Time Travel

The funny thing about life is that you never really know when you are making a memory. You dont know what will stick in your head and what will be a fading spot. The days and dates become insignificant and what remains is the moments and memories. They make wonderful company when alone.

Someone famous once said - No canvas absorbs color like memory. And so true - a smell, a color, a movie, a name, a color, a voice, an object, a number, a song, a place - something as small and trivial can be so powerful to transport to another time and place as if you are re-living the whole thing again. And so I collect, little things to serve as momentos to look back on life.

On my mind right now: Fatafat and Hully Gully and the last desk of 12-B in the new wing in school.

Nostalgically yours
Faded Glory

Thirty

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the chains
Binding like reigns

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of guilts I carry
Eroding like a quarry

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the doubt
Growing like a sprout

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the blame I took
Hanging like a hook

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the shadow
Disturbing like a crow

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the pain
Flowing like champagne

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the fear
Pulling back like reverse gear

It’s a plea
Set me free
Of the trouble
Bursting like a bubble

It’s a plea
Set me free
Let me loose
From every noose
It’s a plea
Let me be me

When is it going to rain

Scorching sun outside
When will the heatwave subside

I look at the sky
Grey Clouds pass by
Waiting in vain
Hoping for some rain

To charge up the earth
A idea to take birth
Drops of rain, a drizzle
A reason to nuzzle

To clean up the air
A Coffee, A love affair
Drops of rain, a downpour
A reason to step outdoor

To simmer down the heat
A song, A heartbeat
Drops of rain,a storm
A reason to transform

To douse the fire
A Kiss, A desire
Drops of rain, A cloudburst
A reason to get immersed

A Question,
Simple and plain
When is it going to rain?

Human DNA

We,homosapiens are a pitiful lot
mature, by a long shot
science says our brains are huge
matter less, lost in deluge

Fighting, being distraught
Prejudiced, our minds fraught
Egotists, a pride thats swollen
Arrogance galore, humility stolen

Debauched, morally weak
Cruelty, a murderous streak
Dishonesty, misplaced trust
Souls decaying with rust

Deeply Consumed in deceit
Halloween, trick or treat
Incest, Insatiable greed
Dont we have enough for our need

One life, your own not lease
Have we forgotten to be at peace?
One earth, one sky, one sun
Have we forgotten to be the evolved one?

Before Sunrise & Before Sunset

Watched both the movies for the nth time. Just as the sunrise and sunset dawnson you, at the end of the night or the day, the movie ends with an amalgamationof feelings that dawns on you slowly, leaving you still and hanging in vaccum.Profound Impact. Everytime.

The chemistry,the conversations and characters leave you enchanted. You suddenly feel aliveand breathing more consciously. 

It flows simply, beautifully, naturally and effortlessly with no frills. Thelistening box scene, the phone conversation, conversation in the car, the sceneon the bench. Each expression, verbal and non-verbal is so very detailed.Poignant. Latent deep and large feelings. Jesse and Celine, They share, wish,yearn, desire, burn and hope.

The indirectness that is there is mature and beautiful. There is no story yetthere is something weaving in the background without it being pushed to you.There is no story in the sequel as well. All that there is for the story is the10 years between the movies and the exact time frame when Jesse and Celine meetagain in Paris, having met in Vienna earlier.

Mesmerising'ly yours
Faded Glory

Music & Lyrics

I guess everyone needs a little vent from their daily lives and struggles and for me mine is two-fold music and writing. And both these things have one essential common denominator – words. Words are a potent weapon; can protect or demolish; can crush or give hope, can leave you cold or give warmth, can make you feel belonged or can alienate. For me when I write it is like everything inside of me is falling out for the world to see. I can shed my mask and let people see me. However, other than a few people who know me, I remain anonymous for most, hoping my writings leave a alone person some company, through my thoughts even if its for a few minutes. I write for reflection and to share experiences, mine, and of people around me.

My other healing mantra is music. I have loved music since childhod, it is like all the things I cannot speak out loud or string into words is told through that song. It feels like that song was written with me in mind to express when my words fail. When I listen to a song, I pay attention to the lyrics. Sometimes I wish I was a musician so I could write songs to give people strength, peace, calmness to give them someone to be their voice.

Word-ingly Yours
Faded Glory