Tags: imagination, Life, poem, poetry, words
I can see stardust in the words,
making them casualties of my imagination
The light has to be just right
A time at night,
tilt your head just so
and the words will alight
a fey ecstasy
Last night around 1 or 2, can’t remember, while reading a book of short stories. Learned about the word ‘fey’ for the first time from the book and borrowed it.
Tags: dreams, Life, poem, poetry, random
Fish were so hungry,
they leapt and flew in the air.
Clouds disintegrated into
particles of air or crystals.
I couldn’t tell,
but it was beautiful somehow.
I was going to live in a house
There were stairs
and gorgeous views.
I had to duck from the fish
and try to get away from distractions,
to get pictures of the clouds,
disintegrating crystals or particles
that they were.
I walked the streets,
following an unknown figure.
Maybe it was the love of my life
I can never tell,
but in the end it didn’t matter
because I was trying to capture those clouds.
10:32 am wrote this right after I woke up because I had to jot down my dream, it was so visually interesting and beautiful, and this is exactly what it was.
Tags: Life, musings, poem, poetry, random, restless
That sometimes I think there are days that
will fall away
and I’ll drift in their dust
and we’ll be particles
in the air waves
crashing against each other
12:08 am in my bed in California and I just realized that the last post was written at the same time a little more then 8 months ago in a different continent.
I want the waves to engulf me
so I am swept away
I want the wind to lift me
so I take flight
with the fish
with the birds
Where I can hear music
in the lulls of the sea
and the curves of the sky
into a depth so deep
a height so high
where I’m finally free
12:08 am in Mumbai at the beach on Carter Road while listening to Tum Ko from Rockstar.
Tags: Art, black and white, Drawing, henna design, Horse, illustration, ink, Life
From last month, while trying to divert my mind from life. Scanner still sucks.
Tags: desire to leave, escape, Life, poem, poetry, running way, travel
I had the strongest urge to run today
the muscles in my legs twitched and
I could feel my spine getting ready for motion
my mind’s eye visualized the escape routes,
saw the seat on a bus, train, but most likely an airplane
with me and a book
learning a language to make conversations
with other fugitives from their current lives
this wasn’t a new or strange urge though, it’s become routine even
soon I won’t be able to withstand it anymore
my body’s preparation for escape
the urge won’t be contained with a deep breath and
a call for patience
September 3, 2012
Long after midnight
Tags: Art, drawings, illustrations, ink, mine, watercolor
I was bored, so I thought I’d scan in some old drawings from art class. Medium is watercolor and ink. Unfortunately, the quality isn’t great because apparently my scanner sucks, but lazy to redo it. Maybe I’ll repost another day, for now I’m leaving it as is.