vicious...

"a three chord symphony crashes into space
the moon is hanging upside down.."
- Dire Straits

when the night comes..

she let her hair drop to her shoulders after a long long day... she had lived through several roles for the day and now wanted to be alone and be herself... those smoke filled hair had started to make her comfortable now... she was able to keep them free longer!

she looked up at dark night sky with deep auburn clouds and huddled up near the doorway as the night whispered her asleep!

then and now

ever felt that you wished for something... wanted something... and eventually, slowly began to give it up? let it all go? and then just as slowly.. after a long time of not believing, not wishing.. ever felt as if its started to come true.. bit by lil bit?? ever begun to re-believe that dreams can come true..?

it's been a monsoony afternoon and she found herself smiling..! someone very recently commented.. 'she seems to like the wind!' :) well.. her spirit runs free with it.. "as wild and reckless as thunder over the land, racing with the eagles, soaring with the wind! Flying... " (from Spirit) and here she was... believing that she could.. believing that it can maybe all come true..!

a(de)ttachment!

and sometimes u need to detach yourself and not see your soul...

she let her hair down... sat in her doorway at the balcony and saw the palm trees rustle in the silent rainy night... lightning behind the clouds and a hush all around!

as the wind played with her hair... and her eyes played with more than just 'her' soul... she wondered why she cared..

as she found her answers... a tear rolled off... ~sigh!

to each his own...

as her hair falls to her shoulders the smell of stale smoke wafts by... her thoughts run to the phase of nicotinated nirvana and she lets out a muted laugh..! Now if only she could let go off the crystal flute..!

psychosis

she comes home and compulsively starts cleaning up and getting the place in order... she picks up the leftovers in the fridge and the remains of a huge fruit plate and nibbles on it... myriad thoughts cross her head and with the first look at herself in the mirror she knows she's losing it...

she randomly walks around the house... she stops by the shelf where she keeps her good glasses (she's always had a thing for glasses!) and questions resound in her head... 'should she break the glass?' 'should she use the shards?'

addicted..

it is but sweet pain... yet her eyes are searching...!

it is but cherished silence... yet there is a bittersweet symphony she yearns for!

it is turmoil... and thus chaos reigns..!