Outside

I looked outside,
Saw the bloom
in its finest

The leaves rose and fell
With each passing wind
I sat by counting those that left
My count being less and less

I watched the mighty tree denuded
Slowly with each falling leaf
Standing all alone, forlorn

Striking a chord within me
A mighty tree all alone despite itself

Those damned thoughts again..

Lost again, somewhere beneath all those thoughts clamouring to be heard first, leaving behind all sense of rationality. Its hard to be impulsive and equally difficult not to let in to your impulses. Its hard to notice those signs you have been dreading all along, but harder still to pretend you know nothing.

Maybe that is where lies the difference, between potential and reality. Perhaps people who make it to their aims have the belief in themselves to back their decisions, rather than agonising over their decisions.

Perhaps you make a decision and stick to it.

But then, I am fighting a losing battle with my thoughts..

Just rambling on

Funny how time flies by. One moment, you are a newbie at a place and the next,it seems like you have been there for ages. And this experience happens over and over again. Its at such moments when you reminisce that you perhaps tend to see some sort of pattern in your adaptation; whether it be things or places or people.

Then comes the realisation that things can be far more exciting, if perhaps you can find a way to tweak this pattern or even break free from it especially if things have not been going your way. And the answer is usually right there in front of you, waiting for you take it up and explore and widen those self imposed limits.

I guess, all it entails is a bit more of effort and a bit more of sincerity and clarity; whether it be studies or interests or the people that matter to you. In fact, with people you realise how much things can change when you learn to concede at times and realise that you have provided joy to those people who matter to you and correspondingly gain joy yourselves. It makes you understand the value of being there for your loved ones and the joy you feel when they are there for you too.

I guess that is what makes the world go round..

I have no idea where this article is heading to:), i guess just a ramble of my thoughts.

Rains

The rain, oft written about in different modes of lyrical eloquence or simple clarity are simply a sight to behold. And I must add myself to that list of those who enjoy it; the rain lovers.

No matter the time of the day, watching the rain through a window and feeling the cold and even chilly wind can only conjure up happy moments for me. Even better is the getting wet part, initially a bit and then after a while; abandoning all caution,I get wet.

Its even better when u feel the droplets on your face, especially the small ones. Somehow, they seem capable of a sort of primal joy that few other activities bring about. Looking forward to enjoying the season and without catching a cold, hopefully.

Just a game

Some more random lines, again written during class hours

Wheeling and dealing
Clattering on the floor
Things go wrong, And
You fall back to the ropes
Buoyed back by those cries
On your feet, And
Back to those highs

But then, its
Just a game, my friend
Just a game.

Back and forth
things they run
Some steps back, But
The game moves on
Some surge ahead
Just as the game ends
As if,
Right on cue
Leaving those down, with
Lost chances to rue

But yet again, its
Just a game, my friend
JUst a game........

Just Bored

Just not feeling like doing anything, nothing is wrong and yet the mind seems lost. Just cant seem to harness it back, not even to my writings. Finished reading a novel and dont want to start reading another, cause that will make me read till I finish and thus hamper a lot of plans.

Started a short story, but again stuck in the middle, just cant decide the sequence of events, especially the conclusion. perhaps that is what happens when you set out with a set of conslusions in mind. Now, trying to just let the writing flow, hope the end will be come correspondingly.

Just too tired to do anything write now and too bored to sleep off..

So far from home

Some random lines written during consti class

Here I am, On the road
Once again, Far from home
Far from you..
And thos beautiful eyes

The road goes on, I drive along
No aim in mind, just moving on

Your thoughts come, I close my eyes
Happy moments..come fleeting by
Heaping up..become stack and heaves
Like my own treasure trove

Those moments pass, I look ahead
But the breeze picks up,.....And
I sense your smell
You seem to be...here and there
You seem to be..just everywhere

Love you high, just can't deny
Miss you so, Miss that touch

But I am, On the road
Just so far....
So far from home