A night of tears
and a dawn of peace.
Someone gave me the grip
on the reigns
of my life back.


Feels like I could dive back
into the everyday grind
and survive a little longer.

New Lease of Life

For a burden I'd carried for so long,
it's a relief.

I feel I've broken free of
iron chains
that clipped and bound my wings.


I'm so free and light!
I am fresh at dawn.
Awake before dawn and
ready to take on the world
by its horns.

Breathing wave after wave of
lungs full of pure air,
I'm feeling as bright as the sun-
Even brighter!


To speak the truth,
I had no idea it was so
liberating.
I am proud of who I am an what I did.

No need to hide,
only need to shine.
To be the person I am,
to live a truth
quite divine.

Starry eyed,
sparkling.
Feeling grand like the Ganges!

LET ME STAY WITH YOU
AND WHISPER TO YOU SOFTLY
SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE
AND THE MAGIC FROM
ANOTHER WORLD...

LET'S MAKE US BELONG
TO A PLACE
SO FAR
THAT WE CAN NEVER RETURN

MAKE A HEAVEN FAR AWAY
FROM HOME
WHERE EVERYTHING IS TRUTH.

DARKER MOMENTS ON A RAINY DAY
WILL MAKE WAY FOR SOMBER NIGHT
OF SWEET HEAT
AND THE SILENT PAPER FLOWERS
IN FIELDS OF THOUSANDS
WILL BEGIN TO SPEAK.

FOR ALL THE WALLS WE BUILD,
CREEPERS FIND THE CRACKS
AND DIG IN DEEP
WIDEN THE CRACKS
AND
MAKE US CRUMBLE...

TUMBLING DOWN THE HILL-SIDE
SHORT GASPS
AS THE ROCKS HIT DEEP BROWN
EARTH,
THEY ROLL AROUND THE MOUNTAIN
CHECKING ITS GIRTH.

IN MOMENTS OF SUNSHINE,
THE SEA MAKES SALT,
IN THE GLIMMER OF TWILIGHT,
IT ECHOES HOWLS FROM ABOVE.
LIKE LITTLE BIRDS BY THE MILLIONS CAUGHT
IN A FISHERMAN'S NET
HOME TO BE BROUGHT.

HEAR THE RINGING IN MY EARS
AS YOU CLAMP THEM WITH YOUR HANDS.
FOR MISTAKING MY TEARS TO BE TEARS
OF PAIN,
AND MY VOICE TO BE CALLING FOR HELP.

SEEKING IN ME THINGS THAT DON'T BELONG,
IS IT NOT A CRIME?
TO MAKE THE CLOSEST OF FEELINGS THE
FURTHEST OF REALITIES,
A SIN GREATER THAN MURDER-
TO DENY TRUTH, MAKES THE THE LIE
FALL ON IT'S FACE.
AND GROW CLAWS
TO REAP YOU OF YOUR SENSES.

UPON THE DISTANT HILL-SIDE
WHEN I'D CALLED YOUR NAME,
THE WIND WAS SLOW,
MY VOICE IT DID NOT CARRY.
THE CLOTH OF MY SKIRT IT SHOOK,
GENTLY,
YET LEFT MY THOUGHTS INSIDE ME.


AS THE STORM OF FEARS COMES,
I WILL STAND UPON THE SAME HILL,
THE WIND WILL CARRY MY VOICE
AND DISPERSE.
AND PERHAPS, TWIST.

THE GREATEST OF THOUGHTS CAN BE MISUNDERSTOOD.

UPON PLUTO'S CROWN, WAS A JEWEL SO BRIGHT,
COULD LIGHT A PERFECT SEA WITH SHIMMER
OF GOLD.
LYING DEEP IN THE GOLDEN BODY,
PLUTO'S HEART LAY INSIDE ROCK
FROZEN.


LACHRYMOSE,
HER LIPS DYED WITH BLOOD OF THE DEAD,
HAS SHE FEELING? HAS SHE ANY GOOD DONE?

WHAT SEEMS RIGHT MAY NOT ALWAYS BE GOOD,
FOR WHO WILL DO THE WORKS THAT NEED DID
YET FEW VENTURE?

I LAY BENEATH A SECRET SUN,
IN MY HEART THE SAPLING
MAY BLOOM.

AND THE DAY IT DOES,
A SEA OF THOUSANDS
OF FLIMSY PAPER FLOWERS
WILL WEEP.

SAY SO MUCH- before the block burst.

I want to say so much.

Yet every time I see you,
I can never get the words to
blossom on my lips.


I take a deep breath as I take the stairs.
Climbing has been difficult,
but I realize each time,
descending the stairs is so much more
harder to control?

The air rushes past me in a
strong breeze.

Streching my muscles I can go further away from
so many things, but it brings me to places
that are closer to my heart.
Perhaps I may be going to places
that I would want to write songs about,
but I can't tell the difference between
dark and light.
I can feel the wind, but I am blind.


I can feel the pain.
Of a long sob rising up in my lungs like a jelly-fish
globular at the top and
tails below...
stings that leave burning sensations along my windpipe.

Did I find a rake to rake the dark thoughts out? no.
I froze it with icecream.

When a strong shot of inspiration
strikes your heart,
You can't even breathe.
The wind is knocked out,
your brain freezes and
your body spasms:
And you feel a rush of elation,
takes you to a peak like no other.


And yes, I'm depraved of all that.

An attempt at "Creativity"

"You have a talent," they said.
I stared at their faces
with glassy hard eyes.
No, I don't, I shouted
in my head.
"You really do," they said.
I still yelled back a stern
negation.

I started off with a pen and the back pages
of a classwork notebook
and a bagful of emotions.

I had put down
quite hesitantly
those two letters that made the word
'me'
I still remember them.

My handwriting had been very messy,
but those words were sharp,
precise and collected.
Everything that I wasn't.

And since then
Innumerable small notebooks,
hundreds of crumpled, single-lined paper chits
that found their way to the bottom of my book bag.

And those sentences that I'd read and I felt
were ones to treasure...
I'd kept them all written down.

Now I have no idea where they really are;
I just know that when you give me a pen
I can make the paper bleed.
I can make it dance and
make it weep.

I may never be able to do what
I've written about-
swim in deep water,
fly above the clouds
or get to the center of the earth;
but doesn't it all stand
metaphorically in our lives as we
turn page after page;
adventure, sunshine, rain, bows,
everything would just come tumbling our way
in a continuously random order.

I press a key and It's supposed to get me started.
I can't tho.
Somehow it's alien.
I can't make an LCD screen bleed.
It just wouldn't be sightly.

To be caught dead with fluorescent clothing at midnight in Alaska:
That's just like saying I'm creative.

To saturate your thoughts to
a condensable(of condensation) quantity,
I linger yet again at
the brink.
Of Existence, of course.

To forgive a past sin:
I have to gather up resolves much
ahead of me.
And then to pull up some more
to fill the emptiness.

To choose darkness over light:
so it doesn't really hurt your
eye,
to choose silence
over the pressing power
of unspoken-guilt,
of un-shed leaves
apon the sea of self-created
paths.

Does depression come in a foil of gold?
It glints and glimmers on every
waking second
and covers your memories with
a thin film of dust.

Dregs of brewed tea
never rise up
with the steam-
I can see my spirit lift.

A structured pattern of clothing
against soft skin
puts it in a temporarily
fixed structure of thought.
Buy one structured life
from a seller with white hands:

It should colour you a bold shade.

To know a darker shade of things:
to know as a fact that shadows
of greater things gush onto the objects
in it's 'cover'.

Words, saline in the starlight.
Lighten in the day-light.
why do things go bad, a day later?
and fester into live things
a week later?

It's a confusion of the laws
of co-existence.
Does living in one way get
you what you need to reach the end?

To wait upon a moment
when you'll be filled with
blasts of words
that will bring you to
a painful, heartfelt,
freeing release.

To long for the pristine glory
of being an individual without
a single doubt-
I've been that way ever since.
Since...I'd rather not recall.

An incomplete diet,
an unfinished story,
a weak heart-beat.

My New Infatuation- Cartoon Dolls!

Haha. I know it's been a long time since I posted. But its been owing to a lot of reasons..some of them.. just irritating.
The thing that I'm gonna talk about is DOLLS!
I was always in love with dressing up and being a D.i.V.A, but this makes all fantasy come true! As a child I had 3 dolls thro' different periods but I had imagined them in all sorts of clothes, in uniforms and what not. Even with tails. As I grew older this passion for fashion has transformed into styling and sketching clothes- which I do enjoy.

I discovered this really cool pixel doll thingie a while ago,just never collected them. Until recently I'd not realized I could use them to put up good characters and get a better grip on characterization :D This makes me very happy.

So did I make any creations? OF COURSE!
So here they are. These are just ones I put together using different sites that are sited along with the correct name. They aren't my original work ((:sob: It's soo good coz!))
A doll for every season- so from now on I decided I'd have a doll for each post.. Which would be SUPER AWESOME!