Tag: desire

The Walk

We walked along the dock.

Me caressing new blonde locks,

Sneaking at his inviting looks.

He looked outward, wandering,

Mind wondering, stride meandering.

We walked along the dock.

Me trying to guess his mind

In hopes he wouldn’t mind

And I squeezed his hand hard

Though he made it only harder

I wish I could convey all I feel

to extract emotions as a lemon peel

But as he looked down from the vantage

I knew then we weren’t in one montage

His life was one with high seas

And I — was just high on weed.

Rediscovering Wheels

Remember the time when the Internet was loaded with teasers like, ‘when are you going to start living?’ and ‘when was the last time you did something for the first time?’ ?(love that, by the way)

Well, today I did something for the first time — in about 10 years. It’s not as noteworthy as ‘I broke my brother’s toy car and ran before he could catch me,’ or anything fancy like ‘I paraglided without hugging on to the back of an instructor,’ — but mine is pretty special too.

I rode a bike.

Or as I’d rather say, I rediscovered wheels! Oh, and the joy of it! It was an unforgetable thrill to ride on as the wind pushed me opposite the direction in which I pedaled. Still, it felt so good to experience the rush of adrenaline through my veins and the sweat tracing my forehead.

I hadn’t got on a bike for ages. And I was a little worried about making a fool of myself. That’s why I chose the early morning to try it out — when there would be fewer people to see me picking up the bike from the ground.

Anyway, after a couple of falls and plenty of curvy and insecure twists, I managed to look straight and align my arms with the bike’s handle bars.

And then there was no looking back. I went round and round. I realized my love for riding. And I didn’t want to stop. My mouth opened in laughter — in spite of myself. The people around spoke to themselves, some smiled and some even waved. And I managed to wave back without falling!

Now this is a day worth remembering. Or capturing!

rediscovering wheels

Looking Around the Corner

Small things can affect you in ways you hardly imagine. Like a haircut, for instance.

hair-cut

I’ve never understood all the fuss about hairstyles. For me, hair was always just that — you chop it off and it’ll grow.

So I barely understood the reason for my friends’ reaction when I told them of my plan to chop it off. Because I didn’t feel a thing. Besides, it’s not like I had luscious, beautiful locks or anything. It was just a meagre collection of weak strands that kept losing its quality.

That’s why I wanted to get rid of it. Because every time I saw it, I was overcome with annoyance that I can hardly describe. It was distressing to see my hair fall apart each time I ran my fingers through them.

It took me an unnaturally long time to visit the saloon. The pixie cut it was it to be.

And so it is.

The best part? For the first time in a long time, I like to look at my hair, to caress it, to oil it and to wash it.

I feel happy that it’s so manageable, handy and short. I feel my eyes sparkling at the sight of my hair.

Funny how something as trivial as hair can thrill you. After all, happiness is always just round the corner – if only you know which corner.

Fire and Ice

Now a days, I often catch myself wishing that the world had ended in December 2012.

That reminds me of a poem of Robert Frost that I like, Fire and Ice. It was love at first sight. It was helpful that the first sight was during the time everyone in school was so feverishly worried about the world’s end.

The poem brought a smile on my lips, what a thought! Fire and ice, two destructive forces compared to two other similarly destructive forces, desire and hate. It seemed like a perfect combination. It was so obvious.

We don’t need another Tsunami or an earthquake to destroy us. Those are just external causes. We have stronger and more dangerous forces within us that have the power to vanquish us. And, we don’t realize it. We are only worried about Natural factors.

Sometimes it sounds so unlikely that desire or hate towards something could end up perilous, but reflection would reveal the truthfulness of those words.

We don’t need to worry about what Nature would do to us, rather, what should be a matter of our concern is what we could do to the only home we have. We could and would destroy ourselves, our loved ones and our generations by our self-centeredness. That is when the world really dies.

This poem changed my view on the world’s existence.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

~Robert Frost