Turquoise Taming Tornadoes

Dear love, Nobody can love you more than me, get that. Cannot outdo. You'll continue to make me weave the possible outcomes to our story and every next turn is still unpredictable. I'll sketch your face everytime in my mind that song will play when that was happening. And those 'thats' being the various incidents I attached songs to. Running in corridors with craft, was I crafting a hopeless love? Culture exchange programme we lived. Your body pains were never felt by you alone, they struck somewhere harder, somewhere where a red room ardently held on its tenant refusing to let its real corners be confronted by another. They say childhood crushes are meaningless oh, look at you.. You still hold all the meaning I have to love and belongingness. Oh dear you'll travel the world, swim all the oceans, taste all cuisines and wines, read all inspiring lives and texts but my post stamps will be deep imprinted on your body so you'll always be delivered to me, you'

Right now it does seem impossible and I am fetching all sorts of help to get to what once I did all by myself. Yes, Not more than 3-4 years back I lost an enormous weight to reach a whooping 47 kgs. It is indeed a sensitive topic but as long as I'm working I have no shame in accepting it because it takes real courage to get going, striving for a change and even more to accept it. Those days I was more than obese. They were my early teens and people all around left no stone unturned to make me feel different and less of. Some of my own people calling me useless. Coming home from school to my couch and cartoons on television everyday for hours until evening, not even bothering to take off the uniform that felt tight. Nothing was to change anyway! I just lay staring the ceiling. Probably then the criticism started working. Maybe if not lose anything, I could stop lying and feeling worthless and get up and do SOMETHING. Being an avid reader I designed an exercise program for myself an

You probably don't like moustaches in general but you like it on your dad. You probably don't like hairy guys but every chord his limbic hair produce with yours is magical. You probably hate kids, but your baby girl's first cry, and pee in your arms might be heavenly. You also might be allergic to dogs but cried to bits when your first pet died. Do you feel what I'm trying to point out to you? It's not that we generally like somethings and hence fall in love with them. It's the other way 'round. We are in love with something is why we tend to like it's minutest details. Is why you'll never really notice your mother's wrinkles when kissing her forehead. Is why you'll never have to think twice before cleaning your child's dirty mess. The fondness we develop for features of anything is out of the love that already exists. So find deeper into your bonds with your surroundings. Love it and the energy will bounce back. Stay basic and dig up be

People after people changing. Molding themselves to fit into the idealist criterions. Each of them leaving, making me wondering why? only to come back? Why lying to me under the stars describing how beautiful the daylight is? I know I sound broken but hell with it. A new gadget gives us more joy than new beautiful moments with beautiful people. Things have become necessities and people luxuries, choices. And so I have evolved too. I've lately not been writing for a reason as simple as I'm not able to write. Like too full to vent maybe. Developed this strange aversion for people, things and precisely social networking. I'm liking staying withdrawn and in my safe shell. Like hating everybody around me for no reason. And it's not a phase because its been as long as months this way. This disbelief in people is nothing new but now it seems more permanent. Wrecked. Nothing like I don't have people to confide in just that it doesn't amuse me anymore. Never knew being

She was left stranded in a desert she knew nothing of. The intruder of her soul had left. Leaving behind a weeping pretty face turning pale with the moon shining above her head. She ran miles and miles and fell helpless exhausted. There were stretches of rising cold sand engulfing her belief of being saved. She kept running in the hope of finding a heart that would if not save her, give her a word of consonance. She longed human interactions more than the food and the water. Hallucinations formed were of the face of the intruder who she last saw herself in the arms of. Waking from her unconsciousness it took her a while to understand it was a betrayal. Her body still lingered the smell of his scent. It was hard to believe she was betrayed. Her heart howled in fast pace telling her he had gone to bring back help. And that they were in this pain together in different places though. Her soft brown locks had seeped in the sand making it stick to her scalp with sweat. She would gather some