As The Season Speaks

The morning says that winter may have arrived, or in the least, is slowly creeping towards our lives. The scorching summer afternoon has been washed away by the rains and what is left now is the soft tender touch of the cold about to greet us in the coming months. There is a lot of life to see yet, and as I feel the need to live more strongly everyday, each passing season breathes its own elixir into my being.

The truth is that rediscovering yourself takes time. It does not happen in a month, or perhaps even a year. And at times you do feel that you just hit the same roadblock yet again. Then again, all I have to do to let my soul sing synchronously with the universe is to just let it be... It does not take that much effort to feel after all!

Oddball Eccentricities

Date: 17.10.2009
Time: 5:55 p.m.

I suffer not, I tell you, from unrequited love
More inclined to die from stomach cramps, am I
And while I wilt with the wind blowing on a hot summer day
I will walk against a storm in peace.

Without a worthy adversary to take my boredom away
I may laze in the sun all day
And though a few stray challenges may come by my way
They shall have naught the power to sway.

My love for the world is unsettled enough
For me to curse and admire both
I may charm and be charmed and be equally at ease
With kindness and ferocity.

I wonder most about the light,
What lets the moon be so alluringly bright!
About the shimmering waves and the ships they crunch,
And the ice-cream that I may have had for lunch…

My tastes aren’t simple at all, to say the least
And while they do change with my many eccentricities
I am content enough to face writer’s block
Until a day comes when my world is rudely stopped.

And as I write to distract myself from pain
The simplest of facts does indeed remain —
There was no need for this mischievous dove
To begin this tale with a mention of love.

End: 6:20 p.m.

Dreamy Interlude

Date: 15.10.2009
Time: 11:30 p.m.

You might find trinkets lying about
Cluttered dutifully inside my head,
Colours swarming into souls
Collected gladly and easily bled -
Each vision a spectacle of light
Each memory a triumph of sight,
By nightfall it always seems sure
To be with me for evermore.

I sing along to an amethyst's tune
And let it enchant the purple in me,
Soak my soul with wanderlust raw
Only to yearn my utmost to be free
I lose my mind over motorbike boots
Lose my heart to forbidden fruits
Dance along to Calypso's beat
The moon bearing witness to my defeat.

So I place my soul in the hands of midnight
And stare away into the moonlight
Swayed by a soothing sonata
That gushes into a quivering toccata!
My thoughts blend gracefully into notes
As my heart rises and gleefully floats
The music filling chasms within my soul
And healing and making me whole.

End: 00:30 p.m.