The Prairie song...

The heart knows nothing but to murmur; the brain needs nothing but a favour.

In the absence of the essence, comes the presence of this instance.

In every breath there is a heavy flow, a flow of emotions into the mind; fleecing the soul with words.
Fleeing this state is termed bliss, flowing with this current is towards the cliffs.

Set in that mindset, sunsets are more desired, sunny days are just a curse. 

To charge it all with a smile will make them fear, letting a fresh bloom spread its fragrance- the fragrance for Life.

You, Me and Our love!!!...

To begin a verse, i rehearse; Like a firefly through the dizzy night...

To start this minion rush, i ask for hush-hush; in a mind that is volcanic...

A breezy start, i seek, to craft with fortitude; a tribute to my Love...

Words, moments, frames & emotions aplenty; adding our Love's intensity...

Daily rush...

After a long day at work, he made his way back home. Soon after entering the living room, he went directly to the calendar hanging nearby. Took a marker and struck off the date with frantic emotion. Once done, he reclined on the couch and relaxed. His mom was watching this everyday and she asked, "Why do you strike off the day even before 24 hours has gone past? Isn't it still the same date?" He turned and smiled...

Bubbled...

Troubled, mangled, tangled, garbled and so many _____'ed situations i have come across in my Life. Negative or positive, i have had my equal share. But, almost nearing a decade, i have been noticing this term that has redefined, rejuvenated, recreated and making me want to relive those relieving moments. So, what is that ____'ed? It is the feel of being Bubbled. Yes, i have been Bubbled. Yes, i am Bubbled and I Love this feel.

Breathe... for the moment...

Before we start with this, kindly, can the readers please take a deep breathe? Doing that, am sure many would realise that your lungs can accomodate more air than what you normally take in a routine breathing cycle. The fresh air that goes in is what we need. And, push all the used air out with all your might. Am glad, all of you have already served the purpose of this post. *winks* What else? If you are so concerned, read on.

Footwear and us...

My foot! Now, that is attitude. Me! That is selfishness. My footwear! Now, that is something that protects our feet from all the surfaces that we walk across. Obviously it is known that what kind of footwear we wear determines what kind of purpose we are onto. But, there is also something more than that. What kind of footwear we wear, can be a clue to find out what kind of a person we are. But, that is of least concern right now. So, why is this titled "Footwear and us"? Well,...

Like a pack of cards...

Lying down in the wake of the newly hit panic mode, the silence around seemed so disturbing unlike most stressful instances where silence could be the best ever desired. 2:22!, 3:33!, 4:44!, 5:55! and thank god there was no 6:66! and beyond in the clock. Four full hours of constant messing up of a wonderful day in a mind that is so bubbling otherwise. Of guilt that can engulf in my mind for many sleepless nights and what would give a false opinion in the bubbling mind, can it be explained? Well, it is to stay dumped here.