XCENTRIC-ANGEL

Lazy thoughts in my head, make me wonder if I am dead. Cookies, chocolates and ice creams too this is not want I want from you. Free wild and absolutely high Hands out, I run towards the open sky. Yellow flowers sway and dance I laugh at the owl's stance. Blue, green, yellow and pink, in all these colors my feet sink. Cool waters tickle my feet, when I try and move them to an African beat. The sun has started to melt, in the dark green grass I knelt. My body heavy, my mind still active fireflies hold my heart captive. Cool breeze dries my sweat as I lay their in Nature's debt. I realize that the breeze is not the gentle wind, but the fan in my room that is on full spin. I feel lost and helpless in my bed, what if it was true, all of what I just said. Lazy thoughts like these in my head, make me wonder if I am dead.

Happy Birthday to me I dont know what I will be, I am a year older now, oh boy, and how! I made a wish on my birthday, But that was so yesterday. If wishes came true, I would have wished not one but two. Will I find true love, or will I take a nun's vow? I hope to reach great heights, but it will take great might. I am a year older now, and I wonder how? Is there something to look forward too? Is there something interesting to do? Happy Birthday to me, I wish the future I could see.

You try and try, but it sticks like glue. Sometimes we wonder why we cannot let go of things, situations or people, who do not make us happy. The more we avoid them, the more it seems to bother us. Why does this happen? We go through life hearing, seeing and feeling many emotions. They subconsciously effect the way we think. We don't realize this, but our brain is like a super computer. It picks up and stores information in the back of our mind. It could be something we heard. It could be something we felt very briefly when someone shouts at us. But it none the less gets stored. We harbour these subconscious memories and react to them in moments that catch us unaware. Many of us have at some point felt pain. Immense pain, that could bring negative thoughts into our minds. Like, 'I am not good enough', 'I am not beautiful', 'I am not capable', etc. You may say that you don't think that way. But in a situation you were badly hurt, a negative thought like ...

We may not know till the truth comes out, how a soul suffers through all the wonderful things it could have but refuses, because it thinks that it doesn't deserve it. I am going to tell you an unusual story, but not so unusual situation. A story about a beautiful boy. He was born as the fourth child. He had pretty brown eyes, that twinkled when he smiled. But life was not so kind to him. He was just a month old when he heard his father yell at his mother, "I never wanted him. I asked you to get get rid of him when you had the chance". To which the little boys mother replied with a loud cry of agony as she was kicked on the stomach. The baby boy started to cry. Loud unbearable screams, as fear gripped his little heart. His mother did not take him in her arms. neither did his father come. He lay in his crib and cried the whole night. This boy was called, Jack. He grew up with the same innocent features he was born with. And the fights continued. The arguments never stopped...

Lost in thoughts of how my day went, I sat in the back seat of the car, in the cool AC, looking out at the busy streets of Mumbai. My head was filled with random thoughts. Each fighting with the other to become the 'Thought of the Moment'. I passed many houses. Some small, with little paint or decoration. Others large, with huge gates as if to protect them from large predators. The humid weather of Mumbai mixed with the thick fragrant smell of the car perfume, numbed my mind. I passed many tall apartment buildings. Most of them look so old that they remind me of ghosts lurking around in broad day light. As I looked at these almost dilapidated buildings, I noticed the small windows that were etched into the sides of these buildings. The traffic picked up and our car stopped in front of one such building. Since I had nothing better to do, and since the thoughts in my head were picking up pace, I decided not to listen to them. Instead I looked aimlessly into the windows. As I gla...

Enchanted Forest Swirling black dress Shimmering skies Soft white light Moon gleems in glee The brown eyed maiden Knotted hair flowing Like a river cascading Twirling like a disc Sweet fragrant air Caressing her face Deep Crimson, wild Flowers etched in the dark Soft feet, soft step Whispers heard in the void Shinning stars on the satin black of the dress. Images come, Images fade. Eyes closed I become that girl Wild, free and on her own.

Imagine a life, when you have to share your room with your sister or brother or even your mother. And then finally when we get a chance we take a deep breath and feel, finally we are on our own. What a feeling that is! I too felt that if I lived on my own I would feel like as if I am on top of the world. Yes! I am. Probably not on top of the world, but the last floor of my apartment building. I moved into my new flat with two roommates sometime in Nov. The winter was just starting in Hyderabad. Everything looked good. Ours is a duplex flat, and my room is the one on top. There is a spiral staircase that leads up to my spacious room. As soon as you climb up, there is a huge French window (the one that is like a door from the bottom to the top) on the right. This led to a terrace with a nice view of the City. It was all nice. But the worst part was that, my room doesnt have a door!! But I compromised and thought that with a lovely terrace and a spacious room what else could one need. My ...