Frown
A scuffle she resented, if it were upto her, she would've always played clown,
A clown,seen frivolous,clowning for the world, for her a way to be free..
Half way through, I stood up and walked away unacceptably,unnoticed and slow
Surrounded by emotions,was I like the rest? a mere character, a regular john doe?
Common for you,craving the same, commonly common, but maybe..unique.. ?
Of struggle, family, laughter and people's cruel ways,
Ways unnerving, yet realistice, ways truthful, yet demeaning..
Attention was played by someone who was always managed to hide
Everytime the characters sought a piece of her, she resisted, and cried,
Cried for herself, in tears silver, cried for others, with reasons bitter..
Possessiveness always screamed too loud, couldn't play her part as well
She needed to put herself in others shoes, and she didn't, I could tell,
Tell from her eyes,shedding selfish light, tell from her looks, being naive..
Care and Concern were siblings, dressed pink, hair done up in pins
If they were any more alike, I swear I would've thought they're twins,
Alike in ways of nature,manners and all, alike for strangers, otherwise apart..
Others walked around the stage, casual and confident, as if meant to be
I suddenly saw a character that almost.. no it did..it did look like me!
Same fears, reserved thoughts, same talk, to hide underneath it all..
Smile hovered around for long, she clothed it well, even made it fight with a Frown
A scuffle she resented, if it were upto her, she would've always played clown,
A clown,seen frivolous,clowning for the world, for her a way to be free..
Half way through, I stood up and walked away unacceptably,unnoticed and slow
Surrounded by emotions,was I like the rest? a mere character, a regular john doe?
Common for you,craving the same, commonly common, but maybe..unique.. ?
Sunday, May 15, 2005
...It's never too far...
Music in my ears...and wind in my hair...
Saturday once again, and it was perfect for a day at the beach...and to roller blade...
I gathered my blades, gear and all, and pulled myself up for some leg-straining, head shaking, butt-moving activity!
It was a chase...chase for speed, chase of passion, chase against the rain, chase in time, chase for momentum, chase of familiar faces and a chase for completion...the finish line..
I could feel the beats growing on me as I glided through the air more freely, more confident and more in control.I was now one of those who could casually use their mobiles while smiling and still cutting through the air...I was showing off! A big achievement!
Did manage to stop as well, even thought it was 1/2 a km past the stopping spot in vision!..Ah well no-ones perfect...I'll get there someday..
So with the swoosh of the blades, glares from fellow bladers [ which were returned with pleasure], and a ticking clock, I went on ...and on...and on..left..right..slide..on..and on and...on...eyes fixated ahead...and heavy breathing..on and on ...and on...
I looked at my watch...almost there...almost close to the target...
After a few hours of toil, sweat, building hunger and a rather rhythmic attempt at a display of 'roll with no fall', I decided to call it a day...
....what else could I do...the chase was over...the looker had finally decided to return his rented bike and head home..
Darn!
Saturday once again, and it was perfect for a day at the beach...and to roller blade...
I gathered my blades, gear and all, and pulled myself up for some leg-straining, head shaking, butt-moving activity!
It was a chase...chase for speed, chase of passion, chase against the rain, chase in time, chase for momentum, chase of familiar faces and a chase for completion...the finish line..
I could feel the beats growing on me as I glided through the air more freely, more confident and more in control.I was now one of those who could casually use their mobiles while smiling and still cutting through the air...I was showing off! A big achievement!
Did manage to stop as well, even thought it was 1/2 a km past the stopping spot in vision!..Ah well no-ones perfect...I'll get there someday..
So with the swoosh of the blades, glares from fellow bladers [ which were returned with pleasure], and a ticking clock, I went on ...and on...and on..left..right..slide..on..and on and...on...eyes fixated ahead...and heavy breathing..on and on ...and on...
I looked at my watch...almost there...almost close to the target...
After a few hours of toil, sweat, building hunger and a rather rhythmic attempt at a display of 'roll with no fall', I decided to call it a day...
....what else could I do...the chase was over...the looker had finally decided to return his rented bike and head home..
Darn!
Saturday, May 14, 2005
"Caught by credit"
I was walking by the kitchen sidewalk, ready for a shopping spree
When all of a sudden I stopped short, an idea struck me..
Enthusiastic and motivated I rushed home again
Toppled over my entire wardrobe, but it was all in vain..
Not a trace of what I was looking for, in corners high and low
Even when I scanned my clothes one by one, and did it mighty slow ..
But seated in that pile of colour, and labels of great fame
I felt like they told me a story, and each had a name..
There was the Winter Camp, by Tracks and Shirt White
Also the School Beach Outing, by Floral Cotton Light..
The Evening Dance Class, was narrated by Tunic Pink
And the Formal Ball Day, by the luscious Stole of Mink..
I could hear Girls' Day Out, by Jeans and Ribbons Blue
When Slumber Party was shouted out loud, by Pajama, in satin true..
As all those days flooded back, I nearly forgot why I was there
And with all those flashbacks around me, I suddenly felt bare..
I had come to clear my collection, before the entries new
Thinking I could donate the not-with-it old rags, whether many or few..
While those times whispered back to me, I changed my mind fast
The atmosphere and I connected, to a time innocent and chaste..
It was more than just my smiles, or friends or tricks so fun
It was a flavour old, yet unforgettable, a breeze that only flowed once..
And while I almost uprooted it all, and killed the bygone Me
In the process I rediscovered, the life that used to be..
With care immense I folded them all, and restored them to their place of rest
That's where they always belonged, where they looked their best..
So instead of splurging recklessly, and adding stories more
That day I sat with my past, and anchored old memories to shore..
This is my friday ditty...
...also justification of why I need more wardrobe space..;)
That shopping spree will happen sometime..it's just on hold..
When all of a sudden I stopped short, an idea struck me..
Enthusiastic and motivated I rushed home again
Toppled over my entire wardrobe, but it was all in vain..
Not a trace of what I was looking for, in corners high and low
Even when I scanned my clothes one by one, and did it mighty slow ..
But seated in that pile of colour, and labels of great fame
I felt like they told me a story, and each had a name..
There was the Winter Camp, by Tracks and Shirt White
Also the School Beach Outing, by Floral Cotton Light..
The Evening Dance Class, was narrated by Tunic Pink
And the Formal Ball Day, by the luscious Stole of Mink..
I could hear Girls' Day Out, by Jeans and Ribbons Blue
When Slumber Party was shouted out loud, by Pajama, in satin true..
As all those days flooded back, I nearly forgot why I was there
And with all those flashbacks around me, I suddenly felt bare..
I had come to clear my collection, before the entries new
Thinking I could donate the not-with-it old rags, whether many or few..
While those times whispered back to me, I changed my mind fast
The atmosphere and I connected, to a time innocent and chaste..
It was more than just my smiles, or friends or tricks so fun
It was a flavour old, yet unforgettable, a breeze that only flowed once..
And while I almost uprooted it all, and killed the bygone Me
In the process I rediscovered, the life that used to be..
With care immense I folded them all, and restored them to their place of rest
That's where they always belonged, where they looked their best..
So instead of splurging recklessly, and adding stories more
That day I sat with my past, and anchored old memories to shore..
This is my friday ditty...
...also justification of why I need more wardrobe space..;)
That shopping spree will happen sometime..it's just on hold..
Friday, May 13, 2005
Time out
I feel numb...
I think I may have over-stressed my brain to think n think n think and write and write and write..
There now seems to be a struggle between my own thoughts and expectations..my own needs and provisions..my own self and that which is self owned...
Should I take a break...is there a thirst to quench...?
..Hmmm think till the whistle is blown again..i'll be on the bench..
I am looking for Inspiration....
Anyone seen her today?
I think I may have over-stressed my brain to think n think n think and write and write and write..
There now seems to be a struggle between my own thoughts and expectations..my own needs and provisions..my own self and that which is self owned...
Should I take a break...is there a thirst to quench...?
..Hmmm think till the whistle is blown again..i'll be on the bench..
I am looking for Inspiration....
Anyone seen her today?
"24 hours of blue and black"
My eyes greet a faded morning
And the same thought reigns my mind,
If today will show a better tomorrow
And help ease my mind..
The morning chores begin with fervour
And 8 am comes too late,
The question of sustenance
Makes me wait and wait...and wait..
The phone bell rings once again
And the 'vivid' story repeats,
Concerns sometimes turn into bothers
So, Its nature I must beat!
A walk down an unpleasant aisle
And there the faces familiarly unknown,
Each with an story to narrate..
Looking for an ancedote to loan..
Competing with what seems like the world
And pleading for a friendly look,
2 minutes, all that is spared for affection
As love ticks like clockwork..
Etching new meanings for old words
And rescuing my faith from turning to dust,
With patience, coffee and deep breaths
The day wanes into a rust..
An evening of anticipation
And a collection of feelings alive,
Slumber with its white and blue dreams
Hesitates to take its drive..
At last the minutes close in
And stars begin playing spies,
My eyes handcuff to the darkness
Hoping to break open to a dazzling sunrise...
And the same thought reigns my mind,
If today will show a better tomorrow
And help ease my mind..
The morning chores begin with fervour
And 8 am comes too late,
The question of sustenance
Makes me wait and wait...and wait..
The phone bell rings once again
And the 'vivid' story repeats,
Concerns sometimes turn into bothers
So, Its nature I must beat!
A walk down an unpleasant aisle
And there the faces familiarly unknown,
Each with an story to narrate..
Looking for an ancedote to loan..
Competing with what seems like the world
And pleading for a friendly look,
2 minutes, all that is spared for affection
As love ticks like clockwork..
Etching new meanings for old words
And rescuing my faith from turning to dust,
With patience, coffee and deep breaths
The day wanes into a rust..
An evening of anticipation
And a collection of feelings alive,
Slumber with its white and blue dreams
Hesitates to take its drive..
At last the minutes close in
And stars begin playing spies,
My eyes handcuff to the darkness
Hoping to break open to a dazzling sunrise...
Thursday, May 12, 2005
"Struggling for life"
He walked down the aisle
With a flower wilted, yet fine,
He looked at her eyes
That guarded the nose divine..
He bent down on one knee
And took her fair hand in his,
He spoke words soft and sweet
And admitted defeat..
He gently called her name
She was his bee, so 'Bumble',
He repeated it again n again
With a buzz ever so humble..
He tried to explain
The reasons and meanings, the fights,
He gently stroked her head
And had lost his manly might..
He looked at her innocent profile
And suddenly felt an overwhelming joy,
He was now sure of what he said
Like the boy who was gifted a new toy..
He saw acceptance in her face
And his emotions flowed,
For his love was in his arms now
He emitted pride, and glowed..
He walked down the same aisle
With her tiny trots by his side,
He had won her over, the custody
His existence,his life, his very own child..
"Wise Crack"
A friend of mine was just hit by the reality that she will soon be turning a year older...thanks to me reminding her of course..*wink*...and in the course of a rather depressing conversation, this is what I thought she was going through...with an added humour of course..:)
..Wise Crack..
I'll be 23
And have a bf younger than me..
Oh! I feel so old
And sadly, not so bold..
Will be limping soon?
with hair as grey as a cloudy moon?
In 3 years marriage might come
It will bring troubles by the tonne..
Hmm,but then there might be kids small
Or maybe a li'l puppy, peeing up the wall..
I think I rather have a dog
Gosh! my mind is in a fog..
Depression immense, with humour in it
I suddenly don't feel healthy or fit..
Don't you laugh, be nicer
At least I'll be older, but wiser..
Another month..and it'll be another year
Well, no point shedding a tear
It will come as others may
My end..my sorrow..my birthday..
LOL...love ya babe;) You know who u are...!
..Wise Crack..
I'll be 23
And have a bf younger than me..
Oh! I feel so old
And sadly, not so bold..
Will be limping soon?
with hair as grey as a cloudy moon?
In 3 years marriage might come
It will bring troubles by the tonne..
Hmm,but then there might be kids small
Or maybe a li'l puppy, peeing up the wall..
I think I rather have a dog
Gosh! my mind is in a fog..
Depression immense, with humour in it
I suddenly don't feel healthy or fit..
Don't you laugh, be nicer
At least I'll be older, but wiser..
Another month..and it'll be another year
Well, no point shedding a tear
It will come as others may
My end..my sorrow..my birthday..
LOL...love ya babe;) You know who u are...!
..Morning madness..
Heralding the "golden" days ahead...:)
Leaving home: *tra la la la la...*
Calm, set to achieve
Smile, set to impress
Reached to-be office: *breathing strong..*
Confident, set to network
Serious,set to listen
Met to-be team: *tada!*
Chatty, set to get aqauinted
Eager, set to get informed
Met to-be managers: *ho hummm..*
Questioning, set to learn
Straight face, set to be professional
Coffee chit chat: *gulp...*
Unusually grinny, set to hide the sweat
Communicative, set to conceal the nervousness
Way back to office: *phew...*
Blank, set to absorb
Errr, set to clear head
At work-now: *blaaah*
Blur, set to be prepared
Blur, what just happened this morning!
Yeah...sums up my entire morning..
Leaving home: *tra la la la la...*
Calm, set to achieve
Smile, set to impress
Reached to-be office: *breathing strong..*
Confident, set to network
Serious,set to listen
Met to-be team: *tada!*
Chatty, set to get aqauinted
Eager, set to get informed
Met to-be managers: *ho hummm..*
Questioning, set to learn
Straight face, set to be professional
Coffee chit chat: *gulp...*
Unusually grinny, set to hide the sweat
Communicative, set to conceal the nervousness
Way back to office: *phew...*
Blank, set to absorb
Errr, set to clear head
At work-now: *blaaah*
Blur, set to be prepared
Blur, what just happened this morning!
Yeah...sums up my entire morning..
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
"Twisted"
This is a daring one...*gulp*
"Twisted"
I looked up
I winked,
I sat up straight
I knew we linked..
Apprehension,fear
Our eyes met,
The first time for both
We couldn't fight the sweat..
Nervous glances
Who would begin?
A toss so eager
Darn! did I have to win!
Please cooperate
My eyes did say,
Make it easy for me
And it'll end straight away..
A leg raised
A hand stretched slow,
I felt the warmth
And victory I couldn't show..
Effort, but pleasure immense
Was an experience untold
Finally..the fluid flowed
My excitement I couldn't hold..
Proud and accomplished
I stood and smiled,
My face glowed
I was no longer a child..
So, it was done
All over now,
My first time ever
...Milking a cow...
*What were u all thinking..;)*..lol
"Twisted"
I looked up
I winked,
I sat up straight
I knew we linked..
Apprehension,fear
Our eyes met,
The first time for both
We couldn't fight the sweat..
Nervous glances
Who would begin?
A toss so eager
Darn! did I have to win!
Please cooperate
My eyes did say,
Make it easy for me
And it'll end straight away..
A leg raised
A hand stretched slow,
I felt the warmth
And victory I couldn't show..
Effort, but pleasure immense
Was an experience untold
Finally..the fluid flowed
My excitement I couldn't hold..
Proud and accomplished
I stood and smiled,
My face glowed
I was no longer a child..
So, it was done
All over now,
My first time ever
...Milking a cow...
*What were u all thinking..;)*..lol
Sunday, May 08, 2005
...Dangerously bankrupt...
It was a mad rush..people,cars,street blocks, fireman,ambulances...and more people...
There had been an accident...surprise and curiosity was overhanging on everyone's face. It was the first in the city. The cops were walking around with an air of authority...the media had already used it to their advantage..the story was being twisted in every possible way...various on-lookers scurried around reciting their exaggerations to the news broadcasters...hoping to see their faces in the evening news when they got home later...
Drivers were usually very obedient and careful around this part of town. Then how had this collision occurred? No traces of alcohol..no drugs...no fight..no sharp curves or speedy overtakes..it was a mystery...a mystery everyone was pondering over..
The law was beckoned....amidst the confusion and commotion they were trying to negotiate the damages..the compensations..the rightful beneficiary...the owners of both the vehicles showed absolutely no cooperation whatsoever!..each wanted his due...and of course each of them was right...dare anyone tell either of them that it was his fault! Finally, as all issues are generally closed, huge sums were extracted..probably even more than they would have spent taking the matter to court! Then there was the 'appreciation' for the authorities for resolving the matter 'amicably'. Naturally..there was a happy car owner and a sad car owner...politics pops its ugly head everyhwhere!
And so it was over....while I sat in the parking lot, waiting for the crowd to clear, a thought crossed my mind...
...Someone hit my car...I need the money...
There had been an accident...surprise and curiosity was overhanging on everyone's face. It was the first in the city. The cops were walking around with an air of authority...the media had already used it to their advantage..the story was being twisted in every possible way...various on-lookers scurried around reciting their exaggerations to the news broadcasters...hoping to see their faces in the evening news when they got home later...
Drivers were usually very obedient and careful around this part of town. Then how had this collision occurred? No traces of alcohol..no drugs...no fight..no sharp curves or speedy overtakes..it was a mystery...a mystery everyone was pondering over..
The law was beckoned....amidst the confusion and commotion they were trying to negotiate the damages..the compensations..the rightful beneficiary...the owners of both the vehicles showed absolutely no cooperation whatsoever!..each wanted his due...and of course each of them was right...dare anyone tell either of them that it was his fault! Finally, as all issues are generally closed, huge sums were extracted..probably even more than they would have spent taking the matter to court! Then there was the 'appreciation' for the authorities for resolving the matter 'amicably'. Naturally..there was a happy car owner and a sad car owner...politics pops its ugly head everyhwhere!
And so it was over....while I sat in the parking lot, waiting for the crowd to clear, a thought crossed my mind...
...Someone hit my car...I need the money...
Saturday, May 07, 2005
...Blinded...
Liverpool leads,
The battle field bleeds,
"Stop and look",
Stuck with a horrid book,
Anger strikes,
Retro bikes,
Sultry heat,
Blatant cheats,
Sudden darkness to light,
When it's not white,
Flushed and fair,
Skin so bare,
Strawberry bliss,
A sunburnt kiss,
Fight of fist,
A Rejection list,
An empty line,
The tallest glass of wine,
Cherry sparkle,
An artists' marvel,
Sizzling fire,
Trouble for hire,
Roses by the bay,
A wedding day,
Christmas and cheer,
Frolick with beer,
No matter what be the mood,
Smooth as blush,or ruby crude,
In the end when I'm done,
Like paint and lacquer, blend into one,
I squint my eyes hard to see,
What all these shout out to me,
And when I bend my mind a bit,
'Red' is my best hit.
The battle field bleeds,
"Stop and look",
Stuck with a horrid book,
Anger strikes,
Retro bikes,
Sultry heat,
Blatant cheats,
Sudden darkness to light,
When it's not white,
Flushed and fair,
Skin so bare,
Strawberry bliss,
A sunburnt kiss,
Fight of fist,
A Rejection list,
An empty line,
The tallest glass of wine,
Cherry sparkle,
An artists' marvel,
Sizzling fire,
Trouble for hire,
Roses by the bay,
A wedding day,
Christmas and cheer,
Frolick with beer,
No matter what be the mood,
Smooth as blush,or ruby crude,
In the end when I'm done,
Like paint and lacquer, blend into one,
I squint my eyes hard to see,
What all these shout out to me,
And when I bend my mind a bit,
'Red' is my best hit.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Errrr...error..
Anyone who has read Shakespeare would identify very well with this post.
There was once a time I used to love learning shakespeare quotes...partly because it was a part of my curriculum in school, and partly because it sounded so..hmmm ..smooth....made you feel from a different planet..speaking a different tongue..
Not to forget it was 'cool' to be able to quote..;)
So, I penned something that mixed up an entire array of his sayings and the end result was something like this..
"Abstract musings"
This is the short and the long of it
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
I 'll not budge an inch
T’is neither here nor there...
Mercy, falleth like gentle rain from heaven
This tiny jot of blood,
Like a grandshire in albaster
Not another gallant knight does trod...
I have not slept one wink
The course of true love never did run smooth,
A man can die but once
Having nothing, nothing can he lose...
As good luck would have it
When the battle 's lost and won,
Off with his head!
What 's done is done...
Lady, you doth protest too much, methinks
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
Wise so young, they say, do never live long
So, Adieu Adieu Adieu, remember me...
He was definitely a romantic...probably the most unique the world will ever see...I wrote this by chance...and ironically-it sounds like a suicide note....lol
...hope you see the humour in it..:)...
There was once a time I used to love learning shakespeare quotes...partly because it was a part of my curriculum in school, and partly because it sounded so..hmmm ..smooth....made you feel from a different planet..speaking a different tongue..
Not to forget it was 'cool' to be able to quote..;)
So, I penned something that mixed up an entire array of his sayings and the end result was something like this..
"Abstract musings"
This is the short and the long of it
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
I 'll not budge an inch
T’is neither here nor there...
Mercy, falleth like gentle rain from heaven
This tiny jot of blood,
Like a grandshire in albaster
Not another gallant knight does trod...
I have not slept one wink
The course of true love never did run smooth,
A man can die but once
Having nothing, nothing can he lose...
As good luck would have it
When the battle 's lost and won,
Off with his head!
What 's done is done...
Lady, you doth protest too much, methinks
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
Wise so young, they say, do never live long
So, Adieu Adieu Adieu, remember me...
He was definitely a romantic...probably the most unique the world will ever see...I wrote this by chance...and ironically-it sounds like a suicide note....lol
...hope you see the humour in it..:)...
"What If..."
If the rain fell upside down,
And droplets were of solid gold,
If there was nothing like a frown,
And a look could never be cold!
If we smiled and cried together,
And all our lives just sleep and eat,
If, for our misfortunes, we could blame the weather,
Wouldn't life be neat!
If rainbows had a boundary,
Where one could sit alone and weep,
And the secret never to be told,
Was the one you didn't have to keep!
If the stars grew on trees,
And the twinkling pretties were called leaves,
So, when autumn came at last,
They would shower down with gentle breeze!
If the road that led somewhere
Was the one that didn't return?
And when you wished to go straight,
You'd always have to make a turn!!
If paintings could come to life,
And reality could be locked away,
If time didn't have to pass,
And when you had to go, you could stay!
If flowers were meant to be green,
And bloomed shyly only at night,
And whatever that could be seen,
Would be called out of sight!
If I say I wrote this mystery,
In a mood pensive, yet glee,
Only to make you and me wonder,
What if there were a possibility!??!
And droplets were of solid gold,
If there was nothing like a frown,
And a look could never be cold!
If we smiled and cried together,
And all our lives just sleep and eat,
If, for our misfortunes, we could blame the weather,
Wouldn't life be neat!
If rainbows had a boundary,
Where one could sit alone and weep,
And the secret never to be told,
Was the one you didn't have to keep!
If the stars grew on trees,
And the twinkling pretties were called leaves,
So, when autumn came at last,
They would shower down with gentle breeze!
If the road that led somewhere
Was the one that didn't return?
And when you wished to go straight,
You'd always have to make a turn!!
If paintings could come to life,
And reality could be locked away,
If time didn't have to pass,
And when you had to go, you could stay!
If flowers were meant to be green,
And bloomed shyly only at night,
And whatever that could be seen,
Would be called out of sight!
If I say I wrote this mystery,
In a mood pensive, yet glee,
Only to make you and me wonder,
What if there were a possibility!??!
Thursday, May 05, 2005
...Climbing the Corporate Chimney...
The title of this post seems too near perfection...it reads my mind...
...Of course not because I am the one who chose it!!..or I have taken to smoking or anything [I'm still a bit sane]..but because I just need a let out..a vent..an escape..
I am suddenly 'like a banker'..the big types...the type others look at in awe..[wish I felt grand too]..got a new role today and needless to say long hours, hard work, working weekends has taken over a new meaning altogether...simple because I'll be expected to do all that from now on..
Long hours I understand..but working on holidays...Geeezzz..don't these people have a life! I know I do..but I suddenly find myself saying..I did..
I feel numb..I haven't started the work but I am already tired..I haven't shifted offces yet but I already dislike the colours around me..I haven't met my new team members but I can already hear murmurs of politics..I have not seen my day to day chores but I am already clueless..
Nothing more to tell..nothing more to say..my blog would be bare and deserted soon..It's all gonna be about new people, new work, new problems, new timings, new office, new house, new flatmate..almost translates into a new beginning..the beginning towards an unpredictable end..
And as I was telling my friends' the other day..if you don't hear from me in 3-4 consecutive days...look up my flat..I might me dead...
Could be that I died of hunger[ errrmm..where is the time to eat in today's hectic schedule..ho humm.]...died of tension...died of having no holidays..died of a 8 day week..died of talking smart..died of being professional 24/7..died of an old wardrobe...[only girls can relate to this one]
..Or it could've been my brother...
...Of course not because I am the one who chose it!!..or I have taken to smoking or anything [I'm still a bit sane]..but because I just need a let out..a vent..an escape..
I am suddenly 'like a banker'..the big types...the type others look at in awe..[wish I felt grand too]..got a new role today and needless to say long hours, hard work, working weekends has taken over a new meaning altogether...simple because I'll be expected to do all that from now on..
Long hours I understand..but working on holidays...Geeezzz..don't these people have a life! I know I do..but I suddenly find myself saying..I did..
I feel numb..I haven't started the work but I am already tired..I haven't shifted offces yet but I already dislike the colours around me..I haven't met my new team members but I can already hear murmurs of politics..I have not seen my day to day chores but I am already clueless..
Nothing more to tell..nothing more to say..my blog would be bare and deserted soon..It's all gonna be about new people, new work, new problems, new timings, new office, new house, new flatmate..almost translates into a new beginning..the beginning towards an unpredictable end..
And as I was telling my friends' the other day..if you don't hear from me in 3-4 consecutive days...look up my flat..I might me dead...
Could be that I died of hunger[ errrmm..where is the time to eat in today's hectic schedule..ho humm.]...died of tension...died of having no holidays..died of a 8 day week..died of talking smart..died of being professional 24/7..died of an old wardrobe...[only girls can relate to this one]
..Or it could've been my brother...
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
"Simple complications"
I saw someone
At the school bench the other day,
And without even realizing
I saw myself walking her way..
Introducing myself
I said a shy 'hello',
She was alone, a newbie
And seemed a bit mellow..
Befriending her
I offered her a hand,
We could be friends now
Won't it be grand?!
Years passed by
And she grew on me,
I hope I grew on her too
But t'was something I couldn't see..
Through the ups and downs
And birthdays galore,
Life was moving fast
And felt like a guided tour..
Late night talks
Of boys and painting nails,
Laughs and weeps alike
All left their precious trails..
Then there were changes
Of nature, body and mind ,
I chose to ignore them
Another friend, where could I find..?
Grappling onto the past
Was horrid and futile,
It wasn't anyones fault
It would just take Me a while..
Adulthood came all of a sudden
Nothing as I'd expected it to be,
There were others in her life
Did she not need me?
Fights and quarrels
Misunderstandings by the tonne,
Craving for attention
It was not a battle lost or won..
I took a deep breath
Re-visited memories to store,
I knew then, forever does not exist
It's only a weekly chore..
Walking up to her
I decided to let her know,
She was a keep for me
No matter where she would go..
It was not exactly a loss
A turn in life I'd say,
Losing a friend to another
Is like stowing her away..
And then, in a momental blink
I made a selfish wish,
A wish to bind her with threads of steel
For I was stowing her to a relationship...
At the school bench the other day,
And without even realizing
I saw myself walking her way..
Introducing myself
I said a shy 'hello',
She was alone, a newbie
And seemed a bit mellow..
Befriending her
I offered her a hand,
We could be friends now
Won't it be grand?!
Years passed by
And she grew on me,
I hope I grew on her too
But t'was something I couldn't see..
Through the ups and downs
And birthdays galore,
Life was moving fast
And felt like a guided tour..
Late night talks
Of boys and painting nails,
Laughs and weeps alike
All left their precious trails..
Then there were changes
Of nature, body and mind ,
I chose to ignore them
Another friend, where could I find..?
Grappling onto the past
Was horrid and futile,
It wasn't anyones fault
It would just take Me a while..
Adulthood came all of a sudden
Nothing as I'd expected it to be,
There were others in her life
Did she not need me?
Fights and quarrels
Misunderstandings by the tonne,
Craving for attention
It was not a battle lost or won..
I took a deep breath
Re-visited memories to store,
I knew then, forever does not exist
It's only a weekly chore..
Walking up to her
I decided to let her know,
She was a keep for me
No matter where she would go..
It was not exactly a loss
A turn in life I'd say,
Losing a friend to another
Is like stowing her away..
And then, in a momental blink
I made a selfish wish,
A wish to bind her with threads of steel
For I was stowing her to a relationship...
...Apple Agony...
I feel like a piece of wood these days...
...sun burnt and brain dead...
Trillion attempts at coming up with an ingenious work of writing, or any writing what-so-over, have failed miserably...
Some fans knocked at the door of my blog recently and challenged me to post something new. Full of enthusiasm and ego I did accept it, however I spent the entire afternoon avoiding my pc. The mac... all white and perfect...with the heart of an apple...comfortably seated in the corner of my room on a contrasting cushion, stared at me reminding me that I needed to write, while I shamelessly loitered around..guiltless...and still picking on my brain to begin thinking...
When I was tired of watching the white contraption from the corner of my eye, I decided to give it another shot. Energetic and full of purpose, I sat down, switched it on, and before I could pen anything down my traitor mind slipped yet again...for all I could think of was what I would do after I finished...sleep..cook..eat..watch some tv..ah bliss! for some reason the uneducated devil in me had taken over in all..
no scope for ideas...
no ideas to put into words...
no words to form sentences..
no sentences to convey a message..
no messages moulded into writing..
no writing worth reading..
no reading that entertained..
no entertainment that killed time..
no time for inspiration..
no inspiration within scope..
and...no scope for ideas..
Maybe it was the long weekend...maybe I was being too lethargic to create something new or maybe...just maybe I was simply being utterly and completely lazy..lazy..a word that I wished not to have in my dictionary...but it had found it's way around somehow...cleverly..quietly..and suddenly!
So I concluded that it was definitely a vicious circle...and I'd come to the end of the circle soon...why stress over it...why force myself..it'll pass...it was bound to...it HAD to..all I needed was to stop going round and round..
...errr....I gave up and munched away on my apple...
...sun burnt and brain dead...
Trillion attempts at coming up with an ingenious work of writing, or any writing what-so-over, have failed miserably...
Some fans knocked at the door of my blog recently and challenged me to post something new. Full of enthusiasm and ego I did accept it, however I spent the entire afternoon avoiding my pc. The mac... all white and perfect...with the heart of an apple...comfortably seated in the corner of my room on a contrasting cushion, stared at me reminding me that I needed to write, while I shamelessly loitered around..guiltless...and still picking on my brain to begin thinking...
When I was tired of watching the white contraption from the corner of my eye, I decided to give it another shot. Energetic and full of purpose, I sat down, switched it on, and before I could pen anything down my traitor mind slipped yet again...for all I could think of was what I would do after I finished...sleep..cook..eat..watch some tv..ah bliss! for some reason the uneducated devil in me had taken over in all..
no scope for ideas...
no ideas to put into words...
no words to form sentences..
no sentences to convey a message..
no messages moulded into writing..
no writing worth reading..
no reading that entertained..
no entertainment that killed time..
no time for inspiration..
no inspiration within scope..
and...no scope for ideas..
Maybe it was the long weekend...maybe I was being too lethargic to create something new or maybe...just maybe I was simply being utterly and completely lazy..lazy..a word that I wished not to have in my dictionary...but it had found it's way around somehow...cleverly..quietly..and suddenly!
So I concluded that it was definitely a vicious circle...and I'd come to the end of the circle soon...why stress over it...why force myself..it'll pass...it was bound to...it HAD to..all I needed was to stop going round and round..
...errr....I gave up and munched away on my apple...
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