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Gracious

 Gracious by Ben Howard.

There’s a lot in Opening Lines. Its how its strikes a chord, in you. The opening line is like an opportunity, a chance to feel something new today. Music is my cover. I have a lot to cover. Its a mask that masks the good the bad and the ugly. 

What’s in words, they say. There’s a lot. There’s me in them, says my reality.

How would you know?
When everything around you’s changing like the weather,
A big black storm.
And who would you turn to?
Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you let me know?

My music are the lyrics. Its all about what the songs says to me. I do not go by genre, I go by words. There’s very little I have to say, and a lot more that I want you to listen. When I can’t say, my lyrics do.

Cause I don’t want to,

To trouble your mind with the childish design of how it all should go.
But I love you so,
But it all comes clear, when the wind is settled, I’ll be here, you know.

Sometimes, I just sit and listen to you because I find clarity in your words. When my reality is hazy, your music guides me through. Your lyrics are my music. 

Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
The sand upon that place
Darling I’ll grow weary, happy still
With just the memory of your face

You sing and I listen. What if your music just stopped someday? What will I listen to? I would be lost if you left me. They say, ‘Not all who wander are lost’. But what if you never find me? What will I be then? 
That’s when the chorus rings,

Gracious goes the ghost of you
And I will never forget the plans and the
Silhouettes you drew here and
Gracious goes the ghost of you
My dear


 

Daily Prompt 

 

Hey! I Don’t Like Coffee!

Yes, Yes. I know what you are thinking. 

‘How can you not like Coffee!’

Dear Daily Prompt, Thank you for giving me a chance to write about this. 

I am tired answering the question. ‘Hey! I Don’t Like Coffee’.

And, just because I don’t, I am not particularly weak. I don’t even understand why people are so fascinated by it. Even if they are, I don’t understand why they want me to be too! Since, I don’t drink coffee, I do not have a fair understanding about it. So when people talk about Espresso, Latte, Cappuccino, Peaberry, and names I can’t pronounce, I absolutely am out of the conversation. Personally, the coffee lingo is more like Elvish. I prefer Elvish to the coffee lingo.  

Also, it is so hot all the time. You are actually waiting half the time for it to cool down. It has this bitter taste all the time! No matter how much cream or sugar or milk you had, it is still Bitter and Brown (No, I am not racist). It messes with your sleep and your stomach. I love my sleep way too much. How can some brown liquid just mess it up like that? Your eyes are basically popping out. How can I miss the coffee stains? One wrong move and coffee everywhere. I prefer staying away from everything that I can spill. 

The age old question; ‘Hey, wanna meet up for Coffee?’ makes me awkward at any minute of the day.  

And, they never really get your name right at Starbucks.

So, while you stick to the over priced cup of coffee, I am going to pick my favorite Potion. Which is basically anything other than Coffee.

A glass of water, a coke, juice (but, I always want to get fatter), mock-tail, a pint of beer or a bottle of vodka (That’s not possible, I am underage). Anything, but coffee. 

 

The Social ‘No’work

So, what was Internet made for? Breaking the ice, alright. What happens after you break the ice?

Social media works like the dumping policy?

 Got an idea, put it up online and watch it go VIRAL.

A cause- social, political or cultural- has its purposes. How people present this is where it could go wrong.

So, maybe ALS Ice Bucket Challenge was a wise man’s call.

But, how about we talk about the #Jadapose. Did you read about that? Please do. That is what the Social Network can do.

Was that breaking the right ice?

Did THAT have to go viral? Does a rape victim deserve to be undignified publicly like that?

The Social Network is a tool. How you use it, is your choice.

It comes with more debase than charity.

Breaking the Ice

It’s a Bad day,
Not a Bad life.
Seven Bad days,

and still a Bad Week?

Groundhog Week

Sadness has now started to grow on me. It has been a pretty pretty low week. I am trying to hold up. I’ve learnt so much about myself in the past week, I don’t even regret it. Never knew a week could mean so much.

They say it only gets better, right?

Maybe the next week shall be better. (Fingers crossed. It better be)

 

 

Bedtime Stories

Before you start reading, this one is going to be better than Adam Sandler, Trust me.

Gone are the days when my mother read me a story and it always ended well. They lived happily ever after and I slept happily ever since.

Bedtime Stories have changed from fables to rants, from fantasy to veracity. Sleep Procrastination is the technical term and it is addictive. People who are ‘Bedtime Procrastinators’ make huge unrealistic plans and on the contrary do very little to actually make them happen; in the night, wide awake, on their beds while the world sleeps because they ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING! Now hold it, I can make these conjecture because I indeed am one. *smirk*

It is at 2 a.m. when I suddenly feel determined to change my life, read more, make more friends, make amends and be a better person. I often run scenes in my head about conversations which could have been better. *Damn. I should’ve said this.* I make up scenarios which can never possibly even happen.

  • Andrew Garfield staring at me while I work in my lab coat. (Ain’t no one got time for that.)
  • Running around in my Jimmy Choo shoes.
  • Being on Dr. House’s team.
  • Actually speaking better than Oprah Winfrey.
  • Being the Honorable guest at Obama’s Birthday party. (Like, I am stoned.)

Jokes apart, I actually do quite a lot of thinking. Serious emotional drama in those moments of weakness. Assumptions can actually make life simpler (or harder). Procrastination makes life seem a cake walk, because I have contemplated a situation from EVERY possible angle while I couldn’t sleep. Its like preparing yourself for the day that awaits you. I am complete in this moment, I am satisfied for while procrastinating, I live life on my terms.

Sleep Procrastination has now become a drug. Not one day goes by that I do not make up a lullaby.

Guess What.

It’s Working.

Bedtime Stories

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Longest Day of my Life

Is it just co-incidence that today literally is ‘The Longest day’? I mean, it might be few hours, but, seems like a lifetime. The extra hours I got, I am going to listen to this Playlist that ‘means something so much down in my heart’.

I am stuck on this decision I have to make…

Have you ever felt that feeling when right is wrong and wrong is right? I want something, and trust me, I know it is the right thing to do but what if he fails to see it? What’s more important, life or existence?

On the Longest day of my Life, (and of the northern hemisphere) I am going to listen to my heart. I going to listen to some music that never ends…

This is what it reads,

How would you know?
When everything around you’s changing like the weather,
A big black storm.
And who would you turn to?
Or hide a ghost, a shadow at the most, would you let me know?
Cause I don’t want to,
To trouble your mind with the childish design of how it all should go.
But I love you so,
But it all comes clear, when the wind is settled, I’ll be here, you know.

Cause you said ours were the lighthouse towers
The sand upon that place
Darling I’ll grow weary, happy still
With just the memory of your face

Gracious goes the ghost of you
And I will never forget the plans and the
Silhouettes you drew here and
Gracious goes the ghost of you
My dear

Gracious- Ben Howard.

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Someone Wake Me Up…

I have often told myself, ‘Don’t cry yourself to sleep’. But, no. No one is listening.

Here I am sharing this recurring dream I’ve had for like 4 years now.

Abandoned buildings or houses scare me to death. They remind me of isolation, desolation and Death. Death frightens me to levels I can’t even describe.

This dream of mine has been extremely disturbing because, I NEVER WANT TO DO IT.

It’s dark and I seem to walk towards daylight, like emerging out of a tunnel. I got my flip flops, jean shorts and a purple T-shirt on (Which is my favorite outfit, always). I don’t really see my face, but I am sure it’s me. It’s everything about that figure that reminds me of me. I am heading towards a deserted 4 storey building. It has been demolished, or burnt or ravaged… I am not quite sure. I make my way up the stairs; I swear I feel like I am reluctant to do so. I get up to the roof, and it is breezy, sheepishly windy. I make my way to the already tarnished ledge. I look down. It’s pretty much dark. I don’t know if I will ever touch the ground, dead or alive. But I am staring down, I see myself… Smile.

And, I am wide awake. I often jolt and sit up, its like I had to make a decision, and I just didn’t. I never jump off the ledge in the delusion (I hope I never do). It is almost surreal, I can feel myself losing my balance, tumbling into nothing. 

I believe my dream is symbolic. It stands for a choice. I often have this nightmare (if it is one), on nights that I am upset, sad or depressed. It says something to me, I still haven’t figured it out.

Next time I dream, Please, Someone wake me up…

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