Thought

Weekends are so nice. Just the word makes me think of rest and relaxation, of warm, comfortable days and a nice book, and baked apple and ice-cream! Since I started going to work, and realized that it's just like going back to school, I believed that my days of longing for the quiet laziness of weekends were back. Strangely, however, these last few weekends have been anything but restful...
There is just so much to do in life!!

Peace, Inside

And suddenly, the storm
has stopped raging as fiercely
The noise within isn't nearly
as deafening as it was
Such a clear thought
Such a simple feeling
But bigger and stronger
Than the chaos of weeks!
An inner pool of peace,
Roots strong and deep
Sprung from the same source
And all will be well!

Unrelated

It was so green!!!

This has been a very strange time for me. This whole year has been strange actually, but some parts of it have been stranger than the rest, and then again, some parts have been strange in strange ways. The absolute unsettle of the last month especially, has been troublesome. Sometimes, it feels like things are not so bad, it doesn't matter so much after all, it's just a little bobble on an otherwise smooth texture, etc., etc.. Then again, I wonder if I'm just being stupid.

Mist

I'm lost, what shall I do?

 Do? Why, keep walking, thats what we all do.

But what if you fell? 

 There is no lower we can get;

 There is nowhere for us to fall to!

Look, oh, look! See, there's light!

 What, can you even see at that height?

But it may be shelter, it may be warm

They may take us in, feed us...

 Ha! Feed a vagabond? Yeah right!

Oh, slow down! We're so lost, why the hurry?

 You're lost, follow me, else you'll be sorry!

You are as blind as I, this is a grey world

I shan't let you lead, I am as able as you!

 Do as you will, then, and don't expect me to worry.

The silence stifles me, won't you speak at all?

 Humph. I knew you would have to call.

 Come, then, we shall talk and walk.

So where do we go, have you a clue?

 We'll let the string unravel the ball!

The mist has left you Crazed!

 What rot, it is you who are amazed!

What string do you hold, then, mad person?

Ah, let it be, you are after all a dolt!

 Dolt or not, let us move, unless you want to be dog-chased.

What is that sound?

It must be.. water? Is that what we've found?

 Oh no, you've lost all reason!

 We've walked through water all this while

 In fact, we've all but drowned!

Oh do stop it!

You're contrary and rude

Bossy and perverse

 Ha! is that how it is?

 And how polite are you?

 

Yes, yes, random poem. Just got written for no particular reason!

So Blue

I was so fascinated
I took a step forward, and another
And never even knew, unthinking

It had such a rich colour
And then the hues would change...
Even as I watched, unblinking

It swallowed me up, I knew not when
And suddenly I awoke

I was changed, I was tinted!
Then it cast me away, just in time to see
How beautiful the colour was for me

It was a rainbow, and it was all the same
Within me, around you
It was all so Blue

Solo

Sometimes, being accessible to others makes one inaccessible to oneself.

a year later...

In the one year since you left us, we have constantly felt your presence with us, guiding us, helping us through our most trying times, and though we miss you so much, we believe you must be following your habit of doing good to others even in heaven! Love you!

[Recently, there had been talk of putting up one of those 'in remembrance' things for nani in the Koshur Samachar. Being the youngest, the job of drafting a fitting tribute fell into my lap. However, as we needed something somewhat solemn, I really didn't have much chance of writing something suitable! Ultimately, a rather touching poem was chosen and it all came out quite nicely, I believe. For this space, I'm putting up my tribute to the memory of an adorable person.]