Poetry In Motion

Yesterday’s hard work, preceded and propelled by days of ruminations, has paid off. It worked where it mattered the most. The feedback has transcended my expectations. Such an encomium amounts more than any award or review.

It was that advice — given, while in Filbert’s Theme, two years ago — that did the trick. It decluttered my mind and allowed me to set down the nascent ideas before they could perish in the warrens of day-to-day psychological hindrances and tumults.

Some moments make one’s day and some can turn those days into life. This is an unforgettable moment. I have read the encomium umpteen times today; I will let myself bask in its glory.

Sketchy Ruminations

As I thump my keyboard, in an endeavour to inscribe my incoherent ruminations of the day, I convey my gratitude to you for being there for me. You have been one of my saviours in this unremitting depression. Thanks for imbuing me with your words of wisdom. It has become a therapeutic practice. You have given me a glimmer of purpose in a once abject and aimless life.

The story is still in abeyance. I haven’t found my ambience congenial enough to ruminate over its structure, notwithstanding the fact that I’d had my opportunity, to ensconce myself to a propitious milieu, which I frittered away. Furthermore, the frequent disruptions of power and the inexorable bouts of melancholy have encumbered my free flow of thoughts.

I search for a name every morning: the missives enliven my day.

I hope that normalcy will return to our lives, and I can wend myself to a world where dreams are not only born but are also fulfilled.

Music To My Ears

It's a marvellous song: sublime and earthly. I am still listening to it. The movie itself wasn't great but worth viewing for sure.

It is pious and full of platonic amorousness that it took me to the past and then to the future that I would have had if I hadn't put myself in the paradox. Life could have been different. At least, it would have been life.

R.F. has gone stale and has lost its aura. It doesn't seem the same anymore but it's still enjoyable nevertheless. Perhaps it's because of my prolonged turmoil that has eclipsed everything else. Summer used to be my favourite part of the year, but now I dread it. It's the eclipse after all.

His life fell apart when he took that decision. All he wanted was a simple life.

P.S. Power cuts are causing more and more nuisance. Even the nights aren't peaceful anymore. I deserve that.