In pursuit of stars, I run and I run; Away from plush bars, To get my knots undone. The city thrums around me; The garish blare of electric lights, And I long to break free, To the soft beams of simple starlight. Oh woe be unto me, For here ’tis nowhere to be found. I must away now flee, From all this noisy city sound. I take course away from man, The silent road forgotten by my kind. And so without a plan, I seek whatever I shall find. The…read more
This is for those who never stop and stay,Those whom life never lets astray.For they do not have a set path,And for whom there is no hold steadfast. They might be awalkin’ amongst you guys,Haunted souls who never seem unalive.Either bristling with uncontained energy,Or roving the depths, they will be! Those who seem to have no home,Roaming about like a vagabond.Shooed wherever they might go,By the others or their own heart’s flow. They’re restless like a hungry fly,And will be till the day they die.For nothing will ever close the…read more
Terribly, terribly busy. With the horribly tangled up PRs, to the constant pounding in the back of my head to write my SOP; it’s just been one blurry hustle of procrastination and scrambling attempts at writing a passable SOP. Anyways, I seem to have gotten somewhere with it. Along with exercising, eating healthier, and being more positive, it seems like I CAN be positive. Humph. Who knew. Anyways, I hope even if(when?) the positive outlook recedes, I can still keep up the other healthier habits. It is true what they…read more
I seem to have taken a hiatus from writing poems. I know it looks like that from the two stories in succession, but it’ll come. It’s just a break, and I’m really enjoying the different style in which the stories have been written. I might seem awfully full of myself when I tell you that ‘the stories have been written’, but trust me, that’s how it is. I don’t have absolute control when, and how, they are penned, or in some cases, typed. They’re two different, beautiful mediums through which…read more
I have always been afraid of dogs. People say it’s because I’m a girl, but I don’t believe that’s true. I remember a few drunk friends of mine, female, ferociously attacking dogs when barked at, so I don’t think that stereotype holds for most girls. Anyway, it does hold for me. I am almost paralysed when dogs come running to me. They might be called cute, but in my eyes they are ferocious creatures which have no shred of mercy in them. If you’ve ever experienced a dog running towards…read more
I was on another one of my moonlight strolls through the asphalt streets of the city. My companion walked beside me in absolute silence. Words were but a hindrance in the absolute oneness of our companionship, and we were silent. The roads were completely deserted but for us, making us feel like gods. We walked along, our breaths misting in the cold air, our bodies walking parallel. An empty field crept up alongside the path, making it seem like the world ended on that side. It had a wall along…read more
The stars shone above,Echoing the world she lost;Bringing back the time she would bow,If she had not kept her trust. She thought of the toil she had done today,And her net so full of fish,She felt content, keeping hunger at bay,And was ready for tomorrow’s dish. The smell of the earth and sea,And the fragrances playing with the falling dusk,Lulled her into reminiscing sleep,Calling upon her story of strife and lust. She went back to the day,When she was set free,Splendidly wrapped, fresh and gay.Twas the day when she would…read more
A little context: I had just started feeling like I could write again for myself, and the first thing I felt like writing was what I was thinking about right then. “Bind me not before you know what I can create, but if after having set me free, the wonders I bring forth are not worth my freedom.” “I love drawing fires, because a fire has no form. It has been as definite as a drop of water, and as scattered as embers in the wind. No matter how you…read more
He stared away, as the world moved around him,And he rotted inside as he could not bear, The needles boring into his soul, The pricks of a mind desolate. He tried and tried, to get away, But the ghosts haunted him all day, And when the voices finally stopped, His walls broken, himself uncorked. He was bare to the world, Open to pain, and all hurt, And the reapers came and slashed across, The darkening core this man had got. And the fatal miscarriage inside him, His…read more
Warning: I wrote this while on a bus on a trip with friends to Coorg, amongst a busy cacophony, so it might not upto the mark, but eh, here goes. Sitting in a bus riding along, my thoughts travel alongside. Racing ahead, they seem to always come back to where I am. Even after piercing through the veil of time, they move forward back to where I am. My friends and I revel in the simple joy of companionship. No one speaks, because there is no need to. The songs…read more