the homecoming

and she's surrounded by sounds yet she hears her own voice.. crystal..

she looks on in a crowd and see's her shadows... lost

she lets the breeze play wanton with her hair and tries to smile from deep within... she figure's it's gonna be a long time coming..

hiatus

'sounds of silence'

past the neon lights

and sometimes you know there are too many cobwebs... there's too many strings...

she was there... and she knew this was one of those moments where change would set into motion... from her hair color to her silences... she couldn't explain it... like on a rainy night as a puddle splashes by and a bat flies too low... like on a cloudy summer day it's just the right shade of purple at sunset... like she opens the door and a raven stares through the dense green of the trees... like a log cabin with the fireplace aglow...

this was big.

free life

as he strummed his electric girlfriend she heard the voice of his heart... she heard everything he was wanting to say in the strum of those six strings...

she held him close and felt the voice of his soul and slowly danced to the tune she heard.. she danced with him and a raven flew over head as the leaves of the palm seemed to take over the strumming and she got lost in the warmth of his life...

signs..?

two ravens encircled her as she stepped out into the morning rain... there had always been one... was this a sign?

twilight swept it's curtain and pinned it with a star... in a rain stricken sky... was this a sign?

darkness hugged her close as her soul felt calm... on a stormy day... was this a sign?

ebony

"Wake up the dawn and ask her why

A dreamer dreams, she never dies"

- Oasis

it's still... stormy yet still... she picks up a flowing skirt and muddles up her curls... she looks up to the sky to find an early evening moon... wistful eyes..

she tries to smile to make most of the night...

a lone a gain

and silence in an intertwine as a thought begins to break

in mellowed hues of soft light

she walks in beauty like the night

of raindrops blue and a raven peeking in

she stares at the sky changing its' hues!

spiral

and in the sullen darkness of a warm night she looks upto her lil piece of the sky... or at least the one she calls her own... she stares into the colors of midnight long enough to see stars beyond the infinite...

there is an unrest... there is no song she's hanging onto... there is no tune she's humming... there's just a swirl in her head refusing to settle...

and there is but one image embedded deeply in her mind's eye that keeps on playing... her lil piece of the mountain with a huge black scar used like a scribble pad... it's almost replaced the flame she would see each time she would close her eyes...

"and the wheel's just keep on turning

while the drummer begins to drum.."

borderline moksha

her eyes reach out for the blue sky.... all she manages to see are small pieces between buildings and from her window is visible the concrete zoo...

she reckons she'll take time coming back to civilization... meanwhile she closes her eyes to curl up in the warmth of the days she spent wandering the cold deserts...

she knows something changed inside her.. (did everything?).. she's been walking through the days in a semi trance feeling numbed the complications of civilization and the fabric of society... she waits for the silences to takeover and a canvas she can let it out on...

~ hari om.

tussles of life

a hot sultry morning turned to hues of soft blue and bright green as rain pelted down... her reclusiveness was getting the better of her... and she was thinking did she want it or was she wishing it away...?

lightning under a star

rare.. :) 

as the coconut trees around her rustle alongwith the wind... the lightning turns to her and the thunder crashes out loud she believes what she has always believed... that the storm is washing away her tears and making way for his wish to come to true...

wish

she asked him to wish... wish for something anything... she had a feeling it would come true (yeah the corny feeling of woman's intuition)

he did. she asked him what... he slowly says "i wished for everything that makes you happy to come true".

she let a tear roll by in the dark quiescence of a star spangled night and wished she could wrap his arms around her and cry...

hiatus explained..

and maybe this is one of the ways she frees her darkness and lets it run wild.. while running free in the mountains herself... (maybe this will get her back!) and maybe.. just about maybe.. you would want to come along? (hit www.78mmadventures.com if you would!)

hiatus.

she thinks she'll be talking to herself for sometime now... she will open up her darkness to you again.. remains to be seen when.

~ takes a bow!

the uplifting!

crazy lonely nights as she curls into herself and tries to hibernate off to the world... voices in her head circling as alcohol and orange juice 'seem' to pacify... a dying inspiration... a waking torture...

..suddenly a peaceful weekend.. no voices.. no sounds... just pink floyd and her soul... just every li'l thing she knows she has to set right being set right and a calm descending! 

slowly she sits to count her lucky stars... and he calls her up just to check on her... it leaves her smiling as she settles down with yet some more orange juice! ;)

~ it's been sometime since she's been with herself... everytime she does it she ends up with that stupid grin on her face.. everytime she promises to do it more often.. everytime she gets lost in the sands for longer than planned...! 

replacement

since i've been at a loss for words and this is what it is it is it is.....

strings.. attached?

and then sometimes you crave a silence... a meditative one...

and then you end up in a depressive quiescence and need the noise...

but the voices get to you.. you can't bear to hear the pure mechanical sound of the human voice box..

and then sometimes... it's just simpler with some red wine and a guitar!

glinting!

and she closed her eyes... clutched her cellphone... and let the rain hit her face and reach to her soul while her hair twirled and ran free!

change..?

snow covered terrain and she begins to hallucinate into the cold smoke arising out of it.. she closes her eyes to find her balance and her world has spun around in the fragment of that moment.. she knows she's been changed forever.. she knows the twinkle in her eyes has altered to reflect something more... 

she stares on at a threadbare tree over an electric blue sky... she looks onto the patterns of the sky for hours on end as they change myriadly... 

she discovers she can meditate while walking... she discovers she can speak without talking... she discovers she likes her silence!

?

is she waiting for a question?

should she just answer without it?

hallucination

engulfed in blue smoke listening to a melody... she reaches out to touch it... it's not there... 

she sighs and turns away...

the quiescence is deafening!

listening...