Beneath the dark canopy

I look up at the fragments of sky

Between the leaves

I lie here

As my arms lay open

Feeling as light as my weird thoughts

I listen to the music

Of the silence around me

A single bead of light

Falls towards me

It wets my eye

Hundreds of them fall all over me

Touching me

And kissing me

I hear the music change

A different symphony

My heart plays along

Smiling to me

Cold, wet, lost in my dream…

I know it’s a long time since I’ve added any new entry. Its not like anyone’s reading it…actually its really ok with me even if no one reads my blog because I do it for myself. That’s didn’t make sense. What I mean is that I would want only those people who don’t know me well or at all to read this.  Because otherwise, they would judge me. You see, I am weird so they would think I’m mentally ill. You, my reader are already thinking this. I know.

Now, the reason I got inspired to write this is the Owl City blog. I love the music of Owl City and Adam Young is so weird…..I love it..

a cold wet day...

Monsoon is here and its raining everyday. Skies are always cloudy and nights cold…the best season of the year. I often imagine many things about rain. That includes things like lying on the forest floor with rain falling on my face. Since there is no forest floor worth lying on, this wish of mine has not come true yet. So I imagine myself in that situation. Last night I did and that’s when I wrote this:

I lie here

Beneath the dark canopy

I look up at the fragments of sky

Between the leaves

I lie here

As my arms lay open

Feeling as light as my weird thoughts

I listen to the music

Of the silence around me

A single bead of light

Falls towards me

It wets my eye

Hundreds of them fall all over me

Touching me

And kissing me

I hear the music change

A different symphony

My heart plays along

Smiling to me

Cold, wet, lost in my dream…

There are other things I would like to do as well…..like standing in the rain. I have done that only a few times. That’s not hard to do at all but my mother never lets me.

I am such a coward.

Rains are one of the few things I’m going to miss when I leave. But I don’t have any regrets about my future. I chose this and I want to go away from all this. I want to breathe and fly on my own.

Everything looks beautiful in rain. Everything is special about rain. Earth is greener in rain. It brings life. Even the mud smells good in rain. All my favourite memories involve rain. I love the rain…

Of which every word is a gifted moment

But to me all are concealed lies

Wrapped up in the bitter surprises of life

The days are gone which were happy

Days when I knew of nothing

Live I did in my own world

All was well as I was told

You treated me like your princess

Even built me a castle

Always read my mind

And granted all my wishes

Truth was that I never knew you

You care d to hide the truth about you

But now you don’t know me

Inside of me is filled with pain and rage

I’m done being your little angel

But I have no choices left

So I pretend and smile and accept

‘Cause you haven’t given me the freedom to cry

Your life is now transparent

It fills me with poison

I try to close my eyes to the reality

And still try to live in my dreams

Past has been oblivion

In front of me all is a blur

I dread that moment when

My life becomes a memory

I want my past back

For this I yell my heart out

But you turn your back on me

And ignore my voice that’s inside you

Dark shadows have become my refuge

I fond peace in quiet, I escape

But you always pull me back

You drive me into the blinding light

But deep down inside my heart

Despite of all this I still love you

And as I always do, I still ask

For once, let me take flight by my own

if you read this pls comment……thanks

i wrote this some two years ago when i was feeling really sad and lonely. 

As I think of how life has changed

Yet without any change

But each happening marked down

As fresh as a new dawn

Those days when no one listened

But just sucked in my soul like a black hole

Never once tears in their eyes glistened

Each time making me feel less whole

Despite their careless ignorance

I kept on the silence

And laughed with them and welt with them

Hoping deep inside for a renascence

Then came a ray of light

For the first time gave me sweet joy

So sweet, it bloomed buds of hope

Which had been asleep as though never to wake

Listen it did, react it did

Became the little voice in my heart

And brought that lost smile back

By caring brought the light in my life back

But little did I know that this wouldn’t last long

As that broken heart was so forlorn

Struggling with a fearless deep soul

But it had lost its battle long ago

And so still is life unchanged

With those changes so insignificant

It is yet to see if that hope

Will ever again rise from its ashes…..

its a little unclear…that coz i wanted it so. i didnt really want anyonw whos reading it to understand exactly what i’m writing about.

 I’m 17 and I’m in high school…but there’s hardly anything interesting because there are all sorts of rules there and i hate it. At home, my parents have no idea about what i want and but i dont care.  My relief  are  my four friends from school and another friend who lives far away…in another country. Five of us hang out together most of the time and do have fun sometimes. But there is one girl among them who understands me the most. I often talk to her about how I feel and some parts of my dreams etc. and I like her because she understands and feels almost the same way about her life  in a different way. 

I think  my head n heart works in a wierd way. Every time when someone tells me not to do something it increases my curiosity and I wont stop untill I try it. This has been true in many thinhgs in my life.And sometimes my wildest craziest dreams have become true.  So I believe that if you ever wish for anything with all your heart, you will get it whatever it may be.

 All this might seem very silly to you…but as I said before its my first time and I still need to get the hang of it.