A Bit of Reality

Reality can be altered. For the simple reason that your entire existence circles around your perceptions of things. So if I change my perception, my possibilities are amazingly refreshing and broad. It’s the kind of freedom most dream of but never have the courage to pursue.

And I love being this free. I love the smile of my soul through this unchained alterable reality. It’s pretty darn amazing

:)

Mind & it's Lore

Dominating through the shadows of light

Chivalrous than the happiness so bright

Rest in peace, a heavenly abode to thee

Sneaking nevertheless, the curious cat wants to see

Stonger the being, once ran helter skelter

This heart felt alone in its shelter

Merciless offense of the warring sorts

A simple button, I wish, for abort

Captivating minus the limelight

Sucking out all the delight

Disdain and misery wish to rule the day

Wish all they want, they'd never have a say

Going somewhere I was with this masterpiece

Lost many ways, in this clutter and cease

Don't know my way in the light

Darkness makes my heart take a flight

A deep slumber beckons me through

My expectations, glad to form a crew

"What the fuck?" I mutter jaded

As the vision around me suddenly faded

Tireless once was, troubling is the task now

Seeds of brightness, I wish for it to sow

Blah Blah Blah, good night folks

Tonight, there be no lores.

P.S. Huh... what? --- If you said that too, join the club. Ice-creams are a mandatory entry fee.

Of the day that has been

Went to town today. Had a sad time shopping with a pal at Causeway. The shopkeepers are bloody looting people by charging double and blinding themselves to the fact that the dark skinned ones are NOT tourists. Hell! Wanted to rip them apart and give them a piece of my mind. Found a sexy tantra Tee though that read -

"Che is dead. Get over it" - Unfortunately, they didn't have my size, only the larger one. :(

By the way, most of them shopkeepers were Keralites. Bloody mallus - always charging double and refusing to accept the right price. Dont bother suing me - you the one who cannot take criticism. I am a mallu and I am at least fair in my demands, at least monetary.

Went to Marine Drive to watch the pretty pretty sunset. No rains, low tide, no breeze. I humbly asked into the thick humid air - some breeze and a sunset please. Immediately I had the breeze, nice soft and slowly relaxing my soul. I asked for a drizzle - I had that too. We sat without an umbrella accepting that there is nothing wrong with getting a little wet in the rain as long as it's not acid rain. Felt G-O-O-D.

Got a glimpse of the sunset as the fluffy white clouds gave a little bit of the orangy sun away for me. I went happy, grinned and shouted "Way to go dude!" to the Sun with 2 thumbs up.

Yes, I might be crazy. No stars, then again, I didn't really ask for it.

The tough part of the evening was made up for by the ****D-I-V-I-N-E**** Chocolate Avalanche Jr. and a cup of cappuccino. Mmmm.... heaven.

:)

Blah'ing the Night Away

There are strange journeys we undertake in Life. The unpleasant ones teach the most, the pleasant ones are like a holiday to calm the stressed out nerves.

The uncertain ones are like being stranded in the dark with your eyes latched up, just in case you come into the light. I have never liked darkness - the dusky kinds.

Why can't I be a Jeanie just for a day and zap my way into brightness?

Perhaps, the brightness is the deserty kinds instead of the greeny kinds?

It's 12:16 am and Vinisha is officially talking gibberish.

Oh Blah! Sue me!

*SIGH*

Introspective Perspectives

Real life is much too slower than a movie. Who should I blame - the life, the movie or the me?

Most times in life, a week seems too long and yet 2 years seem really short. Einstein said "Time is an illusion" and indeed it is. 2 years of feeling in an upheaval makes it go by fast and a week of drudging makes it go slow.

Unlike a movie, the zillion stories in life reveal themselves a lot later and usually once the frantic activity is over. Or is it that a frantic activity makes us less capable of objectively listening to the stories that give a new perspective in life? Why is it only during introspective hours that things seem a lot clearer? Feelings are messy, unorganized, illogical and have the amazing ability to turn everything upside down more worse than a rollercoaster. Yet, we cannot do without them?

Ergo, humans are not the smartest beings. Such du'uhs!

Betraying Betrayal

Life has its phases

Some elevating, some blazing dazes

Nothing remains the same

No change constant

Except the core of a good heart

The exceptional strength of a wanting soul

The fervor of an eternal imagining mind

Does one phase seem the end?

Then look again, for it might just be a new beginning

A bud might look small

But it has the potential to be a flower

A flower might look pretty,

But it has the potential to wither away soon

The purpose of a flower is never to wither away

Its passion is to make many a smile many a day

To make life happen,

Even when death comes blasting through the door.

Games They Play

Wicked games the heart likes to play

Speaking words of love, the mind does say

Is it both curled into one?

Them brats! Never be the common sum

“Feel your feelings” someone said

Trembling feet, my heart bravely treads

The workings of his heart, the wanting of his mind

If I were to know, it’d be very kind

For the darkness of love, prolongs the misery

The light in the woods of learnings from history

Unravel them all, my mind suddenly discerns

Learnings of what kind, it humbly concerns

Close my eyes & hide my face

None shall see my eyes for the truth in them stays

Confessions seems the easy way out

Tough be the fear if this is a temporary bout

The darkness of my mind, the games of my heart

In history, they have played a part

A pre-written story, I am tempted to conclude

Then remember the readings of my recluse

I write my own stories, the wise men preach

Everything comes to a halting screech

The moment stands still, except for the beat of my heart

The mind is calm though it shall soon start

For now, peace is the order

Chaos tend to stretch much too broader

This be the end of my soulful rambles

Lest soon my heart crumbles.