XCENTRIC-ANGEL

Windy Windows Warm Mornings Cold Blankets Love soaked Soul Misty Eyes Dreamy Insights Thoughtful Moments Lazy restful Soul Magical Feelings Glowing Dark Flowing Steadiness Pensive playful Soul Earthly Attachments Fiery Disposition Airy Emotions Water Tight Soul Blue Walls Red Dots Yellow Music Color fest in the Soul. by, Teja Priyadarshini

Death Star Was all I saw, Last breath Last second. Waiting for Eternity Passing on Light filled path Fear over comes all But wait Is that how it should be? Shouldn't Love take over Response is slow Heart beat, stings Pain felt Needle prick at first Stronger it gets Tears are salty when they fall Swollen eyes Red from hurt Soul shines Happiness everywhere Lurking in shadows Black death stares When all is over what is left? Life reborn A memory gone. Death Star we all are Rare as it gets Our soul we bare. by, Teja Priyadarshini

Misty mountains, take you back, to a place, you held close to your heart. Cool breeze, reminds you of those warm nights stitched into time, with a tread so fine. Heart aches, to go back in time. To do things, we didn't believe in. Looking for a chance, to rebuild a moment. Searching for something, and finding nothing. Warm smell of wood, eyes tear up Shawl pulled around, but soul bared. Memories come, memories go Thinking of wishes made on a shooting star. Echos of the past, a tug at the heart Shadows creeping out of the corners of the mind A sound heard, a voice forgotten. Faces seen; a person you have never been. Soul searches, and finds itself, lost in time. Lost in time, Lost in time, Lost in Time. by, Teja Priyadarshini

Look around you? What do you see? Have you seen your self dress this way maybe a few months ago? Have you seen the new tree that is slowly growing outside your house? Have you seen that new building across the road? What does this tell you?  Everything changes. Nothing remains the same for too long. We change and so does everything around us. We may feel these changes sometime, and sometimes they happen without us noticing them. As humans we incorporate change on a daily basis. Habits change, behavior changes, clothes, houses, relationships, people, nature, everything changes. Everything around us and inside us tells us that the only thing constant is change. Then why are we so afraid of it? Why do we get so comfortable with something when we know for sure it changes? Aren't we supposed to get comfortable with change itself? Why do we alter our reality to such an extent that we blind ourselves to the only constant thing - Change?  Well, I feel we do this so that ...