It's different.

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Shore Love

Shore Love
What is it about the beach that makes life seem so simple, yet so breathtakingly beautiful all at once? Perhaps it’s the very first step you take there, the moment you sink your feet into the soft granules of sand that makes you feel peaceful immediately, its warm, earthy texture assuring you that you are well-grounded, you are home. Or maybe it’s the aquamarine vastness of the sea and sky, both so far apart, and yet so similar in their other worldliness, that suddenly seems to make all your problems disappear into thin air.
When you take a whiff of the strong, crisp salty air, you find yourself slowly letting your breath out, easing all the sore kinks in your body. It’s Nature’s best form of aromatherapy, immediately relaxing and rejuvenating you. It works best with your eyes shut. When you open your eyes, make sure you register the entire vista of the beach.
For beaches have parallel lines of color on each side, a rich, heart-warming gold on one side, the hue of Mum’s freshly baked cake, and, a deep, mysterious turquoise on the other, full of intriguing, unexplained secrets, the waves swirling invitingly.
Look down, and the sand is spotted with an infinite number of things- pink-and-white speckled shells, slimy green seaweed cruising in with each passing wave, the occasional starfish lazing in the snowy foam, its arms nonchalantly waving in the air, driftwood, crabs, you name it. The sand is just as mystifying as the sea on the other side, its layers providing shelter for those who wish to keep to themselves, away from the glare of the sun.
The wet, sticky sand receives the waves rushing in. It’s perfect for building sand sculptures, castles, pits, dams, you name it. To let go of all your principles of hygiene, to dig in with your fingers and feel the gooey moistness collect in your hands is to let go completely of any stress, anything that causes you to hold back. And then, of course, is the sea itself.
All you have to do is to wade in the water, and the waves do the rest, beckoning you, pulling you in to taste the sharp tang of the salty water. When you duck your head in the water, and open your eyes, you literally experience a whole, new (although somewhat blurry) world.
You are immersed in ever-changing shades of blue; you enjoy solitude of a different kind. All round you, everything is silent, and yet life exists here. Brightly colored fish gently wave their fins, as though welcoming you into their world. Here and there, in the ocean bed, if you can just manage to spot them, are the spiky black sea-urchins, happily nestled in the sand. Rocks, when lifted, disclose aquatic plants, so different from the ones on land, fleshy and weird, all dressed in exotic apparel. The sea world fascinates you with its ‘live and let live’ policy, of minding its own business in the midst of busy surroundings world, something that you wish would be followed back where you live, too.
Pop your head out of the water, lest you die with too much to see and too little to breathe. Right now, you can do anything you like, float lazily with the waves, with an I-don’t-care smirk on your face, or you could swim back and indulge in some delicious Popsicles, kick butt at beach football and have Frisbee fun with your dog. The beach is your hideaway, your zone, where you bring out the vibrant person in you. Lean back, and enjoy.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

The Goth Chick


The Goth Chick
Dark of hair, pale of skin
Chin cupped in fishnet-gloved palm
The Goth girl sits on the stairs,
An object of brooding calm.

Pierced eyebrow raised in boredom
Black lips drawn to reveal a mocking sneer
She taps a combat boot-clad foot
Deaf to many a jeer.

Who is she, beneath the shadowy façade?
Behind the obstinate, indifferent wall?
Is she any different on the inside?
Will she divulge her secrets at all?

Thursday, 26 May 2011

Bite Me

Bite me…


I watch the world with knowing eyes,
Undisguised and hardened, bereft of sentiment.
I see them all through a looking-glass.
I feel nothing for them, be it compassion, hatred or attachment.

They glance at me from time to time.
Begging me to understand, hoping that I react.
I have nothing to say to them, I don’t wish to look at them.
I don’t want to have to put on an act.

I stopped caring a long time back.
For I realized, the more I loved,
The more I showed warmth,
The more they wounded, hurt and shoved

Till my heart froze in a block of ice.
It will never melt now.
I hope that someday, they will stop trying to chain me
Because, here and now, I vow that they will not make me bow.

Thursday, 28 April 2011

Get up, Get Goin'

 Get Up, Get Goin’
When life seems to zoom down the failure lane
When the going gets tough
When you’re deep in the depths of despair
Stand up, and say “ENOUGH!”

Catch hold of the reins
And give a good, strong yank
You make your own GPS
You fill in the empty tank.

Because you’re the one who decides the destination
You need to heal from previous hurts and gashes
You’re the star, the celebrity of your life
You’re the phoenix rising from the ashes.

You can go the distance
Pick yourself up after every fall
Push, be determined, and never doubt yourself
Reach the finish line, and stand triumphant and tall.

Confidence never killed anybody
Believe in yourself, because the winner takes it all
Use blood, sweat and tears to show that
To win, you have the heart, soul, grit and gall.

Friday, 15 April 2011

Grudge-less is Better (or) Forgiveness may not be divine, but it sure feels good!

Like I said, I'd taken a  hiatus from writing. I STILL have a bit of a writer's block, but I'm working through (rather slowly and labourously, but still).

I learnt a lot about myself during this time though. Not through the vacationing, discover-yourself way, but in a more bringing-down-to-earth-with-a-shocking-impact manner. However, elaborating this would be totally embarrassing.

Having a grudge against someone, and thinking revengeful thoughts about them, like the tie-them-up-and-throw-them-in-a-lake-full-of-crocodiles kind, is fun and a good way to vent your feelings. Not for long.

If you're the forgive and forget type of person, you're cool, but if ( and this is how stalkers are made) you brood over it, that's not such a good idea. Because the grudge starts eating you up on the inside, always reminding you of that person, in anything that you do, from watching a movie to reading a book.
 
And if you let this obsession grow, it can take a complete turn for destination dangerous, and you may come to a point where you'll be forced to accept that you need psychological treatment or you'll never be left in peace.

So, chill. It's not worth living in hatred. Be confident and kind enough to LET GO. And, trust me here, you'll find that it feels good to forgive and make up. Life's so much better when observed from a positive and carefree angle.

Take care,
Kai

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Well, this is a lil' chilled out me. I mean, my exams are just going get over (and i'll be free! *evil laugh*), so I'm a little relaxed, even though, as Mum says,I shouldn't be, seeing that it's Science and all. But whatever.
The thing is, I've something called the writer's block, which is REALLY annoying, especially when you consider yourself as THE awesomest writer on the planet (not that I'm THAT arrogant. Right.), so I'm just going to conduct something called The Fickle Probe. I'm gonna ask random questions, and I fully expect y'all to waste your time answering them.

So, for now, toodles! Questioning  starts on Monday.
Danki (that's thanks in Amish. Yes, I know. I'm kooky.),
Kai

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Halcyon Days

I don’t want to rush.
I don’t want to push someone away in the pursuit of my goal.
I won’t scamper, scurry or hurry.
I want time to be as slow and thick as blueberry slush.

I want to linger by the flowers and fantasize about my love.
I want to warble a song in the manner of them birds.
I want to lie by a pond and look at the clear, beautiful ripples.
I want to dance and sway like flowing music replaces plain, cold words.

I need to slow down.
To smell the warmth and love of Mum’s freshly baked bread
I want to rush about, through the dew-filled grass and over the emerald hills.
In nothing but my pajamas, all cheerfully made up in white and red.

Sometimes, life isn’t about a race.
Let alone a rat-race for that matter.
Who wants to be perpetually breathless and drowning in sweat?
Between the jumpy and the chilled, isn’t the most content the latter?

Life’s a journey, where you do what you love most.
You need a holiday every once in a while.
Circle the world, go crazy and colorful or simply take a stroll.
Because, believe it or not, life can be a bed of roses if you just stop for a sniff and smile.