Drench Me In Life!

My eyes are closed and I can hear silence. It is whispering in my ear, so softly that it is hard for me to understand the secrets its trying to tell me. Its riding on the morning breeze and drifts by me in a flash just like the tangy, zingy flavour as you bite the rind of a freshly picked orange by accident. 

Its an early spring morning and as I lay naked on this six feet wide road that zigzags between an expanse of mustard fields like a snake; the pebbly, nipping road tickles my back while a gush of wind caresses my bare skin leaving me with a spasmodic shudder.

The sun yawns lazily upon my feet, tingling and stealthily balming my almost numb body.

Its a beautiful feeling as i am laying there oxidizing my gold-leafed body in the morning zephyr.

A Spoonful of Sugar

This time I want to post in first person without the settings being some ambiguous place, and that is so because I want to share an experience with all you guys. I have been looking at people caught up in quite some situations, since a few weeks, and I couldn't make any sense out as to why they were going through all that they were but today just as I was doing some everyday chores, I realised that yes things aren't easy and maybe, we may say that people are helpless, but are we looking at things closely enough...i don;t think so!

What if we are ignoring the fact that no one ever is helpless.We all need to stand up for what we believe and and work hard for our goals and when you work this determined towards something, even Nature itself can't help but smile down at you while you fight against the tides no matter what season of the year it may be. 

So keep fighting and keep smiling and never regret anything that you do, because by the end of the day, it makes you who you are, and remember, there is nobody prettier than you (inside and out)! =)

Imprint Me In Stone

I stand in the center of a cold stone amidst the fast flowing river…on the river banks …I can see small caves jutting out here and there. I can feel something trickling down my eyes but I don’t want to know what it is. I don’t want to feel the moist trails left the trickling on my cheeks. A strong gush of wind slaps my hair across my face and lashing them in my eyes. The sun is setting at the horizon and there is a sharp orange line that slowly blends and dips into the approaching dusk, I want to drink the water from the river as it seems as if the reflective glow of the sinking sun has gold or maybe the elixir of life mixes in with it. I wonder to myself, maybe this becomes my savior as I’ll build a cave around me.

A cave similar, or if not similar, then more life-sucking than those that I see around me. Tonight, I know I’ll build a cave around me. A cave celebrating me and my existence in isolation.

But I know, as I’ll be picking up small rounded river rocks and placing them around me with the cold of the night stealthily tickling my bare feet with the stone underneath them, I’ll be visited by pixies tonight.

They will sing me hearty songs and we’ll sit around a bonfire eating marshmallows. They will tell me stories of fairies and nymphs and seeing their big, round eyes flicker in the light of the fire and their shiny noses and content smiles, I know I’ll dose of in a tranquil slumber and enter a meadow dotted with daisies and cashmere sheep here and there.