Sunday, November 27, 2011

Souvenir of the Wave...!!

Swoooosh.... And again, swoosh.
The waves slapped against the bed-rock and the moon, now bigger, adorned the night sky like a pretty jewel. The pearly egrets and the sea-gulls with sagging beaks dotted the shadows behind the silhouette of a coconut tree. A fresh, earthy aroma of sea salt and a spray of mist, from the waters gave me a heady feeling.
I stood on the break-water's edge and watched the play of the sea and sand. The sand seemed to be fighting to stay yet the sea would pull it ashore with the washing tide.
I was knee-deep in cold, with the sinking, eternal feeling of being lost.
This was the place to be, when I needed to unwind or just clear my head. I walked along the shore-line and watched several thousands of mini-sea shells all strewn in the wake of the moonlight...

This is an unfinished-bit-of-something I had written, seeking to express some distant memory by means of allegory and the sea. The sea, its vastness, the sense of freedom and the inspiration that it gives us...

Saturday, November 26, 2011

It Will Rain

*If you ever leave me baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
‘Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don’t have it anymore.

There’s no religion that could save me
No matter how long my knees are on the floor
So keep in mind all the sacrifices I’m makin’
Will keep you by my side
Will keep you from walkin’ out the door....*

The above by Bruno Mars just felt beautiful, so i decided to share my thoughts on this!
Although not a twilight fan, this is not only something an undead vampyre should sing. It's so stirring and rings with emotional depth. Bottom line is this, every girl needs her her own vampire.

I am slain (not by Edward!) but by the amount of pressure this week. College. Tests. Assignments. All the things that plague an infelicitous college-goer. Looking forward to taking a break, and write more. And for the record, It Will Rain... tomorrow!

Friday, November 11, 2011

The Good things in Life (Like Soup)!

Its an almost-perfect solitary evening I thought, as I bit on a date fruit and felt the jolt of sweetness, probably electric, as I swallowed it down. I had a hectic day, more so than others.

Thinking back, as what I usually do, I pondered awhile and let the listless feeling fill my entirety. To me, reflecting and dissecting thoughts and actions of the day is what pulls me through a particularly hard time. Its rejuvenating, to be able to put down thoughts. I always make it a point to learn from what has occurred. It's the best feeling to be able to alter the many things that go awry.

I lost one of my best friends today, I thought. It could be a clash of egos. I saw no need for dramatics and quickly offered to end the tug of war. Now its become an unacknowledged presence whenever we see each other. This silent cold wind blows unfeelingly and freezes whatever it passes through. In this case, I was the one getting hypothermia.

As I looked back one-time for now, I was happy to let go. So, the stars shine brighter and nebulae shimmer with greater color and spiral deeper in my galaxy, to make the past only a reminiscence. And something consequentially better to happen in the light of the day's events.

What makes galaxies spin infinitely in space-time? Why do planets simply exist in this span of nothingness and humans evolve the way they do...
What makes love surreal and blurry at times when it should peak stronger?

Is this why cats eat up their newborns after birth, to preserve energy?? I need a ten-thousand watt source to recharge my reserves and go back to period of antebellum (before war). Battle scars cannot be wiped clean without a healthy dose of all the good things in life.

As i wind up my first piece of stimulated writing, I look forward to soaking in more warmth and all the good things in life...