Kaleidoscopical Incantations

Dilly-dallying rose red bush,
basking in the snow,
an eclipse of my heart
surveillance into the unknown.
Wanderings of an insane mind
milkyways left behind,
a smattering of stars imprinted into realms beyond control.
Wonderings of enchantment,
lullabies bubbling at the brook of endearments,
stardust exploding into reality,
a whimsical relief of virtuosity,
heartfelt gratitude bordering on disbelief,
faithful inability mocking aeons of history..


..a haystack of pins and needles,
a spoonful of residue,
three quarters of my soul ,
chattering in the wind of solidarity.
An annoying unexplained familiarity,
vengeance of history beckoning my peaceful presence,
gnawing the intrinsic ropes of confusion.
A disarray of dilapidation,
battling and restlessly conjuring up a storm,
engulfing the very beacons of resolve
betraying the tranquility so resolutely once promised.

Back to Blogging

After a long hiatus, I'm back to blogging.
Here are some of my ealier entries. Indeed, I was quite nostalgic reading them again and so I've posted them here to start with. Hopefully, I 'll discipline myself to post more.

Reminiscing Repose

The theme of 'Taxi Driver' always transports me to another realm ..of something sublime, surreal..somewhere.
This is just one of the tracks playing on my 'subconsciously put together' playlist.

Its been raining.. drizzle to heavy, thunder to pitter -patter; its misty, green lush. All of this and the dim light inspire me, at the same time make me reminisce.. Of times forgotten, of smiles, of long drives, of walks in the rain, of inner peace, of times of gratitude, more songs from another time.. more reminiscing.

It takes me back in time , to puddles, to showing off our shiny wellington boots, usually yellow or red.
Funny how jumping the puddle then seemed like a challenge, an adventure..now it seems like a big 'icky' mess.

Of times, where I'd look forward to going to the terrace, wet my face, inhale the earth..I still want to, but its a fleeting thought.
Proactive inhibition? I'll call it that for now.

Strangely so, Lionel Ritchie's 'Stuck on You' plays.. and did, around this time, a couple of years ago. It still has the same effect. More reminiscing..

So here, infront of me this misty haze..with my sharpened eyebrows, my eyes blur with nostalgia, a tad wistful, a bit eager to know what follows.. a tandem of slides, sometimes whizzing by, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes spiraling upwards and fading into dust, at others, crumbling to the ground- I sit here and exist..

6th July, 2006