Envisaged Soul

When reality feels like a dream… After a long, tiring, week day finally came to an end, I free fell across my bed to relax and take a moment to myself. These moments are usually spent having more like a retrospective discussion with myself. This morning when my mind woke up for the first time from deep sleep, I knew what I was about to open my eyes to. I could sense your presence right beside me. I lifted my heavy eyelids while I felt my cheeks make way for a smile only to see your beautiful face right in front of me. And in what may have been minutes, felt like few moments I admired your face as if detailing every inch of your skin. I watched you slowly open your charming eyes that stared right back at me, and those luscious lips broaden a smile on your face. The Silence of Breath had intrigued my conscience with hopes and dreams. At this moment all that was just about to come true. All those wishes had passed on from dusk to dawn. The comfort of laying there in your arms

To Live and to Love the Rains... Most people I know sigh at the thought of rains. Personally, I don't understand it. I for one love the rains. I love almost everything about it. I enjoy right from watching the rains sitting by the window eating brownies, drinking coffee, right up to playing football and getting drenched in it. Long drive/ride in the rain, sometimes even a swim.. Yeah I know what you non lovers are thinking! Why would I want the rain when i’m already wet in the pool and its cold. But its just something about it, that very few people get. One fine Sunday, summer afternoon, I was lazing in my balcony and whiling away my time waiting for evening and the sun set. I don’t really enjoy everything that comes with the blaring heat even though I come from a very hot and humid place along the west coast. And no doubt I loved the coast not because of the hot beaches, but because of the cool ocean that I could swim in after a long, sweaty game of football or volleyball

Weapons of destruction, Winds of change, Love and Life The storm was finally over leaving her with new lessons to be learnt. She had her ‘dark moments’ when time just froze and she went into a deep trance of nothingness. She envisioned herself standing in pitch darkness, surrounded by nothing, no noise, no wind, just emptiness prevailing all around, so much so that she couldn't even see herself. Her awareness limited to only the presence of her mind. It was like sleeping but being very aware of the moment. In contrast to what people might conclude, presume, understand, perceive from this situation, she felt relieved. She knew she was alone, that nobody’s prying eyes could disturb her. It was this moment she could bring up any thought, any memory and project it into the blank space. She picked the memories of the battle with the knight. She played it again and again. She learned that there were new lessons to be learnt, more battles that had to be fought with him in order t

When Karma strikes... She watched the clouds above her, she could see the dark colors seeping in and spreading through, like a cotton soaking ink. It finally began with a gust of wind and a flurry of dried leaves and twigs. She closed her eyes, lowered her head towards the earth and held both her arms before her creating a shield. She could only hear and feel the strikingly cold waft. It grew stronger and faster by the minute. The wind gushed through time along with her. Then a deafening noise struck her ears. The same thunder that once gave her the thrills, now made her shudder. The lightning that brightened the night, was nothing but blinding to her eyes. The open field left no shelter above her head. With no protection anymore she felt naked and vulnerable. The first drop of rain fell on her then opened palm. She stood up and looked to the sky as if waiting for something from above. She watched the droplets of water falling out of nowhere and heading straight down her face.

Flashbacks... Far down the horizon, stood that young girl, tall in the middle of the storm. She has that look on her face. A heart full of desire, a mind full of hope and a willingness to take on anything that comes her way. She was born to be a brave warrior, learned to protect herself and care for the ones that she loved. She was tamed by the control of her own wrath and yet she melted like ice in a furnace when forced by demanding moments to meet her soft-hearted nature. She had a quick, curious mind and was quite pragmatic most of the time. But not this time. Not this battle. This time it was different. Nothing could save her accept the lessons of the storm. She had to patiently sit and wait for it to pass. In these situations patience wasn't her biggest strength considering the restlessness she bore. But it wasn't an impossible task. Before a battle began, she would recite this out loud to herself, “I am no princess in a perfectly beautiful world waiting for my Prin

As seen written in her diary... The storm is coming... Most storms arrive when you least expect it (if you are careless, immature and naive) But sometimes ignorance is bliss because it is worse to know it’s coming when you feel like an arm less carpenter. I have only seen this one from afar, heard of people who have been in it or probably watched it pass me by. But now its time… My turn is here! I can see it approaching me, I hear the hour bell in my head for the countdown has begun. I feel the torture of the calm and silence imprisoning my mind and everything around me. And the thoughts and voices in my head are incalculable. My mind drawing charts and running codes of all the possible events, situations and outcomes, trying to prepare myself for this storm coming up with no true solution. My heart telling me nothing, just beating hard. “Useless!”, I cry out with frustration. Being as stubborn as I can be, unwilling to give up, I still look for ways to deal with or at least

It was three days after a full moon, and although it only appeared to be yet another full moon this very night, it was not, but was still lonesome and beautiful. It was silent and quiet. I was laying on my bed, I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't let the approaching restlessness have the better of me. I closed my eyes to pay attention to the noises around me which are usually insignificant and go unnoticed. I could hear the crickets chit-chattering, giving the night importance by their presence like as if they were an impatient crowd waiting to witness something that was going to happen, left in suspense, left with curiosity, left with the hopes of amazement . I blocked the cheer of the crowd out from my head and it happened. I could hear your breath while you were fast asleep. The pure innocence of a child, the presence of an angel. Each time you inhaled, it felt like something was taken away from me. And each time you exhaled, I could feel your breath on my skin, trickling

Experience of the unknown, Admiration of the unimaginable, Inspiration from the Unforgettable Fernweh by definition is the exact opposite of Heimweh, (Homesickness). Fernweh is a German word that beautifully explains a lot of feelings in one word, which literally means “far sickness” or “an ache for the distance”. Here are some symptoms of my wanderlust. To wake up very often in my bed, in my home feeling so out of place, uncomfortable, unwelcome, with this restlessness in my mind and vigour in my body. A rigorous want to break the routine. An uncontrollable urge to pack my rucksack, put on some shoes, and walk away into the horizon, no second thoughts, no words, and simply get lost into a place that has never had the presence of many a footsteps. To spend hours lost in thoughts of places that probably are just figments of my scattered imagination or pictures engraved in my mind of places I long to visit; patched up together like an overwhelming collage. To get teary constantly glu