orbital..

and after days she finds the time and peace in her head to open this page and pen her thoughts! it's still an incomplete painting... she sees it coming to fruition soon! it's still a few empty glasses... she sees a celebration soon! it's still cold and dark outside... but she likes the wind playing with her spirit! :)

her uncalled for hiatus cannot be explained... but yes this is where she has been off late.. 'high on life' with 78mm and her Adventure Log!

boondein

दो बीघा ज़मीन और एक खिड़की आसमान...
पर हाँ.. उस पर एक मुस्कान!

(do beegha zameen aur ek khidki aasmaan...
par haan.. us par ek muskaan!)

to strike

and the way the half moon looks at her from behind the cluster of clouds.. beyond the rustling palm tree as she sits in her doorway... she knows there's a foreboding of some sort...

cold...

tonight she can write the saddest lines... her soul is breaking as words collide... an unending loop... her shadow falls through..

2 strings on 6 string and she tries to belt out a broken tune... a stray twisted string turns her shadow to smithereens...

she knows she's lost this war she waged... she knows its time to gather the bearings and walk on... just walk on... through that unending loop!

lonely?

and then she had something to share yet no one call...
she curled up in bed with a warm cookie and some milk and 'celebrated' in silence!

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!