Thursday, November 22, 2012

Walk on

Funny how blahness induces creativity.
Or rather pushes it off of me
Unstructured thoughts are like sheep let free from herding
They offer temporary respite and limited freedom.
Every day I watch a yellow shrub shed its leaves one by one
Today, few cling on for dear life
Representing a change in season
Or, a shedding of inhibitions.
Every day, a little bit of sun shines down upon it
Egging it on to flourish
But, it most follow the circle of life, death and resurrection
You want to sleep the dullness away
To restore sense and aliveness in your brain
To spark a hope that can keep you burning
But, like all my tales of deep despair
This one too is yearning
To not be defeated
To view things in perspective
to be a little taller than the smallest small
Sometimes you don't know what you want
And when you do, you can't always get it
So, you change your mind, a TV channel, new clothes
You bathe, get out, talk to somebody new, take a deep breath
And invest in something new.
If this seems abrupt, it's on purpose
You see life is sudden, unexpected, and never regular for one
Who is always torn asunder by deep longings,
Does one be a victim or slave to it?
The other option. is to be unnatural. And, fake. Add a little sunshine.
Revel in it, and be transformed?
Isn't that the hoop we walk in everyday?

Monday, October 8, 2012

Swirly 360 degrees


Another one from around 2 years ago. Not sure what I was smoking/drowning myself in at the time :p .. Quite a mess there and incomplete. Also have made up brand new words like unwoken and unhindering and blissless :D not to mention interesting phrases like "joy in mirth"


Once there was a girl who dreamed beyond coconuts, strawberries and cream.
Her life would be one marvelous tale of unspoken, unwoken, insoluble dreams.
Unsteady was her gaze.
They seem constructed in every way
Trying hard to fit into a life well-lived
Of mediocre, blandness and blissless sway
Bored was she of mild contemplation
Hard was it to seek a stream of quiet introspection
Pushed this way and that by forces which work
terrible in hindsight, joy in mirth.
She let the words flow away
Unhindering what she planned to say
Trying hard to let go of the mask
Which she thought was appropiate
While thoughts seek no answers, the words fly by
A trail of nonsense for time after time
She had left her past behind
But still felt a need to be purged.
To not be so bored and deadly dull in her head
She had felt this way before..
It came when diamonds turned to rust
She needn't speak in such a blackened way
But they say she sees life exaggeratedly:
I am not who I am, yet I am
I try to go beyond, but I am blind
Oh to sleep the dullness away, to take away the ache in my soul
Truth be told, I wish I could keep writing forever
So I can be less bored by talking to human beings
Apart from somebody to love, I need somebody to talk to
They say the grass is greener on this side, but for a person is who is swayed by every damn thing, good and bad,
This kind of soul-muddling mess can be in fact, a way out
Coz healing takes place
Maybe one is deluded into thinking they are mind fucked
If the power is within, why don't we ever pay attention to it?
Is it that we are too bored to take the effort?
Or to ask ourselves what we really feel mean by a certain emotion?

........

Old cherry red

Here are the lines from a song written by me in 2009. I don't remember what was going through my head at the time, but I wanted to put it somewhere before I lost it again. Here goes :)

I stare at photos on the wall
Memories I know, can't carry me far
the red in cherry was too red to be
There's just so much the eye can see

I drink juice and then the tea
Something feels inadequate to me
Times I love more than times I dread
This is the story of the old cherry red

Raindrops and roses, you can't really choose it
Raindrops and roses, that's why I chose it

Fireflies fly through the dark of the night
Tears on your pillow to show you whats right
Times been amazing, Time's been real swell
Here's what I learnt from old cherry red

Raindrops and roses, you can't really choose it
Raindrops and roses, that's why I chose it

Hush, there's no time to waste away
Always, you gotta do the right thing anyway
ohhhhhhhhh...
No, wait, It was never my fault
I think its time to open up that vault
Ohhhhhhh....

Raindrops and roses, you can't really choose it
Raindrops and roses, that's why I chose it

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Back to being eternal sunshine

It's a been a while
And the sun has bloomed right though the sky
The stars have fallen and shone up again
And lit up deep, empty crevices and made them meaningless
It's been a while
And the might of a thousand brightly coloured flowers
Have made a mad symphony of beauty
To decorate a dull, lifeless river gush forth like a waterfall
It's been a while
And the warm and golden honey
Have made its way back to the hornets nest
To drive out the bitter cold and a sleepy winter
It's been a while
And a music of the soul has swelled to burst
With tunes that send my senses into overdrive
And the ones that hurt have fallen short on melody
It's been a while
Since calm came easy, joy in full and harmony danced within
Since life felt well-lived and I smiled happy grins
It's been a while, but so worth the wait!