after foraging through my pictures.

Spring; Is the grass greener?

September.

Spring; calm, colourful and comforting the woes of Winter, crept silently in.
The door, left open and unattended by the chills of before, was welcoming.

Naturally, as dust does on furniture, Spring found an abode.

My Mind Has The Flu (Part Two)

he is blocked, my mind.

 

no amount of tissue aids

 

pharmaceuticals provide temporary relief

 

he is blocked nonetheless.

 

he aches, he yearns

 

he coughs

 

he hurts

 

fluids have done nothing

 

 

he is in limbo, can't make any decisions,

scared, possible consequences have him shaking in a corner

 

and he hides within himself

 

and he yearns for a time when he was once healthy

 

he yearns for a time when he could:

SEE music

HEAR beauty

SMELL love

TASTE photographs

and very importantly to FEEL the sillages of common law lovers.

 

my mind, shame

He has the flu

any remedies?

he is suffering



My Mind Has The Flu (part 1)

i am afraid of life happening to me

Age & Love; April.

April.

On the nineteenth of this month, I turned nineteen. Not only was another year added to my existence, but a new level of love was built and solidified on my heart. If ever I knew I was loved, I KNEW it on that day.

The purest of messages, like the one attached above, poured in from all spheres of life. One might find this normal because it was my birthday and naturally, people would be jovial. Quite the contrary applied for me. Just before my birthday, I'd been detached, heavily at that, from the land of the living. Perhaps it's safe to say I merely existed.

My birthday showed me WHY I existed and that's why it is perhaps by far, the best month of this year. I learnt love, I received love and believed in it again. What was taken away, had been restored. 

Lesson: Love lives.

Hello Hi..

When I first started writing this, what I first wanted to do was apologize to all the beautiful people who read our blog. I was going to speak of how I haven't had internet access and how my laptop kept re-incarnating as a piece of hardware that did nothing. The last two are true, by the way. What isn't however, is my apology. 

I'm not sorry.

The time spent away from our blog has been quite the interesting one. There's been growth, knowledge, laughs, misty eyes (because thugs don't cry. .) but most of all, there's been a plethora of thoughts. I'm not sure if I'll be able to tabulate them well enough but attempts are in order.

Perhaps for clarity, I'll use months because each thirty or so days brought a new perspective to life. Some months were and are still prettier than others. All months, however, were real and invaluable. 

Walk with me.

N.
xx

Scrambled

Scrambled

The fertile one has been broken,
its remnants lie splattered-
like the broken morale of a defeated
team and lying in ruins like
the spirit of a broken dream.

The shield, the protective white
has been stripped of its nobility
while the yolk of potential
has been spilled for all to see, to ridicule,
to mourn.

Together, the broken ones have
been mixed into one
indecipherable blob- potential,
youth, fertility all lost in
the heat of a hurried breakfast
pan.

The complexities of
wasted youth, lost potential,
mistaken worth all rendered
helpless in the simple plate
of a hungry man.

 

by Shiksha Dhedha