Due tribute...

This has been waiting for quite a long time now. Every time I scribble, I do it mostly from my point of view. I just scribble to bring out what is bothering me from inside. And, while I have been doing that, I always wonder about one thing, but it has not happened till now as to how or what goes on on the other side I care about?! Also, my scribbling aligning with my gender will not be from my opposite gender's perspective obviously. So, let me try analysing this aspect which has kept me guessing for more than a decade now. 

How long?...

I have been angry, upset and totally helpless. But, for how long can I hate you? Can I even do that? I tried. I tried to remain angry. Maybe I still am angry but, I see I cannot do that anymore. I have tried to stay away, push you away, even throw abuses, but did it work? Partly yes, mostly no.

Avventura...

Who stops me from scribbling? Why should I restrict myself? I have the freedom to express and I will do it. It feels like a complete refresh. The cycle seems to have completed. So, what's next? I am aware of. Is this a never-ending one? That, I am not sure of. Anyway, let's go. 

The urge...

Here we go again. I am back. After resisting to scribble back to back posts for the last few hours, I am here scribbling. Again! All of a sudden words are not under control. The heart wants to keep scribbling on and on. This reminds me of those early days of creating this altar. Somewhere something has gone loose to give me this urge to keep scribbling. How much sense am I going to make? I have no idea. Alright, the heart wants to scribble, fingers are ready to play the piano on the keyboard but what do I scribble about? No specific topics as such. Am just going to go with the flow.

Flashes...

I have seen your face more than ever in the last few days. I cannot abstain from looking into your eyes. I have scribbled a lot here. What filtered out as words here are not even a fraction of what has been going as thoughts inside. Some memories are too far from the timeline but how they defy time to stay so close and poke every now and then, only to keep me awake to keep looking into those eyes and be lost in a vast universe of your self. 

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.