craving silence

the sounds that the morning is here reached her ears as she stared out the window into the fog... her tired eyes began to see inkblots as she reached for the pillow... 

as she closed her eyes to the waking up world she wished for a dreamless sleep..!

wayward

legs crossed and huddled in her flowing black skirt... fiddling with her tousled curly hair... a faraway look in her eyes... in this moment she is not here...

zoya

जब भी मिलती है मुझे अजनबी लगती क्यों है?
ज़िन्दगी रोज़ नए रंग बदलती क्यों है?

she's had these lines from umrao jaan echoing in her head!

silence.

"Someone falls to pieces

Sleepin all alone

Someone kills the pain

Spinning in the silence

To finally drift away

Someone gets excited

In a chapel yard

Catches a bouquet

Another lays a dozen

White roses on a grave"

- Audioslave

In memory of the victims of the Siege of Mumbai... In memory of all the lives that were lost in a country with maimed leaders..

The real story here.

weekends!

lazy saturday morning and the sun breaks through the clouds straight onto her... she winces and hides her face, adjusting her eyes to the light she looks down from her balcony at the scenes of an everyday... and she hears her insides scream out a to do list... 

she knows she's found her balance since she can shut that voice up and crawl right back into bed to revel in the laziness! :)

(PS: some kind of a poltergeist seems to have returned yet again to haunt this blog at least! I have not been able to set the font right.. I have not been able to justify the previous post and now the line spacing also goes for a toss!!)

the resurgent smile...

to the sounds of a random strum she sits... there's just plain blocks of concrete surrounding her and the only sky visible is between them haltingly... the sounds of coffee being beaten... a slow warmth manages to trickle for she's with the world that's always made it all meanigful... suddenly she doesnt need to escape... and she s-l-o-w-l-y smiles as playful banter takeover!

dawn at dusk

and it was trying... one drop on the windscreen... half hour later a couple smaller ones more... one drop on her arm as she stretched it out to feel it... and as she parked and made her way up the stairs a raven cackled wildly... as she sat rediscovering the song of her soul it drizzled... 

an amber light... a setting sun... falling leaves... and she remembered him..!

there it was... a loud cackle of thunder...