Where Magic Lurks

I want to be there, in the land of writers and singers and dreamers. Where the nights float away against a bonfire as the gentle strumming of guitar strings lets me step on the moon. Where colourful people sit against pale stone walls and tell each other stories of surreal survival. Where hope rises like a phoenix from the ashes of sorrow, and poetry lights up our souls with each other’s glow. Where magic lurks in the corners of strangers’ smiles, and we drown out our collective insecurities with thumping heartbeats. Where the spirit of a lost song forms from our silences and lets its lyrics fall on our barren tongues like raindrops.

Out Of The Blue

And then

Out of the blue

The fog would clear

And you’d sit back

Laughing,

Wondering

Why you were ever afraid in the first place.

As Time Goes By

I suppose things are beginning to look up. 

Wifi is back for one thing, which means I can proceed to Press with abandon and seek the help of Netflix to get me through these very troubled times. The television is not of much help these days in spite of the thousand odd channels that one is bestowed with of late; it is funny how quality tends to degrade with quantity. 

I decided to visit the black and white era where horrid enterprises such as entrance exams for post graduation did not exist. It is wise to opt for fantasy when reality offers little comfort. So it came to be that I went on a Roman Holiday and then had a couple of drinks at Rick’s in Casablanca. 

It seems sort of fitting in hindsight that I chose these of the lot. Both are unconventional, in the sense that the lovers part in the end, but in spite of that glitch they end on happy notes. I found that comforting. I like to believe that the same applies to our lives too. We vouch for things and indeed hope for them to come true, putting up a good fight where we think it’s due, and holding on to our dear faith in happy endings. But it just so happens that the endings are almost never what we intend them to be, but it also so happens that the same need not make the endings sour.

As time goes by, everything gets better. Most of the riddles are answered and the unanswered ones still provide us with amusement. As time goes by.

All we need to do is wait.

Things To Let Go

Do check out this article from Thought Catalogue. It has the best perspectives to start the year off with.

Happy new year everyone!

Another Day

To wake to an early bird’s call

When the sky is unlit and grey

And feel the stillness calm my soul

I’d live another day

To gaze at meadows lush and green

With blushing blooms in array

Kissed by the breeze unseen

I’d live another day

To listen to the bickering birds

And watch squirrels at play

To fantasize their singsong words

I’d live another day

When the sun no longer shines

And dark clouds line my way

When bleak and morbid signs

Lead my thoughts astray

That even storms do bring

A rainbow, a flowery May

I shall in my heart sing

And live another day