Sunday Scibblings: Solace

"To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry,
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do", Snow Patrol, Run
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need closure, need solace.
need you to be near,
need us to be.

what is it that holds us together?
come into my arms,
maybe this would be that solace you seek.
and maybe i'll be one with your soul,
for mine is weak.
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i need your strength,
i need your hope,
i need your happiness,
sprinkle some of those on me.
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console me,
look at me and say it will all be fine
make me feel safe,
kiss me and tell me that you will be back.

these are just words,
you are gone.
never to return.
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moving and the rain affair

i woke up to the most beautiful weather that bangalore can offer.
its the monsoons again, and i am loving it!

i woke up to the pitter patter of rain and realized that i love my room too much. i have spent a good 8 years of my life here, the part which i actually remember. new new things in the room since the first year, but the room has been my shrine.

the view is absolutely amazing and i could have night or day by just moving the curtains. however, i did loose that advantage a year or so ago, due to termite (or they could have been aliens) attack (and my rage that those b*&%#@$s were there; so i broke the wood thingy holding the curtain and left it in my back yard). these termites made a noise, a really loud noise that kept me awake on most nights, so that explains the rage.

it is so sad that i will be moving, i will miss my shrine. my room.

rain is the best weather in the world. makes me exceptionally happy. and content. and dreamy. and in love. most of all in love with that sound, that feeling of drops on my skin. just in love with the rain.

however, i would like to be outside, wasting time, dreaming and smiling to myself instead of being at work. but that, like you can see, has not happened yet. i am at work, typing into my blog (which is also better than work, so i am smiling).

i don't want to move. i mean i want to have my own place and all, of course i do. but if i ever go to visit family i want it to be this house, not the one i have to move to now.

i have had my secret affairs with the rain in this house, when all were asleep. i will miss sneaking up to the terrace and stealing a few dances and kisses from the sky.

how i wish time would stop; not go back, but just stop. i wouldn't mind typing this over and over again.

Sunday Scibblings: VISION

There she lay, on the cold floor, with her eyes torn. Her body screamed a silent sigh.
Her lips chapped from the dehydration of crying for 2 days.
Her eyes gazed outside the window, a stare that could shake the demons of hell. Her body barely moved, except the practiced breathing.

I stayed by her side, through the grieving. I did not know how to console her soul, I just stayed there; nearby, if ever she needed me or a listening ear.

She began sobbing again, she didn't have the energy to cry. But the dreaded sadness wouldn't allow silence, tears streamed down. I ran my fingers thought her hair, trying to calm her down. It didn't work, it never did. But this time she pulled my hand close to her heart, held it with all her might and sobbed.

We stayed there like that for hours, when finally she fell asleep. I couldn't bear to wake her with the movement of my hand. I lay there beside her, stroking her hair, eventually falling asleep.

We were woken up by a loud sound from outside. We saw the most beautiful sight outside the window, the whole sky was lit up in colours that we see in our dreams. The stars played along and sparkled; like a smiling child.
A vision that is hard to describe, but even harder to forget.

Purple skies all around, blanketing our lost and drained souls. She smiled, she smiled a smile that was priceless. A smile that you would form when you see your child for the first time, a smile that would make any bitter man joyous.

Suddenly it disappeared, the sky was black again, yet it seemed so fresh and enthralling.
She looked into my eyes, pulled me closer and whispered "That was my baby. She coloured the sky, she wants me to smile for her. She's happy. She's happy.."

My darling friend is now happy and recalls this day, this vision every time her heart sinks an inch.

note

do you notice when people don't say mom or dad in their sentences?
and just say him or her..its hard to notice it, because we assume they have said it in the beginning of their sentence or are just answering your question.

just a thought..
notice it, it usually means something.