Category: Song a day

Unhinged – Cinders

I saw her photograph with some other guy.

And once again — her feathery words, the elephantine memories she had abandoned flashed blind.

Her message was loud and speaking. The delivery reached right where she intended.
She won. You won.

And once again — I would close my eyes and thank her with all the best intentions in mind,

thank her with all my heart for letting me go.

You saved me.

My October breakup.

Didn’t Alfred Lord Tennyson Quote, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Know Me Well – Roo Panes

Only when I was in the 10th grade, I found out, I loved writing during my vacant hours.

And only since then, pen and the paper secretly became my permanent favorite paraphernalia.

I sure remember writing on a variety of different random things.

I use to write about my experiences, feelings.

I also wrote about dogs and food cuisine and about people,

en masse I wrote just about anything and everything I would find ringing to me in those particular instances.

Short lines. Long paragraphs. One liner.

Next thing I remember  — is showing my draft works to our the then English teacher at school, Mr. Giri.

I remember politely requesting him for his second opinion, and suggestion and recommendations over my newly found hobby spree.

However, more than anything, I will never forget that one flitting moment of my life, the time when he said: 

In his own words – “Don’t give up writing? Doesn’t matter even if it is not perfect. And should it least matter what you end up doing for your future career but keep writing, keep learning.”

And just today, as I relive those fleeting recollections once again whence looking at these tiny, precious white notebooks of my past.

Nostalgic bygone imperfection lingers around.

The same Imperfection that I still — smilingly endure.

Nothing Gonna Change My Love For You – George Benson

Sometimes I'd think of him,

like the trees think of their falling leaves.

Sometimes he sneaks into my dream,

Where I helplessly sway away with him, tickled pink, whole, happy and overjoyed.

But once again, he runs away as if unattended like a hard-hearted bandit.

Leaving -- the lasting fragrance of one long sapphire night passing.

Not About Angels – Birdy (The Fault in Our Stars Theme)

It hurts her right in the feels because she thinks, he is not thinking about her anymore.

It crushes him to the bones whenever she crosses his mind, whenever he has a dream of her but would never speak a word. Afraid.

Both standing on a balanced tragedy.

Both strong, both rugged, both inside a box that does not even exist.

Their beautiful, beautiful heart like a Blackhole – a flawlessly flawed singularity.

No one knows what’s inside. No one knows what’s the truth.

Perhaps, no one knows nothing.Neither him nor her. No one.

For You – Gavin James

The story of a burning candle.
The song of a blowing wind.
The friendship of a flowing river.
The happiness of a falling rain.

Best of Me – Secret Nation

You will shine despite the clouds don’t permit.

You will live knowing death is dying to meet you.

You came to this world Screaming, sure.

You have been through a lot, you for sure Matter.

This world you are given is amazing.

And you must know that you are free to paint whatever the color you desire in this messed up canvas — until the day you are no more but a dust.

You are more than what everyone will tell you and think of you.

My staggering dynamite.

 - She taught me all this

Jaeger (Original Mix) – Finnebassen

Give thyself a deserved break.

Do not think too much.

Do not fake out!

Have fun only for the sake of having fun.

Be happy only for the sake of being happy.

Listen to first-class musics. Bang your head, sing out loud.

Thrive in flat out silence, enjoy that slipping, ephemeral solitariness.

Do what you feel like, do what your heart tells you and thee challenge your fears.

Do not question your choices, your  choice of life, living.

Do not regret.

But most important of all, Own your life!

Where’s My Love – Syml

She cried into her pillow. She tried under water, cried on her mother’s arm.

Stones howled, even wind didn’t come near, the sun disappeared, stars hide.

Blue of the tears wore her as she wore it obscurely.

But light didn’t leave her heart, never abandoned her life.

She became the bright.

She returned reborn, reawakened; now a little wise, a little supple.

Compuphonic – The Sun Does Rise feat. Marques Toliver

If you ask me, what makes my family heaven alike?

I would say –

when you are able to see your dad flirt with your mum in shimmering delight with added buffoonery,

when you are able to see both of them laugh ear-to-ear on their self-created, self-invited foolish decorum,

when you are able to come home and actually feel like being in one,… being home,

all of these, should they befall super constantly and continually,…

and oh! you will know, you have found a whole Elysium all for yourself.

To add a bit more –

Family

...is having a dad with impressive, handsome funny bone, and a mum with striking wisdom, big heart and encyclopedic smile.

Family

...is also having telekinetic siblings, all diamonds alike.

Family

...is having parents who still packs your office tiffin dearly, warmly.

Family

...is having dad who helps mum in all household chores, dishes, laundry, broom, whatnot,

Family

...is having mum who takes care of the whole family, who looks upto your dad, always shops for him.

Family

... is having parents and siblings who are so much fun to be around.

My Family! Touchwood.

– Little things, sweet junks, taken, felt, released and redeemed wholeheartedly makes the family,

builds an abode of true blessing.