Date: 28.01.2009
Time: 11:55 p.m.
O monotonous wind, embrace me not with your sullen gusts
I would take the sweeping temerity of a gale
To the dull breeze idling over an ordinary day
Shake up my world and blow me across the seas
But kill me not by entrapment in ease,
Stir me into running when I've only walked for days
Kiss my brow with a dusty whirlwind of speed
That leaves me stunned in its sultry haze
Beat my body into submission by your might
Make me surrender my will in defeated delight,
I only ask that you be free, truer to your nature
And capture my heart as you would a flighty creature
Sing to me with voices carried from horizons of yore
Breathe yourself as I inhale the scent of rebellion
Arising from the need to quell the monotony of ages.
End: 00:15 a.m.
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
Lingering Lizard
Date: 26.01.2009
Time: 9:40 p.m.
The lizard crawling up my door
Was one I hadn’t seen before
Its dreadfully disgusting sight
Gave me quite the jolt last night
As I watched it move its sick small head
While I was on my way to bed
Almost about to fall asleep
Only to lose the urge for slumber deep.
That awful lizard was back today
Much to my distress and dismay
Creeping stealthily down a wall
Hoping that I wouldn’t notice its crawl
And the fact that it’s invaded my room
Disrupted peace and inflicted gloom,
I live in terror of finding it land
With one fine jump upon my hand
Shoulder, foot or worse, my face
To leap away with unholy grace
Even before it was put in place
By one good smack from a spectacle case.
It hides behind my wall clock now
Peering out now and then to bow
And nod its head most mockingly
To rudely appal most shockingly
I am almost tempted to camp outside
The thought, however, wounds my pride
And so I shall remain to fight
Until this insidious creature takes flight.
End: 10:10 p.m.
Time: 9:40 p.m.
The lizard crawling up my door
Was one I hadn’t seen before
Its dreadfully disgusting sight
Gave me quite the jolt last night
As I watched it move its sick small head
While I was on my way to bed
Almost about to fall asleep
Only to lose the urge for slumber deep.
That awful lizard was back today
Much to my distress and dismay
Creeping stealthily down a wall
Hoping that I wouldn’t notice its crawl
And the fact that it’s invaded my room
Disrupted peace and inflicted gloom,
I live in terror of finding it land
With one fine jump upon my hand
Shoulder, foot or worse, my face
To leap away with unholy grace
Even before it was put in place
By one good smack from a spectacle case.
It hides behind my wall clock now
Peering out now and then to bow
And nod its head most mockingly
To rudely appal most shockingly
I am almost tempted to camp outside
The thought, however, wounds my pride
And so I shall remain to fight
Until this insidious creature takes flight.
End: 10:10 p.m.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Slow Air
Date: 22.01.2009
Time: 4:10 p.m.
A chilly afternoon is the perfect time to step outdoors and ride through the neighbourhood. The cool air is mild enough to invigorate you into sailing through the narrow lanes of a child’s memory. People are mostly indoors while a stray cat can be seen prowling in a slightly unkempt lawn. It is just the time to slip on an extra shirt and allow the cold to stiffen your muscles, just enough for that extra bit of effort needed to move, without the accompanying discomfort.
It is peaceful. The trees appear to not have noticed the nip in the air and cling firmly to their leaves. Two young cats meow and chase after one another. The neighbourhood where I spent the first few years of my life remains unaffected by the winds that have blown across it over the years. It is that conventional stretch of reality that I am glad to have left behind. I would not have fit in there, though it is something that will remain true wherever I go. I dislike boundaries — the wanderer that I am. Monotony and idleness tire me more than any strenuous activity could.
The same can be said about my area of residence for the last thirteen years. It is as dusty as ever in its attempt to cling on the vestiges of a more pastoral past. The puppies that were born just a few days ago have been growing at an alarming rate. The dogs live in the dirt, though. It is funny how I still don’t know who my neighbours are, apart from those in my building. Although I must add that the trees adding a spot of untainted green to the scenery are dearer now than ever before…
A January sun is not one that boasts of a blazing intensity. Instead, it confers gentle warmth whenever it chooses to make its presence felt. It is quiet and passive in its attempt to make an impression and lives almost in conjunction with the evening air. This is the season in which I want to spend my nights up at the terrace, with a lit bonfire and some mellow music to make me feel in tune with the stars. And I’d like some good company as well, that with which the wall of pretence and forced goodwill becomes unnecessary.
All I need at the moment is a fitting sunset, followed by the dawning of novelty.
End: 4:30 p.m.
Time: 4:10 p.m.
A chilly afternoon is the perfect time to step outdoors and ride through the neighbourhood. The cool air is mild enough to invigorate you into sailing through the narrow lanes of a child’s memory. People are mostly indoors while a stray cat can be seen prowling in a slightly unkempt lawn. It is just the time to slip on an extra shirt and allow the cold to stiffen your muscles, just enough for that extra bit of effort needed to move, without the accompanying discomfort.
It is peaceful. The trees appear to not have noticed the nip in the air and cling firmly to their leaves. Two young cats meow and chase after one another. The neighbourhood where I spent the first few years of my life remains unaffected by the winds that have blown across it over the years. It is that conventional stretch of reality that I am glad to have left behind. I would not have fit in there, though it is something that will remain true wherever I go. I dislike boundaries — the wanderer that I am. Monotony and idleness tire me more than any strenuous activity could.
The same can be said about my area of residence for the last thirteen years. It is as dusty as ever in its attempt to cling on the vestiges of a more pastoral past. The puppies that were born just a few days ago have been growing at an alarming rate. The dogs live in the dirt, though. It is funny how I still don’t know who my neighbours are, apart from those in my building. Although I must add that the trees adding a spot of untainted green to the scenery are dearer now than ever before…
A January sun is not one that boasts of a blazing intensity. Instead, it confers gentle warmth whenever it chooses to make its presence felt. It is quiet and passive in its attempt to make an impression and lives almost in conjunction with the evening air. This is the season in which I want to spend my nights up at the terrace, with a lit bonfire and some mellow music to make me feel in tune with the stars. And I’d like some good company as well, that with which the wall of pretence and forced goodwill becomes unnecessary.
All I need at the moment is a fitting sunset, followed by the dawning of novelty.
End: 4:30 p.m.
Monday, 19 January 2009
Backseat Driving
Date: 19.01.2009
Time: 7:50 p.m.
There should be a nation-wide rule which forbids people from driving from the backseat. More specifically, there should be a law that prevents fathers from constantly hollering at their offspring from the backseat of an automobile while it is being driven by the said offspring.
This morning’s “Pick up! Pick up! Change to third gear — now change to fourth! Speed, speed up! Turn now, turn — Start! BRAKE!” is moral support I could do without while driving. Inarguably, the case stands even more pronounced when I am allowed to drive to college only after having had a heated argument *cough* ahem, no, discussion with my father the previous evening, in which I was categorically told that I would not be allowed to drive at all if anything were to happen to the car.
Therefore, it was with a heart brimming with confidence and encouragement that I took to the wheels this morning and did my best to please daddy dearest with my navigational prowess. The ride was understandably smooth as I was under no pressure at all, especially since I was constantly being given much-needed heartening instructions from the backseat in spite of it being me who was driving. Honestly, our chauffeur turned out to be the more patient co-pilot as he would occasionally give me a nod saying that all was going well or give me a tip or two and let me handle the rest.
I suppose the old man was far more nervous than I since he had to think about both my hide and the car’s steel, er, body, whatever. Thankfully, my pride came to the rescue and I managed to make it to college, much earlier than usual and with myself and my co-passengers in one piece.
The funniest things happened after I made it to college though. Dad actually gave me a rare “Well done” before going off to work and later this evening, after he returned home and had satisfied himself by listing the places where I’d gone wrong today, he told mum that I’d driven well in front of me. What actually took the cake, however, was him calling me aside and telling me that there was a lot of backseat driving today and that I should not be so dependent on others for instructions since I shall be driving alone on most occasions. When I told mum about dad’s pep talk during the drive she grinned like the Cheshire cat and said that she was highly amused to hear two extremely different versions of the same story. Trust mothers to say things like that.
In any case, dad is willing to let me out with the car again so I’ll see what happens. Hopefully I’ll get to practice more and be trusted with the car. Here’s to that!
End: 8:13 p.m.
Time: 7:50 p.m.
There should be a nation-wide rule which forbids people from driving from the backseat. More specifically, there should be a law that prevents fathers from constantly hollering at their offspring from the backseat of an automobile while it is being driven by the said offspring.
This morning’s “Pick up! Pick up! Change to third gear — now change to fourth! Speed, speed up! Turn now, turn — Start! BRAKE!” is moral support I could do without while driving. Inarguably, the case stands even more pronounced when I am allowed to drive to college only after having had a heated argument *cough* ahem, no, discussion with my father the previous evening, in which I was categorically told that I would not be allowed to drive at all if anything were to happen to the car.
Therefore, it was with a heart brimming with confidence and encouragement that I took to the wheels this morning and did my best to please daddy dearest with my navigational prowess. The ride was understandably smooth as I was under no pressure at all, especially since I was constantly being given much-needed heartening instructions from the backseat in spite of it being me who was driving. Honestly, our chauffeur turned out to be the more patient co-pilot as he would occasionally give me a nod saying that all was going well or give me a tip or two and let me handle the rest.
I suppose the old man was far more nervous than I since he had to think about both my hide and the car’s steel, er, body, whatever. Thankfully, my pride came to the rescue and I managed to make it to college, much earlier than usual and with myself and my co-passengers in one piece.
The funniest things happened after I made it to college though. Dad actually gave me a rare “Well done” before going off to work and later this evening, after he returned home and had satisfied himself by listing the places where I’d gone wrong today, he told mum that I’d driven well in front of me. What actually took the cake, however, was him calling me aside and telling me that there was a lot of backseat driving today and that I should not be so dependent on others for instructions since I shall be driving alone on most occasions. When I told mum about dad’s pep talk during the drive she grinned like the Cheshire cat and said that she was highly amused to hear two extremely different versions of the same story. Trust mothers to say things like that.
In any case, dad is willing to let me out with the car again so I’ll see what happens. Hopefully I’ll get to practice more and be trusted with the car. Here’s to that!
End: 8:13 p.m.
Sunday, 18 January 2009
Nachtmusik :P
So I am lousy at water colours and this thing just proves that but I spent the afternoon painting this today so I figured that it might well be put up since I actually having nothing to do. Heh. I guess that is what I had to say, yes. :P
Friday, 16 January 2009
Cradle
Date: 15.01.2009
Time: 11:05 p.m.
Slowly still, yet embraced by winds
Rocking it towards the nether
Its child was made to leave the ease
And comfort of its feather,
See how it no longer fits the head
So filled with thoughts it can’t comprehend
In tune with toys and caramel
And the warmth that some voices lend…
When wisdom invades the innocent’s stare
Awakening it to more shades of a colour
Narrowed eyes replace the wide
Inflicting upon rosy cheeks a pallor,
The pout is pursed and parted not
Except to yield honeyed lisps
That mask the cynic lurking within
By deceptively dreamy wisps.
The sudden gale that struck the cradle
Had knocked the child to her feet
And forced her to walk before her time
In lessons painful and bittersweet,
The cradle thus remains forlorn
With no memory of its loss
Or the gurgling grace of a childhood
Now resting dead beneath a cross.
End: 11:40 p.m.
Time: 11:05 p.m.
Slowly still, yet embraced by winds
Rocking it towards the nether
Its child was made to leave the ease
And comfort of its feather,
See how it no longer fits the head
So filled with thoughts it can’t comprehend
In tune with toys and caramel
And the warmth that some voices lend…
When wisdom invades the innocent’s stare
Awakening it to more shades of a colour
Narrowed eyes replace the wide
Inflicting upon rosy cheeks a pallor,
The pout is pursed and parted not
Except to yield honeyed lisps
That mask the cynic lurking within
By deceptively dreamy wisps.
The sudden gale that struck the cradle
Had knocked the child to her feet
And forced her to walk before her time
In lessons painful and bittersweet,
The cradle thus remains forlorn
With no memory of its loss
Or the gurgling grace of a childhood
Now resting dead beneath a cross.
End: 11:40 p.m.
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Another New Dawn
Date: 06.01.2009
Time: 7:50 p.m.
Today was the first hectic day of many hectic days my class has in store for itself this semester. Honestly, this is one term which is somewhat scaring people with the amount of coursework right from day one. Usually, extra classes are squeezed into our schedule as the weeks go by, thereby softening the blow. This time, however, when I saw the timetable for the first time last night I was tempted to hurl the coarsest of all abuses, the kind that auto-wallas would probably be using a lot these days, at the computer screen. “Saala ch*****” would be one of the tamer ones that crossed my mind.
It seems a major strain to wake up at the unearthly hour of a quarter past seven in the morning after consistently awakening at ten regardless of the time I had gone to sleep the previous night for a rather warmly comfortable stretch of days. Still, it wouldn’t be quite so bad if I didn’t have a string of classes that tax my ability to concentrate at a stretch to wake up to every day.
The year itself started a day late for me. The time immediately before and after the last midnight of 2008 was rather dismal. Although, things have improved considerably since, excluding the rotten timetable of course. In fact, my writing has suffered — I am usually compelled to write when I am either extremely bored or extremely depressed while I am neither right now. I shouldn’t be complaining though… there’s plenty to do.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies at home lately, with more queued up in my viewing list. There is the two-day out of station seminar that my class and seniors will be attending in a couple of days. Our professors appear to have resigned themselves to the fact that we’re out to enjoy ourselves more than pay attention to what will be said there. I have deliciously spicy, creamy and cheesy macaroni to eat for dinner and there are some (hopefully) interesting events to look forward to later this month and in the coming year.
I am hoping for this year to teach me a lot of lessons that I will enjoy learning for a change, those of patience and self-control especially. And I hope to grow up a little more from six to thirteen, at least. Although I am sure that I’ll be fluctuating between almost all ages from six to sixty at different points of time. It doesn’t matter too much though. I just hope I won’t be told that I look like a seventh grader by the odd ancient stranger I meet at boring social functions.
So to all readers I wish a late but very happy new year! LD out.
End: 8:10 p.m.
Time: 7:50 p.m.
Today was the first hectic day of many hectic days my class has in store for itself this semester. Honestly, this is one term which is somewhat scaring people with the amount of coursework right from day one. Usually, extra classes are squeezed into our schedule as the weeks go by, thereby softening the blow. This time, however, when I saw the timetable for the first time last night I was tempted to hurl the coarsest of all abuses, the kind that auto-wallas would probably be using a lot these days, at the computer screen. “Saala ch*****” would be one of the tamer ones that crossed my mind.
It seems a major strain to wake up at the unearthly hour of a quarter past seven in the morning after consistently awakening at ten regardless of the time I had gone to sleep the previous night for a rather warmly comfortable stretch of days. Still, it wouldn’t be quite so bad if I didn’t have a string of classes that tax my ability to concentrate at a stretch to wake up to every day.
The year itself started a day late for me. The time immediately before and after the last midnight of 2008 was rather dismal. Although, things have improved considerably since, excluding the rotten timetable of course. In fact, my writing has suffered — I am usually compelled to write when I am either extremely bored or extremely depressed while I am neither right now. I shouldn’t be complaining though… there’s plenty to do.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies at home lately, with more queued up in my viewing list. There is the two-day out of station seminar that my class and seniors will be attending in a couple of days. Our professors appear to have resigned themselves to the fact that we’re out to enjoy ourselves more than pay attention to what will be said there. I have deliciously spicy, creamy and cheesy macaroni to eat for dinner and there are some (hopefully) interesting events to look forward to later this month and in the coming year.
I am hoping for this year to teach me a lot of lessons that I will enjoy learning for a change, those of patience and self-control especially. And I hope to grow up a little more from six to thirteen, at least. Although I am sure that I’ll be fluctuating between almost all ages from six to sixty at different points of time. It doesn’t matter too much though. I just hope I won’t be told that I look like a seventh grader by the odd ancient stranger I meet at boring social functions.
So to all readers I wish a late but very happy new year! LD out.
End: 8:10 p.m.
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