Flight plan

A girl, she lit a fire.
In, a pot first and then his heart.
A thought, known and yet not in his mind.
Awakened it did, to your clear almond shaped eyes,
When they blinked with a smile, your SMILE.
Ah! Now, the magic had begun.
One moment, he's looking at you.
The next, you went to sleep.
Oh, what a beautiful moment that was.
Is. Will be.

An artist not, but a painter of art,
To paint a picture as beautiful as you.
In the candle glow, only your color glows.

When broken words became a meaning.
When the world showed some spirit.
When sound became music.
When they both wandered, first in talk and then in eyes.
When the dawn echoed the long night,
A night, which did not want to know the day.
When stars woke the dark night.
Only to see a few moments of twinkling eyes.
A sin beyond hell.
Again.

He carries his destiny in his eyes.
Not to know where the tomorrow lies.
Or what the yesterday has lead into.
Today’s the light, the shining one.
Silent whispers light it.
Sleepy yawns turning into laughter, brightens it.
But one had to fly away,
So did the other.
A sea in between, all to swim,
For her. For life. For them.

Carnival of melodic decay, decorum and diatribe..

sitting on the couch and staring at the screen.
manic monstrosities bounce off the wall within the telly
the walls are plain and depict the carcass within
emptiness all around like vaccum suffocating the raging silence

Here's my crown of scars,
make it prick
make it count
run the blood, let it flow within

The pressure is intense. a tight fist to the cranium.
scream with me you deaf bastards, scream away the urge
cringing toes rake like a snake on cold glass.
Jump around. Jump around till you heart is in your hand and your eyes are heaven sent

I care not a dime but for the rage
fuck the machine
fuck the matter
fuck this .

Catatonic body houses the spasmotic mind
darting eyes hold no wonder but the beats of the empty soul
arched fingers like nimble robin hood's bow..
Scars for the world to see and invisible for the world to feel

Give me the music
Give me the power
Give me the feel
Take it all away...

Home Sweet Home.

I'm home...

Family, roads, walls, corners, memories of a time centuries ago...
My bed once upon a time, my book shelf, my couch, my 'couch potato' blanket ...once upon a time. These walls, this house, home for 8 yrs. =) and now, I'm back...

I wonder what constitutes a home.. Where do I belong. Where do I come from.

Is being born there enough to constitute it as home..?
Is it where I currently stay ? Does it stop when I leave..?

I have a hundred places I could call home for they held and still do hold that meaning to me. Funny. I left a place with a thousand memories that I call home but the place I enter is home as well, I mean, I DID spend 17 yrs here in this land.

Would 'it' constitute any place where I have my mates, my love, my heart, my mind.. or does 'it' have to be the place which holds my body. I guess not, but I couldn't discount either, after all this is my place too.

I miss them all. I miss the colors. I miss the noise and I could go on forever, but like one of them mentioned, you could just miss a lazy afternoon sitting in the balcony staring into oblivion and he was, nay is right. I miss it all but I shall not 'sigh' and not just because of a very strong sibling law that has been passed of which I have already used my one digression. I shall smile instead.

=)

I am here, in this home hoping to create the path for a new home somewhere else with someone else, someone special. After all that is the ultimate dream of everyone now isn't it..? Ha! I could also include the jet settting lifestyle and the wine sipping festivals or the cohort of luxury cars not to mention the glitz and the glamour but it does come down to that now, don't it. A home.

I had this thought as I sat in the airport and I pushed it to the darkest recess of my mind and it stayed there till quite recently when I called a loved one and then received a call by a set of loved ones.

Ah! There is no point to this, I suppose a lot of muddled thoughts and I had to get this one out. Sue, This is also a musing of the muddled kind. See, how muddled it is. :)

hmmmm.... bleh..!