♣ Dancing Queen ♣

Tonight, I danced to the music for hours.

As the melody swept my body, I lost my balance and

let the music take me over.
To every beat, did I surrender my sanity.
A wave of rapture ran down my spine as I swayed
and swirled my body till it was lighter than air.
My heart pumping hard, flew aloft as it let go
every affliction it hid in its corners.
Tonight, I loosened my burdened soul,
cut through the glass that held me
prisoned from the true sense of mirth.
The euphony held me in its arms
raised me to the levels of joy that comes with a price
but tonight it was free.
Free was I, from those bonds
that pulled me toward the blues.
Every breath came easily, smoothly
I spread my arms and drew a masterpiece in air.
embraced each moment that bathed me with a fresh fervor, rebuilt my confidence, I fell in love
with myself again tonight.
My toes followed the beat as my heels ascended,
spun my body, drew a circle of life
let the aura of serenity fuse in it.
My soul immersed in the beauty
of the melody that knitted my belief
in every dream I owned, shone in its glory.
As I waltz around without a worry
took pride in my imperfections
and danced for none but myself
Tonight the music poured into me life
that was missing lately and
I smiled and laughed from within, from heart.
Tonight, I lost myself and yet found ME.

LoVe-StRucK ♥

Every night, I lie down in my cold bed,
silence creeps in through the door,
every noise subsides,                            
A string of thoughts entangle me,
A war rages inside me,

If it's not love, what is?

In the same yard, we grew up together
playing hide and seek, wiping dust
off each other's clothes,
Best friend, you were to me,
Our petty fights, the sappy arguments,
Us laughing out each little pile of problems
still holding on to each other
till the very end.

But lately, I'm in knots.
Not keeping the track of time or my emotions.
I'm falling and I know,
deeper into the realms of love?
No longer, do I think of me but you.


Was I struck by the cupid?                                                              
Was I drowning in the ocean of love,
The look of your brown-eyes
the touch of your hands,
lure my heart to surrender.
Was it your victory or my defeat?
Every now and then, I let
my mind drift away
dreaming all that we could be,
The feeling, so comforting,
so mesmerizing and yet so stirring.


The stars glimmer brighter, the moon - bigger.                                     
And In my bed, i lay restless, uneasy
for I know that I would wake up tomorrow to see
the smile that gets my heart to skip a beat.
And with your gaze stuck on mine,
I yearn to say "I love you"
But that can wait,
I keep wishing along !

Back And Forth

A New year! New hopes. New promises. Everything so new and yet some memories old and hurtful that we continue to drag on to the new era. Is it really worth it?
They say,"Look forward to your future, what you do at present will affect your future." But what determines our present? Probably, the past. We are what the circumstances of the past had molded us to be. We cannot really escape what lies behind us. Somehow, it is out of our bounds. Then there are memories which fade away with time. But how much time? Not known. Yet, we wake up every morning to a new ray of sun hoping it burns away every bad memory that ever existed and the good ones will keep us alive.

                              

A Sneak peek

Phew! Finally, I am here blogging after a really long time just to see how much my writing skills have deteriorated. Well, my life has taken a new turn. I'm embarking a new journey which promises me attractive outcomes but it's upto me how i make it to the destination. 

I never knew how homesick i was till i stepped into the hostel, spent a day alone in my bed and dined alone feeling like an alien amidst hundreds of new faces. I had felt completely lost. As if i was thrown out of my comfort zone and that bubble of security around me was just burst ruthlessly. i must have spent days weeping and wetting my pillowcase missing my mum-dad. And it couldn't get more embarrassing when my roommates had to come out of their comfort zones to calm me down. I had wished i could break out of the hostel but eventually the thought subsided and i ran out of reasons to cry. The sole reason being the amicable environment. I am greeted by tons of smiley faces everyday. You cannot really complain about the mess food. Though it's quite plain and simple but won't give you stomach aches or spoil your skin texture. Gradually, I realized why people call the hostel their second home.

I remember the ice-breaking sessions and the various intra-hostel competitions organized to bring out the best in us and how i would rush to take part in each of them and later the hostel freshers party. We had three freshers party(counts her fingers). Not one or two, THREE!! Hostel freshers, Departmental freshers and University freshers. What I love about the parties - Music, Food and Jam sessions. What i love even more is dressing up for the parties. When you actually put some effort to look the best of yourself in order to blow everyone's mind ;) This does not really sound like me but yes, the hostel life is exposing the girly side of me. But it would take you just a day or two to realize that I'm one of the girls who love to stay in their shabby hairstyles, play basketball or any other sport when free, put the nail polish of the weirdest color and love their tanned look. It's only the parties that bring out a transformation in me.

They say engineering is the toughest course to pursue. Well, it is true. With all the activities that i take part in, I'm finding it a little tough to cope up with the academics too. But I know i will find a way to make it to the top in studies as well :) I am so glad that I have taken up computer science or I would have had to break my head against a wall with the subjects like graphics and workshops. Workshop class demand extreme labor, only my classmate(girl) and I can tell you. Having a guy with you as a partner in workshop makes everything so much less painful. It's this class during which the song "If i were a boy" plays in my head incessantly. About graphics, it will mess up the stuff in your head and cripple your imagination capability. But i do appreciate our lecturers who keep up with our clumsiness and have infinite patience. But the classes do get boring at times when you do not have anyone asking silly doubts for the fact that the class is teeming with newtons and Einsteins. Now i know why people bunk classes in college. 

Oh yeah, it feels nice to blog again. I'll try to get back as soon as i can and update my blog. Till then, goodbye! Adieu :)

A Pretty Mess,