Exams are here…finally

 

Thank god for small mercies…exams are here, and for once, in so many months, I'll probably have time for myself.

No studies, no submissions and no teachers- I feel like Alice Cooper, only that instead of singing, I'll probably be sitting at my comp and playing games…yes, my only vice amongst many that my father doesn't seem to mind so much.

Well, that's about it.

And yes, I'll probably start posting a bit more regularly, but then, that's another story altogether!

a phoenix rises

19^th January.

He'll remember this day forever, etched as it is, deep inside his mind.

The hourie nuzzles close to him, her hazel eyes looking at him from immense depth. Her heaving bosom sends out periodic whiffs of her intoxicating perfume up his nostrils, sending him into a frenzy of emotions.

He holds her close, so close that he can hear her heart beating. He cups her face into his hands. The hourie lowers her gaze. The wind plays with her hair, sending them caressing the sides of his face.

He holds her tighter as the truth dawns upon him.

He has found a new emotion.

And a new life.

Rant

He's back home, the door beckons him, a blue decaying mass of wood held together by the lock, chewing gum and hope.

He fumbles with the keys, the hurry to just hit the bed and stare at the empty ceiling and the cob webs and the shadows… his companions when he's in a gloomy mood. Today passed in such a blur. He wonders that why is it that when you're down, everything just seems to happen either too slow or too fast for you to handle.

His thoughts race. His mind a whirlwind of emotions. The voices are getting to him now. Why does this happen?

Why this silence when its raining outside, the wind is cold and chilly, the traffic is blaring? Why is it all so quiet? And why did he not get that pack of cigarettes when there was still time to get one?

Why?

Feel

The leaves rustle in the wind,
And the stream tinkles by,
There is a song on the hill’s lips,
An ode to the lovely sky,
The dew shimmers o’er the flowers,
The grass bows in reply,
The scent of the soil is a lulling one,
For tired minds a sweet lullaby,
The rain too, sings in elation,
The clouds dance to the tune,
Even the sun seems love-struck,
So enamorous is the moon,
But on earth, labor us,
Of all joys, stripped bare,
Sweet songs and sights await us,
But do we ever stop to stare?

Today

Finally, after much dilly-dally, shilly-shally, Peachy joins the Big world. His first steps are awkward, unsure and he looks around with diffidence.
What is it that he wants, this craving that he cannot comprehend?
The cold wind and rain outside are cruel, but today, he is out in the open. Today, the storm will not scare him.
He will shake off his fears today. Today, he will do what he wanted to do for so long.
He will belong.