I sit down today to write something. What must I write of?
I can write about the splendid sun I saw..raising its golden head in the twinkling sky. I can describe its many hues, the shades it made for the sky to sing to, the way the water danced in ecstasy. I can talk of the fine colors the sunrise evoked in the world above my head. There was the moon too..that day. I saw the waters delighting in the presence of a cool moon and the sun in its gentle splendour. I saw.
I can speak about the different things I did. Of having dug into the thick earth and displaying the worms that reside within. I can tell you about the long hours I walked in the hot, hot sun. The days when I danced in meditative frenzy, the moment when I held a crying man, or the time when I played with a baby elephant. I can make you see me, in your mind's eye, bending over a large slab of rock and gently scrubbing my clothes clean. I suppose I can even tell you about the boat-rides and places that I ventured through.
I can draw you the picture of the different foods I tasted. The taste of the soft, white milk which is poured over all the dishes. Or the chips that are made at every street corner. I can make your mouth water while I elaborate upon the breakfasts that I devoured. Even the water had a singular flavor to it. Oh, and the dessert that I ate occasionally. When we could afford it, we had a fruit salad with ice-cream on top. The feel of the cool ice-cream slipping down my throat with the plethora of tastes from the exotic fruit..ah.
I can paint my canvas bright with the experiences I had. The adventures I went off on. The interesting and weird people I met along my way. The time when I watched my life open up and I saw where the heart of the matter lay..how it just so neatly, so simply unraveled in front of my eyes. I can tell you about the various waters I traveled through, the many faces I saw, the many accents I heard, the unique philosophies that these faces with strange accents had. I'm sure that I could tell you of the struggle I faced..within and without.
I can..I can tell you so many things. I can give you so much to think about. I can make you see things you that never thought you were capable of. I can lead you to a dream that can actually be lived. I can give you the permissions you're struggling for. I can show you the warped way we live a simple idea. I can set you free..the way I set myself free.
But. My love. My words have forsaken me.
:)
I can write about the splendid sun I saw..raising its golden head in the twinkling sky. I can describe its many hues, the shades it made for the sky to sing to, the way the water danced in ecstasy. I can talk of the fine colors the sunrise evoked in the world above my head. There was the moon too..that day. I saw the waters delighting in the presence of a cool moon and the sun in its gentle splendour. I saw.
I can speak about the different things I did. Of having dug into the thick earth and displaying the worms that reside within. I can tell you about the long hours I walked in the hot, hot sun. The days when I danced in meditative frenzy, the moment when I held a crying man, or the time when I played with a baby elephant. I can make you see me, in your mind's eye, bending over a large slab of rock and gently scrubbing my clothes clean. I suppose I can even tell you about the boat-rides and places that I ventured through.
I can draw you the picture of the different foods I tasted. The taste of the soft, white milk which is poured over all the dishes. Or the chips that are made at every street corner. I can make your mouth water while I elaborate upon the breakfasts that I devoured. Even the water had a singular flavor to it. Oh, and the dessert that I ate occasionally. When we could afford it, we had a fruit salad with ice-cream on top. The feel of the cool ice-cream slipping down my throat with the plethora of tastes from the exotic fruit..ah.
I can paint my canvas bright with the experiences I had. The adventures I went off on. The interesting and weird people I met along my way. The time when I watched my life open up and I saw where the heart of the matter lay..how it just so neatly, so simply unraveled in front of my eyes. I can tell you about the various waters I traveled through, the many faces I saw, the many accents I heard, the unique philosophies that these faces with strange accents had. I'm sure that I could tell you of the struggle I faced..within and without.
I can..I can tell you so many things. I can give you so much to think about. I can make you see things you that never thought you were capable of. I can lead you to a dream that can actually be lived. I can give you the permissions you're struggling for. I can show you the warped way we live a simple idea. I can set you free..the way I set myself free.
But. My love. My words have forsaken me.
:)
11 comments:
Welcome back! Seems like you saw a lot! Excellent writing, as usual. And ending too. My favourite in this one,
"I can..I can tell you so many things. I can give you so much to think about. I can make you see things you that never thought you were capable of. I can lead you to a dream that can actually be lived. I can give you the permissions you're struggling for. I can show you the warped way we live a simple idea. I can set you free..the way I set myself free."
Welcome back!!::huggs::
You were sorely missed all this time...and it seems you've brought twice the magic back with ya!
--Ellipses M
words have a way of doing all that and more. and yet, is it any wonder they call a writer an artist?
i don't think your magic touch has left you. everything profound and poignant (and then some) is still here...welcome back.
YaY !! :.M.:
Glad that you are back... You saw a lot, you felt, you did various things, you tasted delicasies... and now you can blog.... coz that is where u were missed the most :o)
I can make you see me, in your mind's eye
Yes, yes, yes. *nods head vigorously*
Oh. My. All my senses have been thrust to hyper-mode. Ahh, what a comeback. You have been rejuvenated by your journey, I reckon. ^_^
Long time.
neatly written. Its amazing wat we cud come up with without much of theme & do such a beautiful job still.
milk on everything? hmmm. interesting. good to read you again.
.:A:. - Thanks, glad you liked the ending. *grin*
Jax - It tastes better than that!
Ellipses M - Gee..thanks. You've made me grin with embarrassment..I never imagined myself to be missed.
Phal - Perhaps you are right.
transience - :)) Thank you.
AmitKen - *bows* I sure as hell did much too many things, aye?
soulless - The time that was..it's been more than what I can ever describe. It's coming back to me only in bits and pieces.
BlackEmpress - Now you've confused me as to whether you're euphemising or you're just stating something!
bismuth - Do I sense a fellow foodie over here?
I meant that a short form of ur being away from writing & any kind of interation with ya. Was mising ur posts-had visted many times but found none new...So i guess i was just stating something. :)
BlackEmpress - Perhaps, for a while, I shan't leave you disappointed with the lack of posts.
Jax - Now I wonder how you guessed that..hmm ;)
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