Someday the sun will rise over her skin...

It's 4:30 pm and its pitch dark outside...

Winter makes her presence felt. She is cold and eerie. In the morning I watched the sun battle her for almost three hours. He was fighting a losing battle. She was powerful and in rage. Not only did she envelope him in despair, she celebrated her supremacy with her other friends- torrid wind and lashing rain. They were earthbound and met her on the way.

I think she's pretty cool. People think she can be a mean b**** though...

But there is a lil' bit of that in all of us, I would think.

:)

To The Weepies

What can I compare you to, a favorite pair of shoes?

Maybe my bright red boots if they had wings

Funny how we animate colorful objects saved

Funny how it's hard to take a love with no sting.

But come on take it, come on take it, take it from me

But come on take it, come on take it, take it from me

What can I compare you to, a window the sun shines through?

Maybe the silver moon, a smile rising

The magic of the fading day, satellites on parade

A toast to the plans we've made to live like kings.

I lose my breath despite the air

When the rain falls down I give in to despair

Pink magnolia in winter she doesn't care if you don't show up to have another cup.

What can I compare you to, when everything looks like you?

I get a bit confused with every Spring

Flowers that bloom your eyes, hummingbirds side by side

My heart won't stay entirely in this rib caging

- The Weepies

I found a band that made me fall in love with music all over again :)

Little space. Big Heart.

Every afternoon in the summer vacation, I would take a nap. My grandmother would draw the curtains to stop the sunlight from coming into the room..

She would switch on the fan. The fan always made a chugging noise. It was old and tired but it spent its life providing the most incredible service.

The room was a small one. It had one television that magically played cartoons that I loved. The magician was my grandfather.

And the room had wonderful books. You could smell them in the air. Knowledge embraced the very essence of it.

A little bed lay in the other corner, where my grandfather read the newspaper. He smiled at me as he heard the gurgle in my laughter, and then watched my dreams unfold.

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I'm the faintest fragrance in the rotting flower.
I'm the other side with the greener grass.

So much clarity exists...

So much clarity exists, but we still choose to blindfold ourselves sometimes.

I could never figure out why. Not only do we do that, we try to find things in this darkness, things that we want to see, we look for things in places where they aren't meant to be.

But so much clarity exists. Why don't we have the guts to walk without a blindfold? Is it easier to walk with it on? Are hidden treasures easier to find?

It's true what they say "ignorance is bliss" But apparently it's also being blind:)

Best friend with benefits

Oh the joy of being surrounded by solitude...
My greatest companion envelopes me
To make me laugh
He tries.
:)

New leaf, old stem

I always wondered, do we ever go through certain experiences that fundamentally change us forever? I know we change over time, we adapt to become more cynical, or so it seems. But are there certain experiences in particular that we go through and think "life will never be the same again"

"If you saw the face of God and loved
Would you change? "
- Tracy Chapman

I think back at my life. At the airport. Saying good bye to my parents and friends. Yes that was one such experience. It was not even the initial good-bye. I never accepted the fact that I was leaving my country till I went into the airport lounge. Prior to that I bade a tearful farewell to four people I loved dearly. I went in checked in my luggage and was told to proceed toward the security check. But I just had to see my parents again. So I ran back to the entrance and tried to get out. But the cop stopped me, and said nothing doing. I begged him and said I just want to see my parents, I dont know when I'll see them again. and there she was, my mom, calling my name out loud. One look, that's all I got. And she made a 'thumbs-up' sign at me, through her tears. I turned around and went back in and looked to the side to see my dad through the glass door. I took his blessings and walked away.

That was it. Life changed right then and there. In that one second. Even now when I feel incredibly pressured and burdened, I close my eyes and watch them.

It seems like if I could survive that, I could survive ... almost anything.