"Hello Darkness, my old friend, I have come to talk with you again.. "
Listen to S&G, I realize I was in that phase again. The laughter, the sunshine, the burst of energy, the monkeying around, the lively trips - suddenly they all seem to be locked inside a kaleidoscope which is visible only if I look at it. And then when I shut it, its just the Sound of Silence.'
No wonder my mind resonates with that song.
I am not depressed or exhausted . But just in a withdrawal phase. Silent. Inactive. Words cannot express my state of mind. Its when you feel everything stands still and yet you move along with the phase of life, doing the things you have to do, saying the things you want to say..yet there is a part that is cocooned and silent and still. The word is stillness not even silence, because even in silence there is music, but in this phase, it just stands still.
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Showing posts with label state of mind. Show all posts
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Friday, May 4, 2012
Lemonaid or lemonade ?
I have been travelling non stop since last August and while I was enjoying my journeys, my body , mind and soul craved for a detox. But I didnt expect it to come this way - it became a self imposed exile of sorts courtesy Murphy.
So what do you do when life gives you lemons ? Would you prefer tequilla or lemonade or lime tea ? Or would you use the lime as a medicine to prevent you from throwing up ? However , the post is not so much about whining and cribbing about Murphy's ways , but more to do with the way I have reacted when life gave me some lemons .
I panicked a bit, but then I was preoccupied. I woke up thinking nd slept thinking about the problems. My conversations were limited, my thought process frozen and my social life nil. However I did not react in any other fashion. I was silent, passive, working mechanically, finishing every day mundane chores, taking each day as it comes and waiting for the phase to pass. I removed as much as possible negative influences and influencers from around me. If I did not find anything positive to hold on to, I tried to remain indifferent pretending I am stoic.
One by one, things straightened themselves and some issues fizzled out, while others hung around, in an inactive state .I learnt patience, discovered fear, rediscovered spirituality, found support and learnt to disconnect more than to connect. However the energy inside me is dormant, probably a wee bit dead now as I am drained dealing with them..Although I turned inward, I did not introspect .I just went blank or empty. Today, when someone called me and asked me, " Whats up " I realized I had nothing really to say..The slowing down may have cleansed me a bit of my worries and tensions, but I suddenly feel the emptiness inside me. Its like the danger has passed or is passing, but I lie wasted...probably I need more time for myself to find my mojo back
So what do you do when life gives you lemons ? Would you prefer tequilla or lemonade or lime tea ? Or would you use the lime as a medicine to prevent you from throwing up ? However , the post is not so much about whining and cribbing about Murphy's ways , but more to do with the way I have reacted when life gave me some lemons .
I panicked a bit, but then I was preoccupied. I woke up thinking nd slept thinking about the problems. My conversations were limited, my thought process frozen and my social life nil. However I did not react in any other fashion. I was silent, passive, working mechanically, finishing every day mundane chores, taking each day as it comes and waiting for the phase to pass. I removed as much as possible negative influences and influencers from around me. If I did not find anything positive to hold on to, I tried to remain indifferent pretending I am stoic.
One by one, things straightened themselves and some issues fizzled out, while others hung around, in an inactive state .I learnt patience, discovered fear, rediscovered spirituality, found support and learnt to disconnect more than to connect. However the energy inside me is dormant, probably a wee bit dead now as I am drained dealing with them..Although I turned inward, I did not introspect .I just went blank or empty. Today, when someone called me and asked me, " Whats up " I realized I had nothing really to say..The slowing down may have cleansed me a bit of my worries and tensions, but I suddenly feel the emptiness inside me. Its like the danger has passed or is passing, but I lie wasted...probably I need more time for myself to find my mojo back
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Buzzing
There is a lot of buzz thats going on at home. Well, it has nothing to do with me directly, but it seems to have caught me in its fold . Im just a little speck being thrown around by the gusty winds with no sense of direction or destination. In a way, the buzz keeps me going. I am not worried about the storm. But I am worried about the calm after the storm. That is when the mind starts becoming stormy and it needs to be calmed.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Musings by the sea shore
The mountains beckon some, the forests lure you, there is a charm in an old heritage monument and a certain peace in a remote town . I often get lost in new worlds, some that let me escape the mundane realities of life.
But when my mind is restless, I often seek the waves. The ebb and flow of the waters reassure me, the fury of the waves calm me down, the foam bathes my mind and the endless space of sand, water and sky give me an immense faith in life. I realize I am a microcosm in this entire universe and nothing can change the dynamics of life. The rhythm must go on..some waves are rough, some gentle , some gather around your feet,letting your toes feel the illusion of being embedded in the sand, but they let go eventually,
However the colours change as I watch the entire skyscape enact a drama in front of me . Colours of life , I call them - rose, crimson, blue, grey fill the sky as it becomes an open palette.The fluffy white clouds flit in and out ,wrapping the sky in its fold, moving from one end to another. They change their shapes , gather around together to form a big white mass where little streaks of sunlight stream out. Sometimes there is a bit of a conflict in this paradise..where dark clouds throw a veil over the brighter ones, leaving the sky in a grey tone. Life I realize is a rainbow of colours, except we do not get to choose the palette.
I watch as the shore clings on to the waves, but it ebbs leaving the foam behind ..even that evaporates only to be washed away by another wave that drags a bit of the sand with it..I wonder if relationships are like that. The waves erase the memories, the shore tries to cling, the essence is absorbed by the shore and the sea as they carry a bit of each other when they embrace..only to eventually let go. The rocks at a far end are mute spectators to this spectacle. They remain silent as the waves unleash their emotions on them. Sometimes they lash at them, sometimes they embrace, but the rocks do not respond. Sometimes I wonder if this is what they refer to as being rock solid.
I see humans living by the sea, of the sea and I wonder if their understanding of life is much better than us urbanites who worry about mundane issues . As i grapple to understand my destiny and the forces that work within them, I look around and see the entire cycle play out in front of me.
I leave my footprints on the sands of time and wonder if my dreams will come true and if they would be etched for ever, when a wave flows up to me and let the foam curl around my ankles and erase those footprints away.Destiny I realize is not always written by us. We just get to think we play a role here. A little breeze blows past my face and the voice of the waves echo in my ears..Let Go...They say, you give back to the sea something that is important to you..I did just that.I left a part of me, left behind my mind and my thoughts so that I could feel the spacelessness and nothingness inside me, and the voice still tugs in my ears..Let Go...
But when my mind is restless, I often seek the waves. The ebb and flow of the waters reassure me, the fury of the waves calm me down, the foam bathes my mind and the endless space of sand, water and sky give me an immense faith in life. I realize I am a microcosm in this entire universe and nothing can change the dynamics of life. The rhythm must go on..some waves are rough, some gentle , some gather around your feet,letting your toes feel the illusion of being embedded in the sand, but they let go eventually,
However the colours change as I watch the entire skyscape enact a drama in front of me . Colours of life , I call them - rose, crimson, blue, grey fill the sky as it becomes an open palette.The fluffy white clouds flit in and out ,wrapping the sky in its fold, moving from one end to another. They change their shapes , gather around together to form a big white mass where little streaks of sunlight stream out. Sometimes there is a bit of a conflict in this paradise..where dark clouds throw a veil over the brighter ones, leaving the sky in a grey tone. Life I realize is a rainbow of colours, except we do not get to choose the palette.
I watch as the shore clings on to the waves, but it ebbs leaving the foam behind ..even that evaporates only to be washed away by another wave that drags a bit of the sand with it..I wonder if relationships are like that. The waves erase the memories, the shore tries to cling, the essence is absorbed by the shore and the sea as they carry a bit of each other when they embrace..only to eventually let go. The rocks at a far end are mute spectators to this spectacle. They remain silent as the waves unleash their emotions on them. Sometimes they lash at them, sometimes they embrace, but the rocks do not respond. Sometimes I wonder if this is what they refer to as being rock solid.
I see humans living by the sea, of the sea and I wonder if their understanding of life is much better than us urbanites who worry about mundane issues . As i grapple to understand my destiny and the forces that work within them, I look around and see the entire cycle play out in front of me.
I leave my footprints on the sands of time and wonder if my dreams will come true and if they would be etched for ever, when a wave flows up to me and let the foam curl around my ankles and erase those footprints away.Destiny I realize is not always written by us. We just get to think we play a role here. A little breeze blows past my face and the voice of the waves echo in my ears..Let Go...They say, you give back to the sea something that is important to you..I did just that.I left a part of me, left behind my mind and my thoughts so that I could feel the spacelessness and nothingness inside me, and the voice still tugs in my ears..Let Go...
Friday, June 26, 2009
Shades of grey
I believe the world is enveloped in shades of grey. Colours like black and white are sheer reflections of the colour.
Look around us and we realize the concept of good and bad is extremely subjective and relative. Do I believe in a perfect world or a perfect person or a perfect life ? According to me, its too ideal a thought to even exist .
Inside all of us lurk grey thoughts and emotions which do not surface unless we look harder. Sometimes, we do not wish to see or feel them and tend to push them under the carpet of human emotions. Many times, we do not even wish to come to terms with them. But try as we may, we cannot refuse to acknowledge or justify or even wish them away..and I think thats part of being human.
State of mind now - Restless, edgy, escapist, confused & angry with self. Above all feeling human
Look around us and we realize the concept of good and bad is extremely subjective and relative. Do I believe in a perfect world or a perfect person or a perfect life ? According to me, its too ideal a thought to even exist .
Inside all of us lurk grey thoughts and emotions which do not surface unless we look harder. Sometimes, we do not wish to see or feel them and tend to push them under the carpet of human emotions. Many times, we do not even wish to come to terms with them. But try as we may, we cannot refuse to acknowledge or justify or even wish them away..and I think thats part of being human.
State of mind now - Restless, edgy, escapist, confused & angry with self. Above all feeling human
Thursday, June 25, 2009
All's right with the world
My mind is brimming with a series of disconnected thoughts and emotions. They are disconnected because there seems to be no logical connection between each other. My mind is hyperactive .
Following one's thoughts is like walking into a maze..sometimes you do not have a way out and yet, its an interesting journey . A thought abruptly ends or disappears or merges with another thought. Sometimes a completely different stream of thought picks up from where one leaves( I choose not to use the word ends, as I do not believe there is an end )and moves on to another thread.
Here is an attempt to follow and express one of my thoughts which seemed to have a flow..I think I managed to track this down the maze and here it is...
I woke up this morning trying to stay positive - weed out negative thoughts, influencers and triggers. It wasnt meant to be. My mind was pregnant with a lot of worries and cares. Fear found its place in it- fear of facing pain, dealing with the aftermath of pain and a sense of futility and fighting alone. I was confused and wondered if I wanted to go through this. I didnt have an answer to it.It was pulling me down . I needed strength and I wasnt sure where to find it. Something told me that it was probably lurking inside me . A minor disappointment added to it. I realized that my mind had lost its ability to deal with NO's. I needed my safety net.
I walked up to the lake, hoping to lose myself in the crowd. While I was tempted to seek solitude, sometimes feeling alone in a crowd gives you the same feeling. As I was walking,listening to the voice of nature, I saw myriad feet walk along with me..some walking towards me, some walking away from me. I didnt look up to see the faces as the momentum of the feet fascinated me . There was a movement in life, of people walking along, chugging their own burdens, their worries, their joys , their little moments carrying on with life.
A gentle breeze stroked me, brushing against my hair, almost lifting me from the surface of earth. I felt like I was travelling outside my body .Like sand particles, the breeze dusted my cares away.The sky was covered with small puffy clouds huddled together,creating another pattern as the sun tried to peep outside and look down on earth
I watched the ripples on the lake . Each one was erased by another,while more ripples formed, overwriting each other. And yet, the lake flowed in peace, calm and quiet,feeding the birds, the fish , the insects . The breeze mischievously disturbed the patterns but the lake seemed to create it all over again.
I paused after an hour of walking and looked at the momentum in nature. The whole world seems to tell me that I was just a microcosm in this entire universe and my cares are probably too microscopic to be even ackowledged. They were one of the many ripples on the lake, constantly erased by the powers of nature. And its only us humans that make a big deal about a single negative moment, a bad day or a minor disappointment . Nature just erases them without bothering to analyse or even think about them.
I moved on realizing that I have to do what I have to do, go through what I have to go through and move on...
Just remembered Frost, " In three words, I can sum up what life is.It goes on."
Following one's thoughts is like walking into a maze..sometimes you do not have a way out and yet, its an interesting journey . A thought abruptly ends or disappears or merges with another thought. Sometimes a completely different stream of thought picks up from where one leaves( I choose not to use the word ends, as I do not believe there is an end )and moves on to another thread.
Here is an attempt to follow and express one of my thoughts which seemed to have a flow..I think I managed to track this down the maze and here it is...
I woke up this morning trying to stay positive - weed out negative thoughts, influencers and triggers. It wasnt meant to be. My mind was pregnant with a lot of worries and cares. Fear found its place in it- fear of facing pain, dealing with the aftermath of pain and a sense of futility and fighting alone. I was confused and wondered if I wanted to go through this. I didnt have an answer to it.It was pulling me down . I needed strength and I wasnt sure where to find it. Something told me that it was probably lurking inside me . A minor disappointment added to it. I realized that my mind had lost its ability to deal with NO's. I needed my safety net.
I walked up to the lake, hoping to lose myself in the crowd. While I was tempted to seek solitude, sometimes feeling alone in a crowd gives you the same feeling. As I was walking,listening to the voice of nature, I saw myriad feet walk along with me..some walking towards me, some walking away from me. I didnt look up to see the faces as the momentum of the feet fascinated me . There was a movement in life, of people walking along, chugging their own burdens, their worries, their joys , their little moments carrying on with life.
A gentle breeze stroked me, brushing against my hair, almost lifting me from the surface of earth. I felt like I was travelling outside my body .Like sand particles, the breeze dusted my cares away.The sky was covered with small puffy clouds huddled together,creating another pattern as the sun tried to peep outside and look down on earth
I watched the ripples on the lake . Each one was erased by another,while more ripples formed, overwriting each other. And yet, the lake flowed in peace, calm and quiet,feeding the birds, the fish , the insects . The breeze mischievously disturbed the patterns but the lake seemed to create it all over again.
I paused after an hour of walking and looked at the momentum in nature. The whole world seems to tell me that I was just a microcosm in this entire universe and my cares are probably too microscopic to be even ackowledged. They were one of the many ripples on the lake, constantly erased by the powers of nature. And its only us humans that make a big deal about a single negative moment, a bad day or a minor disappointment . Nature just erases them without bothering to analyse or even think about them.
I moved on realizing that I have to do what I have to do, go through what I have to go through and move on...
Just remembered Frost, " In three words, I can sum up what life is.It goes on."
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Silence spoke to her..
She heard the voice of silence calling out to her. It spoke to her in a calm, soft tone. Touching the deep recesses of her mind, drowning the murmurs of whispers that rose , it reached out to her, reassuringly.
Her mind lay swollen like a flooded reservoir unable to contain the barrage of emotions that drowned her thinking. She looked at the static sky and wondered about the dynamics of life. The night was quiet, veiled in a thick blanket of clouds, shutting life out, lulling the energies and presumably lost in a deep slumber.
She looked again and the night sky opened up its mysteries to her. It lay naked but potent . She saw a certain brightness in it, a vibrant spirit , a wave that swept her and gently washed her , cleansing her .She wondered at the energy the night sky concealed within its fold. The momentum thats hidden, that one doesnt see and feel- the tiny stars that twinkle, the thin layer of clouds that move, the waning moon that shines, the gentle breeze that touches your skin.
The emotions left her, leaving her with a sense of nothingness that made her feel complete. Her mind was like a seive that filtered them out while the vacuum filled her. She could feel her thoughts empty her being, passing through her self like wind blowing through the surface of waters causing gentle ripples but not affecting the flow . She could feel the rhythm , the slow rocking of emotions that filled her with a passion that gently released itself from her clutches, unlocking her .
It was a feeling that she could identify with - a sense of being lost,to be a microcosm in this entire universe doing its little bit to be a cog in the wheel.
She felt a sense of ablution . The thoughts bathed her down,leaving her empty and yet full. She embraced this vacuum, it filled her with peace .
She started to unthink . Let go said the voice of silence and she just stood there watching herself being released .
Her mind lay swollen like a flooded reservoir unable to contain the barrage of emotions that drowned her thinking. She looked at the static sky and wondered about the dynamics of life. The night was quiet, veiled in a thick blanket of clouds, shutting life out, lulling the energies and presumably lost in a deep slumber.
She looked again and the night sky opened up its mysteries to her. It lay naked but potent . She saw a certain brightness in it, a vibrant spirit , a wave that swept her and gently washed her , cleansing her .She wondered at the energy the night sky concealed within its fold. The momentum thats hidden, that one doesnt see and feel- the tiny stars that twinkle, the thin layer of clouds that move, the waning moon that shines, the gentle breeze that touches your skin.
The emotions left her, leaving her with a sense of nothingness that made her feel complete. Her mind was like a seive that filtered them out while the vacuum filled her. She could feel her thoughts empty her being, passing through her self like wind blowing through the surface of waters causing gentle ripples but not affecting the flow . She could feel the rhythm , the slow rocking of emotions that filled her with a passion that gently released itself from her clutches, unlocking her .
It was a feeling that she could identify with - a sense of being lost,to be a microcosm in this entire universe doing its little bit to be a cog in the wheel.
She felt a sense of ablution . The thoughts bathed her down,leaving her empty and yet full. She embraced this vacuum, it filled her with peace .
She started to unthink . Let go said the voice of silence and she just stood there watching herself being released .
Friday, January 2, 2009
The new year mantra
"That which is creative must create itself. " I had closed my eyes for a few minutes for a siesta and my mind suddenly threw up this quote . Many years ago, as a student I was fascinated by this line, spoken by my favourite poet, John Keats and often used it to sound academic .
My mind pushes my eyes to be open and shoved sleep away as I wondered..why did this line spring itself in my subconscious..is it suggesting a way to reinvent oneself from slumberland ?
"That which is creative must create itself."
My mind pushes my eyes to be open and shoved sleep away as I wondered..why did this line spring itself in my subconscious..is it suggesting a way to reinvent oneself from slumberland ?
"That which is creative must create itself."
Friday, September 5, 2008
Have you ever gone through this phase ?
1. Clogged by your own thoughts
2. Drained by your dreams
3. Exhausted by thinking
2. Drained by your dreams
3. Exhausted by thinking
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Boomerang
Sometimes life is like a game of boomerang. Words hurl only to hurt us. We think we are hurt by others and retaliate by hurting them and they in turn hurt us back. In the end, we are the ones who are hurt . We think someone hurts us, but actually we have hurt ourselves.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Hurt...the pain is usually caused by us
There are several injuries that are inflicted on us..A small cut, a slip here and a bruise there..physical injuries are often healed, though the pain, the scars still remain.
And there are the bruises, hidden, unknown to us caused by emotions and people, who constantly inflict the same wound again and again. No amount of insensitivity can cure this, as the mind heals only to 'unheal' again...yet, there is hope as we steel ourselves and pretend to be strong and believe that such emotions do not exist and such people are not required - or we agree to forgive and forget, only to realize that its not human after all to do so...
But finally the wound that never heals is that caused by us, on us. When we hurt ourselves, sometimes knowingly, sometimes willingly , when we allow others to hurt us, inviting the pain, the scars ...those open wounds never heal..when will we ever learn this ?
And there are the bruises, hidden, unknown to us caused by emotions and people, who constantly inflict the same wound again and again. No amount of insensitivity can cure this, as the mind heals only to 'unheal' again...yet, there is hope as we steel ourselves and pretend to be strong and believe that such emotions do not exist and such people are not required - or we agree to forgive and forget, only to realize that its not human after all to do so...
But finally the wound that never heals is that caused by us, on us. When we hurt ourselves, sometimes knowingly, sometimes willingly , when we allow others to hurt us, inviting the pain, the scars ...those open wounds never heal..when will we ever learn this ?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Why do I travel ?
Am I an escapist ?
Am I searching for something?
Am I lured by wanderlust?
Am I looking for something new?
Am I running away ?
Is it a fear of the routine?
Is it the energy missing in my life?
Is it to avoid people ?
Is it something I am trying to prove to myself ?
Is it to get lost ?
Am I searching for something?
Am I lured by wanderlust?
Am I looking for something new?
Am I running away ?
Is it a fear of the routine?
Is it the energy missing in my life?
Is it to avoid people ?
Is it something I am trying to prove to myself ?
Is it to get lost ?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
She ..
Her eyes looked vacantly into space. The world no longer embraced her. It stared right back at her, almost accusingly . She stood transfixed for a moment , paralysed.
She could almost feel the silence, cold and oppressive engulfing her .The skies were no longer blue- just harsh , blinding her. There was something more than silence. She felt it, but did not know what it was. The murmurs had begun. Something crept on her arms .Its out to get you , the voices said . She shivered a bit, turned abruptly. There was nothing.
She was incapable of thought or action. The air grew thicker. She closed her eyes tightly . She tried to hear her own mind.There was silence ..she opened her mouth to scream . A sigh emerged. A weak voice from inside. She pressed her ears hard, turned inward ..concentrate , she urged . Deep breaths. A beating heart. Silence . She gave up.
The vacuum had sucked her out. Life, energy, thoughts. She was breathing . But not living .
She could almost feel the silence, cold and oppressive engulfing her .The skies were no longer blue- just harsh , blinding her. There was something more than silence. She felt it, but did not know what it was. The murmurs had begun. Something crept on her arms .Its out to get you , the voices said . She shivered a bit, turned abruptly. There was nothing.
She was incapable of thought or action. The air grew thicker. She closed her eyes tightly . She tried to hear her own mind.There was silence ..she opened her mouth to scream . A sigh emerged. A weak voice from inside. She pressed her ears hard, turned inward ..concentrate , she urged . Deep breaths. A beating heart. Silence . She gave up.
The vacuum had sucked her out. Life, energy, thoughts. She was breathing . But not living .
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
crib session with a running nose
Im back in bangalore- my biggest crib..How I hate this city
Ive have a running nose and a light bout of the flu
There are carpenters and painters all over the house and there is a lot of noise
I cant even go for a bath
I have missed my yoga class today
I still havent had breakfast
The maid came early and left early without washing my clothes or buying fresh vegetables
The fridge is filled with old vegetables and I cant cook - have to go to my inlaws place for lunch
I want to curl up and sleep with an agatha christie and I cannot
I just want to sleep..after all medicines induce you to
I wish I hadnt come back to bangalore
Ive have a running nose and a light bout of the flu
There are carpenters and painters all over the house and there is a lot of noise
I cant even go for a bath
I have missed my yoga class today
I still havent had breakfast
The maid came early and left early without washing my clothes or buying fresh vegetables
The fridge is filled with old vegetables and I cant cook - have to go to my inlaws place for lunch
I want to curl up and sleep with an agatha christie and I cannot
I just want to sleep..after all medicines induce you to
I wish I hadnt come back to bangalore
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Lessons in solitude
I woke up today to realize one universal truth .That you are always alone ...in your happiest and your most miserable moods, in your strongest and weakest moments, in your thoughts, in your worries, in your actions , in your decisions , in your dreams , in your desires, in your sleep, in birth, in death, in life ...and i think im beginning to understand that
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Holiday
Im off on a holiday - why do I need a holiday when I am anyways on a holiday ? Well, I need to celebrate and blow up some hard earned money .Im tensed and yet relaxed and I hope to see you all after a while ...until then ..
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Quo Vadis ?
I'm perched high and I need to fly away , go on a long journey ...Its autumn in my life and the leaves have fallen,only for spring...but do I need to fly away or wait for spring in this branch ? Where do I go from here ?
Monday, June 4, 2007
June 4
A strange sense of peace settles in ...its strange as I cannot fathom whether this is peace . Yet I know I have made the choices that I wanted to make and I know I have made the right choice
Life throws in a few surprises sometimes ..this time it surprised me myself ...
June 4 is an important day in my life ... 7 years ago and even now ...I feel a grip on myself and I know its not me holding on to me ...
Life throws in a few surprises sometimes ..this time it surprised me myself ...
June 4 is an important day in my life ... 7 years ago and even now ...I feel a grip on myself and I know its not me holding on to me ...
Sunday, May 27, 2007
I've thrown caution to the winds...
The breeze brushes past my cheek ... a soft caress that trickles down . I can feel the rush of emotions ......I cant contain myself anymore as I feel the touch of the first rain drops on my face ..The wind lifts me out of this mire as the rain washes my thoughts away... I rushed out to feel the moments... I'm lost to the world ...A song in my heart , a spring in my step...I want to feel the rain touch my mind and body and leave a new me ...
I walk in the rain and I walk down memory lane ...years younger as I tug at the rain laden leaves to shower rain on me .I let the rain purge my soul , drown my worries and wash my memories
Its raining in bangalore ... Its beautiful and I dont want to let go this moment .I love life ...I've thown caution to the winds...I want to feel every moment of my life and live it ..
I walk in the rain and I walk down memory lane ...years younger as I tug at the rain laden leaves to shower rain on me .I let the rain purge my soul , drown my worries and wash my memories
Its raining in bangalore ... Its beautiful and I dont want to let go this moment .I love life ...I've thown caution to the winds...I want to feel every moment of my life and live it ..
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