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vo do beegha aasmaan jo uski chhat se dikhta hai...

vo khoobsurat peele phool jo darwaza kholte hi muskura dete hain

unpar vo hazaron titliyan...

subah subah vo bansuri ki azaaz...

~ maybe... just maybe.. such is life! :)

9 to 6 ?

and she desperately tries to keep at her game of make believe... she opens her window curtain only half just so the large palm tree can peek at her and hides the sea of buildings behind the other curtain... to go on with her make believe of a log cabin in a forest deep down somewhere...

she sits thinking if it is the pursuit of happiness then where did we go wrong...

him

and she's let the spaces around her remain untouched in a vain manic effort to let him be around... in the dusty crevices... in the cold and messy sheets... in the stale smoke of cigarettes...

the swan song

the soul spiralled out on her... the chatter has begun to quiet down...

"the angel opens her eyes

pale blue colored iris,

presents the circle and

puts the glory out to hide, hide...

lightning crashes"

- Live

cheers to life!

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the rising

black

pause

dark

silhouette

dream..?

loud

prodigal

celtic

lightning

mantra

karma

night

putrid

screeching halt

will she?

as the embers burn out silently she stares into the starry night.. she knows she's been a wild child and thoughts of settling wrench at her...

she thinks of him... she thought she'd chosen a life.. she'd been wrong...

in this afterthought as she looked at her reflection in a mirror surrounded by dim yellow lights she sighed first and then she smiled... in the reflection beside her she saw him...

"Sweet surrender on the quayside

You remember we used to run and hide.."

- Dire Straits

don't walk away

in a moment of insanity she had stood before the mirror and chopped the tangles off... he had held onto them long enough...

she drove through the morning fog and let the cold wind play havoc with her hair... myriad thoughts of him surrounded her... she felt strangely free... she felt like the white headed eagle's he had always sent her... morose in it's freedom..

"Fatal velocity, comes on with a rush,

overpowering, gives the final push

A false sincerity, a liar and a thief,

my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief

Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial,

but can you run all your life..."

- Poets of the Fall

a high and a half...

vanilla... she's started loving the smell...

jiving alone on a stormy night under the stars as her vanilla scented hair played around and kissed her nose she has a sly smile.. only she knows where she has been...

she anticipates now... she's less afraid to hope coz she's reached an acceptance...

wishing on a shooting star as she lights the lamp made of old guitar strings with a candle in it (yes.. vanilla again) she knows that this is a feeling that will never fade...

will it..?

"It's hard to breathe in the city

It's easier to drink

Come to my house, we'll sit in the dark

And try not to think

About the green fields, the way the land feels"

- Dawn Landes

and they sat there talking of their utopia's little realizing how close they had become... she stood their scared and wondering as her mind did li'l somersaults... it was uncertain... she did not want to break away...

dove

and so she let her stars break and fall... they showered on her in bits and pieces... but on a cold night on her terrace she saw the supernova she had been waiting for...

she's woken up to a dull winter sun and a cold winter breeze... she's woken up to peace and silence in her heart... she's woken up knowing she experienced her champagne supernova...

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...?