Bubbly Li'l Bubbles... \(^_^)/

I Miss you. *playing Oru dheivam thandha poove sung by Chinmayi* I am struggling to put it all in words, the emotions that have been mounting inside to somehow come out by way of the right set of words that would convey it all just the way they are inside me without any other intent except to make you comprehend it. Not just a wave, but a tsunami, not just a cloud, but a cloudburst, not just a snow flake, but a blizzard- all await to hit you in the form of an emotional outburst, just to tell you one thing- I Miss You, Bubbles \(^_^)/

Admirer...

A windy evening followed by a rainy morning. What else to expect than a flurry of emotions that wants to gush out?! Gloomy is one way of portraying the skies but it can also be better conveyed as a veil covering the true expanse of what lies above. To the flawed eye, the cloud might seem to fail in embracing the land but to the admirer, the rain drops are the bridge that unites these different worlds.

Unfinished...

Awaiting everything to happen slow, wondering why life ain't a love song, why not at least a lovable song- the chords vary but the knots do not. Neither the nods nor the prods vary as well. Words better out than in, verses born out of a torn destiny, neither have any variety. A riddle once relayed, over time the native tongue is now riddle. Anything stirring the heart nowadays rings far too long.

Word play...

There is pain. There is sheer agony. But, why or what is anger doing here? Helpless, but there is help and hope somewhere. The moments that overwhelm seem to take over everything nowadays. The flashing of how things should have been keeps elongating as things keep going otherwise in each phase of life. These flashes are blinding more and more of what is visible less and less. A return to who I was becomes inevitable in order to shed what keeps clouding. This, followed by embracing anger again; Only to end up in a never-ending cycle of strife that fails to ripen to rot someday. 

Who...?

Who wrote to you last? Who wishes to see you? Who chooses you over anyone else the most? Who sees what you wish? Who stays when you are in need? Who cares? Who dreams what you deserve? Who mirrors you? Who cheers you? Who keeps you in their sight? Who longs to sit with you? Who talks to you? Who is inside you? Who can wipe your tears? Who can heal your scars? Who loves you? Who walks with you? Who makes you breathe?

Painful confession...

Sometimes you think you are about to break down while not knowing that you have already gone to shreds inside. Sometimes you run away from scribbling what is about to flow out. Sometimes you just hope the day gone past and the moment from the past to be an eternity to live in peace with the one and only one you always wish to breathe your last. In scenarios alike it dawned today. To find some hope or to confide in such hopes, the archives were opened, the tunes were playing, I still tried to postpone. In one instance of a miracle coming alive and slapping hard, I am here now. I wished for you to be here, I wished for a song and all of that happened at once. Right now, typing with trembling fingers, making many a mistake and still scribbling as fast as I could, here we go with a painful confession.

The 'light' connect...

Yet another festival of lights. What makes this worth writing about is yet to be found. But, the reason for this to be documented is cemented in place. Lights. Everywhere. Nothing captures the essence that sums up the beauty, which was once mesmerising. An eerie haunt somewhere in faint remembrance suddenly breaks a sweat, bringing to life the source of light which emanates from a pure heart. What seems to be hovering above appears to match a soul mate's stare or a glare or something. But, why?