A Simple Twist of Fate

And so they they start their dance again.

Swaying to music only they're tuned in to. Standing apart, one glows and the other shimmers. One blazes out wards, the other coolly composed. 
Each is a strong independent force, drawn together by an undeniable connection, kept apart by irresolvable tension.
It's hard to keep eyes off either -At one glance they seem impossibly different, at the next a perfect fit.
With each step they draw closer, stepping further into the force field of attraction once more
Elated, they appear to revel in their once-again-new found symphony
Steadily, irrevocably they move deeper into the field, sighting only their impending unison
It's when they get close enough that their movements change - each side step countered with a cross step, each twist with a twirl.
One stretches out, the other reaches in, they switch places and repeat the moves.
Amidst all the movement, it's hard to tell who gets it first - the sense of power. It's hard to tell who overpowers whom, a seconds victory turns to defeat in a fraction.
It's hard to tell who realises first they're diminishing-
Again they twist and twirl and dip and lift, this time to get cut losses and get away
Their star crossed fate can't keep them apart. Their very being won't let them be together.

And so they start their dance again, stepping and skipping and twisting and twirling, and dipping and lifting,Till they're a blur
Till they're encircling and engulfing each other till you can't tell which is which,
Till there are none


Song Recommendation: Say When by the Fray

Alive

It had been ages since a day like this
She walked up to the glass windows, observing the rain pouring down
'Melting silver', she'd once heard it described as

She shut her eyes and rested her forehead against the glass
Flinching for a second at the difference in temperature

All she could hear was the rain; her absolute favourite sound in the world
But that wasn't what this was about
With all the effort she could put in, she drowned out the sound of the rain
With greater effort, she managed to tune out the less likeable voices in her head to distant murmurs

She concentrated instead on that faint, slightly off beat sound she normally never paid heed to
She thought she heard it a little louder now, a little firmer "tip tip tap" - every second or less
She imagined - as she could hear it grow louder - that she could feel it
She didn't even need to raise her hand to her breast to feel it this time,
Unmistakably, she heard her thumping heart, imagined it going from broken to whole,
Could feel the actual outline of that organ pushing against her ribs

No longer out of tune, the beats were completely in sync with her "heart", her soul
She felt her mouth turn upward in a smile, and this time she raised her hand, to touch and feel it
And as she did, she felt a drop on her hand.
The rain, she thought, pouring out her eyes through her soul.

They were both out of place, the rain outside and her smile.
This was not the time for either of them.

For her though, neither could've been more welcome.

It had been ages since a day like this. 
It had been forever since she had felt Alive.


Note: A slightly out of time post, but then again, the rains this year have been unpredictable too :)

Song Recommendation: I Am Mine by Pearl Jam

To love at all

It started so simple, a cheerful introduction...

I gave you a smile, but you wanted my words.

A phrase,a dialog, conversations that never ran cold...

I gave you my words, but you wanted my art.

A melody, a lyric, emotions immortalised in song...

I gave you my art, but you wanted my heart.

To hold on, I tried, but you wanted it all...

I gave you my heart, but you wanted my soul.

Follow this link for a beautiful illustration on the quote this post is titled after

Time

It's been a long time... It feels like yesterday

There's a world of difference between then and now... Yet everything's so much the same

I didn't know people then... I can't imagine my life without them now

There've been days that seemed would never end, ones I Wish never would

Times I've felt I was all alone, and times my heart was drumming with so much love, I could barely hear my own voice in my head

There's always been a milestone to achieve, always some silly dream to leave behind

There's always been that one disappointment to get over, always some achievement to cheer for (even if not mine own)

Times I've angered over cancelled plans, and times I've been amazed at the spontaneity of others

Times I've been overwhelmed and forced myself to take a breath and carry on.... Times I've been overwhelmed and forced myself to catch a breath my lungs desperately needed after bouts of crazy laughter

To the indecisiveness, the insecurity, the frustration, the cribbing, the smiles, the laughter, the love, the memories

To what's lost, what's been gained, to pondering if it was all worth it

To the world of wisdom gained, and to somehow still wishing I didn't know now, what I didn't know then :)

" ...and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”

Song Recommendation: Pink Floyd - Time

From Dusk to Dawn

I start at the end
I start by bidding people goodbye, and yet it isn’t me that’s leaving,
I’ve only just begun.

The number of people around me dwindles, even those separated through several time zones leave, 
One IM window at a time, till there are none.

A silence of the sort I’m unaccustomed to settles around me, deep enough to hear my thoughts,
Disrupted only by frantic keyboard clicks with which I attend to pressing matters at hand.

The luxuriously slow pace with which everything seems to move, lends an illusion of true disconnect from the world,
The only thing changing; the reflection of the glaring light from the screen

Occasionally, seemingly when my solitary existence gets too much to handle, I hear a beep, of an incoming mail,
that (stupidly) startles and amazes me – ‘I am not alone. There is someone else out there’


The momentary excitement is just that, but it’s something to get me through the next hour, maybe longer.
Phone calls are too much for my sleep addled brain to handle, even though it is one more contact to a world that seems so far away


As time passes by, I realize what a fictitious world I’ve made up in my mind
The sun does not rise as early as I imagined it would
There isn’t a way to tell by looking out the window if it’s a new day or midnight


If it weren’t for a clock, id easily believe I was stuck in time
Or if I let my imagination go wild, that I was moving at a supersonic speed, and everything around me was frozen in limbo.


Finally it’s time,
Sleep has successfully evaded me all night, and as I lay in bed soaking now in complete darkness and quiet, 
I start to think maybe sleep has left me entirely


Another stupid notion I’ve imagined I realize, as my mind moves to the unrealistic subconscious thoughts that can only qualify the start of a... good morning’s sleep :)