Yearning

As I wend to the shores I know not
As the mysterious ocean rolls closer
As I eavesdrop to listen to the dirge,
The voices are slaughtering.
I hear a resonance of cries
And many dead leaves together.

I yearn for
Thunder showers and the spirited rain,
Wind in trees and melodious strain
The rainbow and the swinging slide
Dragonflies hatching with a hearty pride.

The gaping sun tucking stars to bed
Glistening water flexing its muscles ahead
A mischievous breeze that toys around the sea
and through the casing of clothing touches me

I yearn for
A world where I can be me
A world where I can hear the church bells
A world where my passions have an answer
A world that does not block the sun for me

I wish the canvas was stark
And colours mine
A life
Which scorched, yes, but enlivened too.

I am still waiting

The gulls perch on the rocks
Mocking each other idly
The sea enraptures the body and the soul
But I don’t follow the rule of the sea
And move forward with all my might.

Anxiety and The Sea

Restless and unrelenting, the waves crashed onto the rocks and boulders with frenzied regularity.

She stood there. Unaccompanied. A visage with a bareness, a porcelain complexion that was complete contrast with the majesty and mood that spread in front of her.

The only movement was created by her white dress that was fluttering high in the wind which also seemed too unfit for today and her not too long tresses. But there was no choice; she had come directly from work.

The cliff on which she stood was more or less stripped from here and there, though there were still some blades of grass, some life left on that clag.

She was breathing. It was relatively easy to breathe in then to breathe out. Well it has always been painless to suck up, then exude an upshot as to what all you have suck up. But the current thoughts- they were becoming as knotty as they could get

The dazzling blue coastal stretch tinged with foam at the shores and she suddenly felt an irrepressible urge to do the act that she was here for. As it is there was nobody around. Nobody would notice.

She took off her white dress and looked at her body outline.

In a sudden movement she jumped from the cliff and landed in the water for a quick swim.

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Our truest life is when we are in our dreams- Awake

I don’t know how to swim.

Rude Awakenings

‘Come the year of three nines and one unit, and this world shall disappear before thine eyes’- Nostradamus

Regina sat staring at these words, on her otherwise blank computer screen.

“The world was to end in 1999. We know, that for once, the French guy missed the bull’s eye because today we are in the 21st century, seven years into the second millennium after Christ.” She said to herself.

She heads for the kitchen, makes herself a hotdog with extra mustard sauce and returns back to her room.

She stares out of the window to check up on the gory details. She sees nothing though. A clear road with not a soul.

Suddenly a genome flies near her and stops so close to her that she feels the stench from his big mouth.

“So what have you brought Ruck?”

“London, Egypt, Mumbai, New York is already done. You are the last one.”

“Not yet. So lemme give you a goodbye kiss”

The lips rub against each other and he falls to the ground with a loud thud.

She maximizes the volume of the music system that starts blaring- ‘I wanna break free’ and mumbles “But I don’t.”

She gets back to the computer screen while biting into the last bite of the hotdog and types in a hurry.

‘May the human race see good sense the next time. Amen!’

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I am an optimist but there are reasons that definitely make us think- Multiplication of population and the resulting congestion, global warming and many more. U.S.A possesses enough nuclear weapons to blow up our earth sixteen times. Will we ever be able to take a U- Turn? Try thinking of a better title

The Window

I see through that rectangular fissure which is unusually perfect in shape.

I see people running for their dreams like rats so that the rats don’t howl in their bellies. Some end up running slower than the others, thus annoying the rats a little too much. Well a half hungry lion is more harmful than a totally hungry lion. But we are talking about rats here. Are'nt we?

I see the moral fibre of the natural world as it changes its attire everyday. I ask the natural world, “Fashion conscious. Are you?” But it utters nothing although still enlightens me with a cold smile by the wind which is as sarcastic as it can be.

I see technology on the road governing everything, the geek world trying to tame it, but still failing in their measure in trying to identify with the fact that it was made by them.

I see colours and sounds merging into each other. I see cultural sabotage.

I see paradise and then I see hell. I just have to divide the window into two halves. And there it is, straddling an exquisite mastery of line. The line in between- Dreams?, Mysticism? A new world? Or is it a farce? I don’t know.

I see a lot of grey around and then I see myself running to accomplish my dreams. I see the crimson gore of the slaughtered dragon’s vice.

I see you. I shout loud with my parched lips and a parched heart, “Take me along. Don’t leave me here.” But you sprint away as if assessing what is right and what is wrong and my voice drowns in a cacophony of other similar bellows.

I wait for a while and then kiss the dragon.

The Stun Gun

At first encounter, she struck me as an AK-47 with red nails firing her way to success. Sitting quite close to me, she gave me an eerie feeling, as her loud conversation with the man in red tried to take my attention into custody.

She did look at me once, but I got back to reading my book (obviously faking it), a little restive and twitchy after her frozen glance. Her mannerisms that were so cerebrally challenging seemed closer to babe lade-meets-rollerblades.

What made her so riveting- other then her ‘handsome’ looks- was the fact that while her quest was all about internal tranquillity, she attacked it with the ferociousness of a warrior queen.

Her abiding obsessions were coming alive right there where she created an atmosphere suitable to herself, Like- ‘I want it this way which is my way.’ In other words she was trying to make her own music.

After much commotion, she got what she wanted, the perfect unify, the ideal merger and gave her front teeth to bite into the cheese dripping olives and jalapeno pizza with extra olive oil while the fizzy drink stared at her and so did I.

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I hate olives and jalapeno pizza

Blue Rose

Sarah used to write a letter everyday. Nobody knew what she wrote and to whom. But everyday, after coming back from school she would sit down on her study table, take out her notepad with a blue rose on every sheet on the left hand bottom and write the letter.

After finishing, she would put it neatly in a blue envelope and paste a stamp that would take her thoughts to their destination.

Sarah never received any letters. Ever afternoon she would wait anxiously for the mailman to deliver her mail but nothing ever came on her name.

“No mail for you even today sweetheart.” The mailman used to say.

At times Sarah gazed into the sky. And then set down to write her next letter with an impelling drive that was more then ever before. It was this verve in her that kept her going.

Today is an extremely cold winter afternoon. But it looks as if the evening has already set in. A nip in the air giving an arctic feeling beckons her back into the house after waiting for the mailman for almost three quarters of an hour.

As she set out to write her umpteenth letter, the doorbell rang and Sarah rushed out. The mailman was on the door with a big bright smile on his crumpled face with more wrinkle lines then the hair on his head.

“Mail for you”

“Thanks.”

She opened the envelope with a lot of curiosity. After all Graham had written to her for the first time.

“Graham doesn’t stay here anymore. He has gone to stay with the stars now. But I have kept together all the blue roses that you have sent in the last five years.

Graham’s mother.”

She kept on looking at the plain white sheet with a few words, for the next 10 minutes and sat down to write her next letter.

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It seems that we have forgotten to write letters. Neither have I received nor written a letter in the last 10 years. And why not? With the availability of emails, cell phones, we don’t want to take the strain of writing a letter. But letters have their own whiff- of ink, of paper and of thoughts…

Tagged!

I have been tagged for the first time by The Island Girl.

Rules
Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
People who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
At the end of your post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

1) I am a short girl (about 5 feet 2 inches, to be precise 5 feet 1 ½ inches) with a short temper, but once I get a reason for things (however vague and illogical it may be), the temper just vanishes as it comes.
2) I admire sleeping and totally believe in Dalai Lama’s mantra followed by The Island Girl ‘Sleeping is the best form of meditation.’ However if it is all about spending time with my loved ones which includes family, friends, books, writing and music, I can sacrifice it, of course to complete it later.
3) Music is my biggest passion in life apart from Reading. I am a trained classical singer and have been a part of quite a few reality shows that we see on T.V. these days (Don’t jump of your seats I could never go beyond the zonal finalist stage which was the last stage to enter the finals) but no doubt about the fact all these experiences remain special.
4) I get bored easily. That is one reason why I have to keep on doing new things everyday. Something as simple as learning a new song or know about a new book or maybe gather some new information.
5) I like creativity in any form. What appeals most to me is the human spirit to constantly try and excel, specially in painting, sculpture, writing and for that matter anything done with a different touch.
6) I talk a lot. And “a lot” within double quotes. I am the perfect example of somebody who can talk endlessly for hours. Most of the times I am not too boring but at times my friends can get cantankerous because I can be too boisterous and noisy. But there are times I like remaining with my own self and just be alone.
7) I don’t forget things easily. I can remember what somebody had said 5 years back in what situation. However I don’t like keeping grudges and try not to be too unkind, however human tendency might overtake things at times.
8) I can get unusually tense in certain situations and can cry easily. But one talk with a good friend and somebody just giving me that last minute advise can work wonders. That is one reason why my friends are quite special for me. However I can be unnervingly chilled out in professional situations.

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