Soulmates?
As in lovers fated to be?
You talk of two souls linked
By the red thread,
Don't you?
Yes, Soulmates...
I've heard of that before of course.
Heard of souls that were
Split across
The wide universe
Never complete without the other.
Like as if made of the same spark
As if playmates in the wheel
From the first breath to the last
And then all over again.
No.
Not Soulmates.
But lovers whose souls mate
As they gaze through windows
With eye-lids for shutters
At the glory of each other.
There is pain in yearning souls
And pleasure at the contact;
The trembling surrender
In pockets of secret words of hidden truths
And spaces of sacred sil
Funny how it is...,
My nights and days just melt.
Time,
Unless used to measure
How long I wait for you,
Is irrelevant.
You are the only drink of coffee
I will ever care to have.
Sleep, exhaustion and weary eyes
Catch up to me in your absence
Because when you leave, you take
With you, your world. Our world,
Where sleep is obsolete, time is frozen,
Our bodies ethereal, our minds infinite
And our hearts
Merged.
Our magical, nonsensical world
Built of your voice, your breath...,
And mine.
Soon our realities will converge
And sleeping will be just as good as waking
For I'll be with you from
The setting to the rise of your eyes.
Time will be de
So I spread my arms out and stretch my legs
Finally move through motions I was always meant to.
And then, that reflection that is you shows itself
With every inflection, emotion and movement. A twin.
My twin.
The same eyes, similar mouth and in-sync heartbeat
Growing in stronger planes, breathing in fire while I
Spun round in shifting glasses of ice and water.
Minds and hearts sent out eager bonds. Melding lives-
Our lives.
And here began our curious search
Each delving into the other
Hands intertwined slowly and quick
And finding that our palms fit
Like everything else in our worlds.
Oh! What can we name this or
Should we not name this at a
There I am, right in the middle
Of the stones of the past, the wisps of the future.
Here I stand churning thoughts and motions;
Twisting them to yield, forcing them to still
To the sound of my heart,
.....The power of my will.
They grow, consume. They sway me, confuse me.
They rise and fall. They flitter and escape me.
My feet ain't grounded. The future sucks me in
My heart is far from peace. The past swelling, smothering.
I want, I need, I wish, I hope,
I yearn, I long just to stop....
Stop. Stop until I hear the sound
of silence.
Stop. Stop until I see eternity!
Stop... Just stop.
And th
Soulmates?
As in lovers fated to be?
You talk of two souls linked
By the red thread,
Don't you?
Yes, Soulmates...
I've heard of that before of course.
Heard of souls that were
Split across
The wide universe
Never complete without the other.
Like as if made of the same spark
As if playmates in the wheel
From the first breath to the last
And then all over again.
No.
Not Soulmates.
But lovers whose souls mate
As they gaze through windows
With eye-lids for shutters
At the glory of each other.
There is pain in yearning souls
And pleasure at the contact;
The trembling surrender
In pockets of secret words of hidden truths
And spaces of sacred sil
WHOA!! Waddya know.., it's another journal entry!!! And the last one was just two days back! What's up with that!!!
Well, yesterday was my birthday. So that means I'm 20 now!!! All I can think about is how little I've done in the past few yrs. Dammit! I should be at least rock solid in my foundations in anatomy and perspective and such.... Man! I want to start my course all over again. I wonder if I'd do better the second time....., probably not! :P
OK!!! Well, so this is my '20-yr-resolution'- I, Sejal, am going to start some serious work regarding my basic foundation. Wait a minute. How long does it take to establish a decent foundation i
Hmmmmm..... Its been a while since my last entry.
Well anyway, I just wanted to know what the hell am I supposed to do when I have about 10 ideas just waiting to be painted out but no waccom tablet. Of course, there is always pencil and paper and paints and brushes; but you know how it is.... once u get a taste of the tablet, nothing else is good enough.
Ah! I remember my days with my friend's tablet (she's so sweet to let me borrow it for like 3 weeks). Those days were my most productive. I painted ursula(on diet), a violin guy and a pin-up and i practiced quite a bit!!! If my mom didn't keep shouting 'GO TO SLEEP!!", my time with d ta
So here I am writing in this journal thingy for the SECOND TIME!!!! I must be damaged upstairs to write when I have nothing to write about... Well, since I'm already doing this I guess I could talk about how i'm NOT doing anything productive... I did make like a big work plan and everything. Thing is, it's so damn big it wears me out just looking at it. Does anybody know how to make plans and STICK TO IT? Without having someone KICK MY BUTT??Anybody? :(
Damn these mood swings.....