Even the longest day will languish.

The Sunlight weaves shadows on my paper plate filled with spice specked noodles,
that I am finally healthy enough to eat,again.I say a little prayer in my head.There couldn't possibly be a better way to end a Friday afternoon.
I think it's silly to believe that happiness is not what we seek.Of course,it's important to accept misery and pain as a part of life,but that does not mean only in sheer suffering and mere survival can we seek solace
I want to be happy,even when I'm sad.It is not expecting too much out of life,it's exactly adequate,according to me.
I live to lose myself in the smell of a new book,to be blessed with friends who accept me in all my forms and a family which loves me endlessly.I live,to relish the fact that I have heaven at home,in the form of a ever-flourishing garden and a library overflowing with a thousand different worlds to explore.
To catch an attractive stranger mid-smile and to eat.
The Little things..they do matter.They make the whole big scheme of just living life as an experience with no expectations seem like a sham.
The same evening,I thank the atmosphere for its coolness,and I smile to myself.
It has finally ceased to rain and I can feel coming upon me..the sweetness of doing nothing.Days were made to be cherished and dwelt in with all the mirth one's heart allows.

The essence of a symphony.

 
Before I begin this post,I would like to mention that I do not know the technicality or nuances of music.
If only I knew all about crescendos and glissandos,I would be able to do this piece some justice.
So,if my words may begin to seem absurd or irrelevant,forgive me.

A friend of mine recently recommended Beethoven's fifth symphony to me and I decided to give it a listen.
Truth is,I have definitely heard it before,but not actually taken the time to truly appreciate it.
It is,indeed,the essence of life in one piece of music.
It makes me want to close my eyes and picture a swan serenading it's partner under a moonlit sky,and a bud in the process of unfurling its hidden beauty to the world,gazelles flouncing around among thickets in a gently sunlit forest with all their grace and other such simple eccentricities of nature,that leave me awe-inspired.
There is one part in the symphony that makes me picture a royal Victorain Ball,the ladies in their best gowns and the men donning crisp tuxedos,and with the ascending music..they quickly step into a classic waltz.
Another,makes me draw connections to a gory war-scene with men on horses galloping triumphant through the bloodshed,waving flag held high in the leader's hand.
The music paints pictures of a lover wallowing in the sorrow of heartbreak and betrayal..holding onto to the notion of the existance of love,looking for answers.
Of Explorers who traverse the world round for enlightenment,to come home to true wisdom and knowledge.
It then brings to my memory Ballerinas,all their movements fluid and impeccably alike.The manifestation of celebration,as well as,the emptiness of parting and  loss.
A piece of music that captures the abstract essence of life itself.Without words or actions,but just notes that from a musical cascade of emotion,drama,History and absolute beauty.
I wish I would be able to describe it better than a descpription put forth by a mesmerized child..but that's exactly how the symphony leaves me feeling.Feeling,the power of the true glory and hauntingly beautiful misery that builds up a composition called life,that is often left unappreciated by most.A composition that carries every flavour of
Music is a language of the heart that speaks more than my words ever will.I insist you give it a chance to change your life,if you haven't.

And nothing could heal the pain of loss.

And one moment could play on forever in your head,until it starts to seem like a parody.
You want to try and make it stop,but part of you want to hold on to the tragedy of it all..because what if..what if you forget it all ? Wouldn't that be the worst thing you could do to a person?
Place upon them,the curse of absolute oblivion.
They say it would hurt a little less if you tried to let go.Have they ever encountered the pain of  waking up to the news of the same death everyday..for sleep is the only saving grace,that draws curtains upon the pain.
Will they ever know how it feels like..to want to pull the sky upon yourself and never wake up?
Insane,probably,they'd say.
But what could they have known about the pain of losing.How could they have known..the angst of not having been able to save a life.
And little would they ever imagine,the emptiness that plagues your abyss of a stomach because of that last,unsaid goodbye.
So,you choose to turn your anger inwards,replaying the events of that day,over and over in your mind,till the silent suffering puts you to sleep.Depression,indeed,is anger gone unexpressed.

Hope is a sunny nook.

Shards of amber break through,
through the slits in the window blinds.
Orange roses in full bloom,outside
are freed from their frosty times.
Covers that drape the bed,too cold
are soon to be  drenched in brightness.
The mourning sky,turns into a bride,
shining face,adorned in a golden glow.
 The world is pregnant with joy,
For even the little bird on the wire
has lived to see this light.

Sun Dried Saturdays

I suckle onto the warm breeze and long to weave through the passing clouds.
Joy fills the spaces between my teeth,sun dried and tangy as a tomato.
Invisible Guitar chords are being strummed around the general theme of things.
Time seemed so frugal,it could be tread upon on tiptoes,
Spanning the entire eternity the room held till my soles would sore.
Life seemed to tilt gently,it's tangents and gradients poised towards me,
Close enough to feel the shape of my face.
Lazy thoughts and unspoken ideas lay spaced out,soaking up on sunshine.
This is as good as it gets,I suppose.But oh! The Human Mind.Hope ceases to dwindle away,

One.

The taste of the salt on your skin,
still lingers on my lips.
Your subtle toe curling,
is a burning bright memory.
The warmth of thy supple palm melting into mine,
turns distances to dust.
We put together two worlds and utter two words,
to become but one.

Bouts Of Curiousity.

I walked into an unknown realm,as my bare feet were caressed by the dirt.
Looking up,I noticed a grey morning sky,trying hard to hold on to the clouds that were subtly slipping away.
A couple of birds circled the top of a skyscraper,religiously.
Having found a nook beneath the boughs of a sprawling Gulmohar,I watched the blossoms light up like orange flames,when sunlight danced around them,before engulfing them in sheer brightness.
A world so full of life,it almost frightened me.
Alone I stood,though.Towering over the desolate day.
All at once,I snapped out of my daydream to realise I was in classroom and through the latticed window,carved out in the wall,I saw a pair of marble green eyes peeping in.They belonged to a little head with hair tied into pigtails,that bobbed up and down in inquisition,the same way mine had when I tried to look through a laticed window into another classroom,years ago..fascinated by what senior classes held in them.
 I have finally begun to discover and relish a hint of an answer.
They were perhaps, walls that contained the intricacy of dreams.