Un-synchronized Harmonies

Defying gravity. It's like turning off every light in your room and gazing at the one spot on the wall you can't really see. Or like draining your last cup of coffee with tea leaves left in the end. Or maybe finding out that it's just you here, the rest are just projections of your mind. Or like complete silence outside with just that one voice in your head that doesn't quite seem like your own. They asked us to believe and so we did. Because really, what else did we have? Turning it all off. It's that easy. Or just that difficult. Defying gravity. Defying me. Defying you. It's free falling when there is no bottom. It's ebony and ivory. It's falling and failing and wandering and wondering. It's brilliance and misery all in one. It's clarity and cacophony stringed together. It's peace and war jumbled to form something anew. It's just this. This is all we have and all there can ever be.

He ran his hand across the the shiny wood and remembered all that time he had spent with  his mighty friend. It had been so long, but he could remember the last time he had pressed his fingers on the keys and listened to their heavenly croon. The last time he had felt that ease and comfort in those sounds. He wished he could get that again. He wished for times when the music that came from the big statuesque in the room could heal all aches and make the world seem beautiful for that moment. The same music sheets were spread above. He couldn't help but keep his eyes trained on them. That song, her lullaby was the last song he had played. Ever since, Music too had failed him- just like Life and Time had. He would never hear that lullaby being hummed by her as he played it for her again. 'Halo ' , the sheets read. She was gone but in that moment as he hung above the piano nostalgically, her halo guided him back to Music and back to her. Back to himself.

Every tear a waterfall  In the night the stormy night  she'll close her eyes  In the night the stormy night  away she'd fly  And dreams of  Para-para-paradise  Para-para-paradise  Para-para-paradise  She closed her eyes and tried to block out the voices. Those screaming outside and those in her head asking her to flee. She tried not to give in to the voices in her head- the voices that told her to go back to the numbness. Just so she didn't have to deal with the voices outside screaming in agony. She didn't like the darkness that the numbness brought with itself with it. However, the voices outside were tearing at her insides. She decided to listen to the ones in her mind, thinking that they knew which suffering was better. She opened the drawer beside her bed and took out a vial of liquid from it. As she reverted back to her old ways of coping, her body slowly grew limp as her mind gave way to the uncertain vagueness. Ever so slowly, she fell back on the

Helloo again! Okay so me and Ice Maiden, my fellow blogger  (we had kinda coerced each other into starting blogging) were suddenly really fascinated with the idea of guest posts so we did one for each other's blogs. My first guest post, which is pretty great, is Ice Maiden's view about blogging and writing. Here it goes: Coherent ramblings in digital view, To old school-diaries we bid adieu. From wise-old sayings to crazy rants, Everything under the sun it has. From anger outbursts and paradise dreaming, To weepy poems and guilty confessing Here words gain a peculiar sophistication Even immoral shit is given due consideration Diverse opinions bonded as a family, Blogosphere functions with benedictions from the almighty A brilliant source to express in public, And venture out in the world, open ended. Eons of talent still waiting to be read To acceptance of great potential, they lead. Challenges on our threshold, such is our creed Ends with imaginary swagger, not gr

Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why I tried I tried to read between the lines I tried to look in your eyes I want a simple explanation For what I'm feeling inside I gotta find a way out Maybe there's a way out Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer Do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder, and I said Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors I don't wanna ever love another You'll always be my thunder So bring on the rain And bring on the thunder There you were. You looked very different but as if I could fail to recognize you. You had a different style now, a different colours- an entirely different appearance but you still had that conviction and the same confidence that you always exuded. Right from the start. It was a part of you that was unforgivable. I stepped forward to say 'hi&

To dreams. To ice cream. With sprinkles on it. To potatoes and empty coke cans. Odd dreams. Lying on the beach. Talking on phone through the night. Feeling hysterical. Feeling euphoric. To travelling. To pouring your heart out. And writing. To music. And tales from far away. To childhood games. And memories of things from some time ago. The old swing. The photographs strewn across the floor. To jamming and dancing. To seashells and sand in your shoes. To cuddling in warmth. To refreshing old ties. To living your wishes. To brilliance. Stolen kisses. And christmas. To inside jokes. Kinky ones and dirty ones. To the wanderings and wondering. To coffee and the last bite of tiramisu. The voices  in your head. The voices outside laughing with you. Laughter. And then some more. And then some more. To stars and colours. To wishing and hoping. The rain. To fairy lights and songs sung together. Ink and paper. To the meadow that hid your secrets. To campfires and guitars. Second chances and fre

"What do you mean by good morning? Do you mean to wish them a good morning or are you saying it is a good morning whether they want it or not? Or perhaps you are saying that you feel good on this particular morning? Or maybe you are suggesting that it is a morning to be good on?" -Gandalf ( from the movie The Hobbit) So when you say they annoy you, does that mean their presence annoys or their habits? When you say you love them, do you mean to say that you love the side of them that you see or do you mean to say you love them entirely, even their dark side? Figure it out yet?  :P

You taught me a lot. You broke my heart and stitched it up. You were both sides of the coin. The one who stood by me while I tried to get back on my feet and the one who looked away when I fell. You were both a blessing and a lesson but when you are two people at the same time, how I can see the reality of you?

I wish for a happy ending I wish for a happy ever after Then I wonder if they exist I wish for eternal love I wish for unconditional love Then I wonder if such can be found I wish for peace I wish for brotherhood Then I wonder if there is any at all I wish for pride I wish for glory Then I wonder if they are as pretty I wish for you I wish for your love Then I wonder if it is real I wish for my happiness I wish for my wishes to be fulfilled Then I wonder if it shall ever be like that It is hard to believe when all in the world proves it impossible. Later mes amis!

Hello again! No, nothing extravagant has happened to me which has compelled me to return to blogosphere. Not yet. But I await it. Unlike common perception, I am not  a very expressive person. I do not spell out my feelings for others to understand. I prefer to keep them to myself. On the contrary, I am not a quiet person either. In fact, I am really talkative. the thing is that I can talk about everything under the sun easily except for my own feelings. That is when I get choked up. Even when I do express them, I prefer to do so wordlessly. I think actions- subtle actions, that is- convey more emotions than words can for words these days are often empty meaningless sounds that bare no significance. Empty promises that never fail to leave me astounded.  Emotional outbursts scare me, as is with many teenagers. They make me uncomfortable and awkward as I never seem to understand how to respond to them. Due to this incapability, I bottle all the emotions in me_ not giving them

Don’t cry cause it ended. Smile cause it happened. Yes it's been a while Yet I smile I smile for I have seen the best of times the best of nights I smile for I have lived amazing moments a journey through life I smile for I have survived a few sorrows lots of turmoil I smile for I know what it's like what I'm like I smile for all for myself for you all yes it's been a while yet I smile

I walked and walked till  I could no more. I was on my way back home, before I got lost, got off shore. It felt like forever till I saw A majestic cottage, estranged and afar With aged grace, demanding awe. It was a mighty sight under the  shining  stars. Hey! Been a long time since I've been here, hasn't it? Well, I sure missed it. The above poem describes my current condition.  Been off track for a long time,  I think I've finally found  a place to stay for a while. It may not be where or how I was before but something's better than nothing. Right?  At least, this is somewhere. At least, I'm beginning to find my way back. So against my usual pessimistic attitude, I'm gonna cross my fingers and hope, for once, that I don't stray away again. Wish me luck, please? Waiting, hoping Kearty

Hiiii :D The weird chick is back yet again? Hell, yeah! Why, though? I dunno! Who does?! Even God couldn't figure my head out. Hence, I was bestowed upon this earth. True story, bro. And yes, I'm that awesome. Today's inspiration isn't just one. The picture, the quote and a certain person's story together contribute for this post.  “I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”  ― Robert Fulghum Yes, I still find unicorns the most majestic creatures ever. I still wish for a fairy god mother or a secret spirit guardian  I still wish for a Hogwarts letter. I would love to be a princess or one of Santa's cute little elf or some fantasy creature. I still wish I could fall down a hole and end up in Wonderland. I still wish I