Make me a butterfly!

Looking through the window
At the glittering city skyline
The temple bells chiming
Somewhere far away
Register in my tempestuous mind

The bustle of my house
Fails to pull me out
Of my myriad thoughts
Comprising you and me

Realizing the futility of
All I feel for you
How fanciful my thoughts are
How consumed I am by you

I switched on the lights
Wishing the harsh glare
Would work to dispel
The gossamer dreams
That in the darkness dwell

A flighty little butterfly
Danced by my side
She then perched on my arm
As if content in life

How furtively I wished
To have been that fly
To perch by your side
At peace with my life.

New Beginnings

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. And it’s been easier to just sit and delay writing instead of jumping in. I guess I didn’t really believe everyone when they said that you have to keep doing something if you want it to keep it glowing within you. And now, that passion I had for writing, the burning need I had to write has slowly faded. It’s still there but…it now feels like an effort. Like it doesn’t just flow anymore.

A friend long ago mentioned that the toughest part of writing was the blank page and even though I’d agreed to the principle meaning of the words, I truly never imagined that I’d be sitting infront of my computer screen trying to grasp words- in futility.

What’s worse is, I have tons of ideas brewing. Earlier, I lacked ideas. Now I lack the ability to put them into words.

Why am I writing this? More so, why am I posting it?
-Coz this “ramble” is the only thing which came effortlessly and I needed to have it out there somewhere to create a perspective.

I’m going to start writing again. Even if its just random lines which dont connect or stilted poetry.

I started out with this blog last year, around the same time. I guess I’m doing another “starting out” again.

(Let’s just hope I don’t loose steam again.)

Solitude

So I wrote this a while ago and didn’t post it coz I wanted to edit it and make it all perfect. And I realized, in my goal of making it perfect, I’d stopped writing coz it wasn’t getting edited by me. Here is the unedited version. I hope it touches you on some level.

The vast expanses of open spaces
Is dotted with twinkling lights
And the sinewy gravel road
Speeds past my pensive eyes

Cranking up the radio
To a channel that croons the blues
I feel my shoulders loosen
As my mind wanders alone

Empty spaces, empty places
Feel stifling tonight
This self-inflicted solitude
No longer provides respite

I pull down the window
To loose myself in the swishes of the wind
And it feels like I’m fighting
The cyclone raging within

Barren roads, barren trees
Mirror the bleakness within
Feel like they’re beckoning me
While I’m driving aimlessly

The speeding trucks and cars
All have a destination in mind
As they rush through the journey
Wishing for home all the time

Ramshackle houses, ramshackle stalls
Where the paint is peeling & no one stops
Feel like a portrait of my heart
Where people pass, but never halt

I park on the wayside
And heave a desolate sigh
I know I have to turn back
I dread the long night

Shadowed rooms, & a shadowed bed
That light cannot make bright
Await me at the end of the road
That stretches by my eyes

I stare at the stars up above
Wishing for you by my side
Entwining your fingers in mine
Like you did every other night.