TAG!

I was tagged by DC. And finally, I'm doing this tag.

A is for Astronomy, Asterope, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and Airplanes! [since I love watching them fly by.]

B is for Books, Boredom, and Beverages [My constant companions.] {And "Be Benevolent Blease...." BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB, {AND BDSM!}

C is for Cats, Cats, Cats, Cats, C.c.w.i.a.a.c.t.f., Caturday, Cats, Cheshire Cats,CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE, Cats and Chocolates. {AND CLONENESS!} {And the Cellphone.}

D is for Dark Chocolate {the thing, not the sister}, Dark Chocolate {The sister, not the thing} and Dosai.

E is for Enrico Fermi and Enantiomers and Eagles and Enthrallment to an Elentari. [:)]

F is for FEALDAMAR! And Fork {The euphemism}.

G is for Gladness. [What I am feeling sometimes nowadays.]

H is for Hellfire Peninsula and Heat.

I is for India, and Inertia of motion and Insanity. [Insanity, first though.]

J is for Jelly besting for seminars, and "Ja".

K is for Kazarelth, Kaushik, Kaz, Kazman, Kittens, Kisses, Kittehs, and Kajawelth. [:P]

L is for Laughterness, LD, and the L word, Lips, LotR, Lightsabers, and LOLCATS!

M is for Mistress, Monster Truck Madness 2, Madness, Mesotartataric acid and Mistress' Music.

N is for Novels and Novellas. {The Nebula award winning ones, preferably.

O is for Optimus Prime's nemesis Megatron.

P is for Penguins and their army.

Q is for Queen of Soo-purr-lay-tiffs. [:D]

R is for Reading, Rolling motion, "RIGHT!", and revenue.

S is for Sharky, Silme, S, SS, and Slavery and slaps.

T is for Tenthleveltaurenchieftain.

U is for Underwear, and the extreme references and teases of the same. [xP]

V is for Vampires, Vampyrs, Valkyries, Velociraptors {*shudder*}, and "Vel...".

W is for Wobsites, Well-being and whips. [The first is intentional, the middle is forlorn and the last is something.]

X is for Xenophobia. [AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Y is for "Yes, so do I."

Z is for Zoos, and zeppelins. [Because I don't have anything else to say.]



And I tag.
Aas {Since she wanted to get back to the blogging rhythm} and Lucifer {Since he hasn't been able to blog in some time} and PianoPoet. {Since I had to bug her to do this after she comes back from Crete.}
HAHA.

Yesterday, I passed through an electrical storm.

On rainy days, we'd go swimming out
On rainy days, swimming in the sound
On rainy days, we'd go swimming out

Sometimes, summer days transform. They modify their own place in the Timeline of Seasons to become a different one altogether; such a season might not even exist except in the warm evenings of late autumn, and the chill of the new monsoon sunrise.
Something like a symbol, like the Harvest moon, and the breathless wakening in a cool air-conditioned room.


Yesterday, I went out in the sun. It was supposed to be a ruffling, panting experience, instead of the commonplace "outing", per se.
A graciously obliging wind suddenly passed by my face and I passed on onto higher realms.

As I was coming back, I brought with me a bar of dark chocolate. Its contours smoothening my rough hand as it placed a bit of it within my palm through the rickety rickshaw ride.
And, it was not the only thing that was lifting my spirits. The idea of the wintry chill inside my room, and the privacy for me was enough.
It's highly likely that my hands writhed with the excitement. It had been some time since I had dark chocolate, and my lips ached for a taste of it.

Once inside the house, it was an Electrical Storm. Something exploded in me, and it was all a blur. It's not "sinful" or "sensuous" as everyone keeps telling you, Wanderer.
It's almost as if a dominatrix comes to life within the bar, a mistress, a lover and a woman suddenly appears from nowhere, and then she kisses your lips with her mouth commanding and demanding power and your stomach says no to too much of it. Yet... yet, and yet, your lips love it, your tongue searches for it and your brain adores it.

Sometimes, electrical storms happen while the season is not quite built for it.

{Song: Electrical Storm, by U2}

Tomorrow

"Every instant of time is a pinprick of eternity."
~ Marcus Aurelius, AD 121-80: Meditations


He knows it is imminent.
As he plays with nothingness,
He knows it is coming...

He looks around for a book to read,
Or a pen or a paper, his hands to be buried.
{He knows it is imminent!}

His eyes dart to the floor
His arduous pleas would steel thereafter, [by the door];
He knows it is coming.

And yet, he fancies;
He is so nervous he could break a wall.
He knows it is imminent.
He knows it is coming.

Famished and thirsty.

There was this almost, but not quite unlike Celtic tune I heard on Sunday, over the cellphone on a street, while trying to find my bearings. I was tired and sweating, yet the synthesizer's tune compelled me to stay on and hear the whole song while pushing my legs to a known place, to go home.

It took me some time to find out, though. And I was terribly confused. Confused at where I was. It looked familiar. I had known of this place, the shops had addresses written on them. I was still listening to the tune, and I couldn't tell the player to stop. The song blossomed, as I tried slowing it in my head and understanding the chords and the notes. Faster and now slower.

It seemed miraculous, almost. Here I was, out from a tiring exam, and I was listening to a new tune that I had never listened to before. Something that always seemed to be at the tip of my fingers as I sat with my synthesizer, but not quite what came out. And then, I realised that everything suddenly vanished.

I was staring at three weeks of torture, and abruptly the fabric of Time, ruptured. The beautiful song filled mine ears and left them with enough.
When Music hits you, it does so in an unimaginably wild manner.
I was actually smiling weirdly while I looked for an auto-rickshaw.

I am not a composer, but sometimes you don't need to understand music to know it. I am but a learner.
I am just a bit tired, and I cannot wait for the fifth of May.

A gift.

Slowly; slowly. I'd like to see the rain fall down slowly.
Calmly; slowly. I'd like to see the years float down calmly.
Sweetly; slowly. I'd like to hear the words fall upon me, sweetly.
Keenly; slowly. I'd like to hear the music float upon me, keenly.

Greedily. I'd like to hold onto, greedily.
Hardly. I'd like to leave - hardly.
Wistfully. I'd want to wish wistfully.

*Drizzle*
*Drizzle*
*Thunder*
*Thunder
*Rain*
*Rain*


Two things:

• This post was posted on the 13th of April, two days after my birthday.
• This is a tribute, yes.