four words

elated

exhilarated

ecstatic

euphoric

what a bliss

She breathes

She reads those words, over and over, as it reminds her of the times, the sweetness in some, the bitterness in others, a mix bag of spices, a taste so good, so mysterious that no one could get the exact ingredient, she reckons.

She smiles silly, she daydreams. She yearns. She feels. She keeps busy. She waits. She frowns. She sulks. She sighs. She acts. She chats. She describes. She writes. She reads. She imagines. She hopes. She portrays. She confuses. She understands. She scares. She fears. She tries. She opens. She stares. She hears. She breathes.

1:29

so she did it, she got on that tram, she sat through it all, she walked on and on and finally got there.

It was a quiet night, she sat herself down and started doing her usual in her not so usual routine. "This is crazy," she said to herself. But as crazy as it may seem, she was indeed her usual self. Her usual antics if one may say.

Her heart was beating in anticipation, in the wait of the unknown, in search of her happiness, away from the familiar shelter she often put herself in, just to be there, just to get there.

Full Moon

the world stopped

just for this

time froze

just to look you in the eyes

the space beyond interest me not

the stars above interest me not

It was full moon

did you know?

the clock ticks

just to get to that moment

the world awaits

just for this

Not Clingy

Clearly this is not something I like

not something usual

Not something ordinary

I am not clingy

I am not clingy

I do not hang around

clinging on like this

Clearly this is clearly not something I adore

not something familiar

But something exciting, perhaps?

I am not clingy

I am not clingy

I do not hang around

clinging on like this

But you make me so

Who is to be blamed?

The birds? Sky? Rain? The air perhaps?

May this inexplicable phenomenon continues to unravel more exciting journey ahead

Blue's Lament

He has given me

a reason to write

She gives me

thousands of excuses not to make right

As this moon eclipses

and the time elapses

the slight glimpse of the sun she indulges

was just sweet molasses

He has given me

a reason to hope

She gives me

a confusing signal to grope

green fields

blue skies

fogs in the morning

starry nights

I've been there before

Have you?

all I ask of is just you

if you are still you

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I wish you well

I wish you joy

I wish you happiness

For life is full of spite

full of surprises

full of desolation

I hope you are good

that you are fulfilled

that you are at peace

As this eviction

executed with conviction

Should cast no more apprehension

no more than mere self liberation

Lost

Am I sleeping?
Or am I awake?

Either way I am lost
Either way I am scrambling

Is this real?
Or just an illusion?

Neither of it explains
Neither does it confuses

It is quite simple
yet it is complicating

It is just a low ride
A walk in the tunnel
A stroll by the dark beaches

'neath a clear sky
yet a dark moon

walk on, my dear, walk on
you will find your way
out of this

you

are just a bunch of clouds
unreachable
high up there
floating
changing and smiling at me

it must be fun just doing this
being there
being here
being nowhere

It must be good just doing this
to appear
to disappear
to just be near

so close to heart
so close to me

Wind and wind and wound up over everything~

Attention readers of this orbiting satellite:

The above is just a line taken from a song by Kings of Leon. I have taken a liking to this song for some strange reason. It's just nice to listen to in such a quiet Saturday afternoon. To add, it has inspired me to write some random random thoughts today.

Wind and wind and wound up over everything~ I guess I'm trapped in my own web of imaginations, my world of dreams, world of possibilities, seamless and endless journey.

This is the time to make time
this is the moment to seize
this is just the way it is

Optimism could be overtaken by unnecessary worries sometimes~

Wake up with a smile.

Sleep like a baby..

Dream like you never had before..!

Astray

Adrift in this sea of nothing

Everything seems so blue

Nothing felt real

Something's just not right

Floating amongst the bed of clouds

Everything seems so white

Nothing felt as warm

Something's just so wrong

Wandering on these fleet of streets

Everything seems so dark

Nothing felt as cold

Something so unfamiliar

When you are not here

Living on Music

I've been doing nothing much with faculty of mine, apart from overloading it with legal jargons and concepts which I have never been accustomed to all these while.

In between, I live on music. It fills my vault. It feeds my emotions. It eases my pain. It gets me by.

Is this it? Is this enough? 

Well, when you lose something, you have to substitute it with something else.

My guess is... you are probably doing the same.

4 again

No No NO

This Can't be it

This Can't be it

for what it is

it's just not what it should be

I hear it
I feel it
I want it
I long for it

At your 4

If it's that easy
If it's that simple
I'll do it
I'll go with it

It'll be good
In fact more than you could expect
More than you could ever imagine
'cause it is almost perfect

True that
It could be just coffee
Pure music
Pure nothing
It's still beautiful

It's still beautiful

Pure music
Pure nothing
It's still beautiful
It's just perfect