Dead Loss

#3:

Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

So, this post is a total dead loss. I am supposed to write about my top 3 favorite songs. But all I can do is listen to them. I am a HUGE music fan. Music actually comes first than writing for me. I love my favorite bands. They have forever changed my life and enhanced it in a way I can’t imagine where I’d be without music. Music is my oxygen. Cliche. But, true.

So, all I can do is list my top 3 songs:-

1. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd
2. Vicarious by Tool
3. Kite by U2

A Room with a View

#2:

If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.

It was 5 AM and Serena was utterly unaware which route she was heading for the past hour. Her life was like the weaverbird’s nest swarming with indecisiveness. She turned on the radio which immediately played “Who Knows Where The Time Goes” cover by Eva Cassidy and she just drove. She drove till a dead end which was a garden. Serendipity is a wonderful thing.

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Change

Writing 101 Challenge: 

To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.

And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.

Well, okay.

It’s a human tendency to observe, bond and perceive. Our encounters with various people have brought new insights in our life.

For me, it was my high school history teacher. I had the central idea that “change” was bad. Oh, it was nasty. Why change when everything is acceptable as it is? Of course, the world revolved around me then. With no sense of responsibilities I had no presence in the world full of complexities of everyday life. But that day, I pondered, why is change so bad? Why do I absolutely despise it to the core? Aside from naive, I really was oblivious of psychology.

My history teacher’s modus operandi was laudable for her quick wit and sarcasm. Perhaps, she’ll never know my thoughts and how grateful I am to her, but it awoke a spark in me. I realised, I’ve been wanting to change constantly. ‘Cause why don’t we admit? We LOVE change. We’re quite adaptable. I had been in denial. I changed. But due to this, I’ve been very fickle. I am so capricious that once I have an idea and want to write, I note it down in my diary but never reach a conclusion. I change, I change so many times. I’m sceptical and indecisive. Hence, I hope this writing challenge will quell away my writer’s block and change me, yet again.

September Haze

Whilst leafing through a book

On the bench of a garden

The psithurism of trees ensnared me

I was certain it was beckoning —

Me to rest under its arms — and I did.

The sunlight gleamed between the leaves

I squinted to gaze at the vermillion flowers

And I saw the clouds crawling overhead

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Watershed

An abrupt instant that
Unwittingly altered my life;
I lost you.

Benumbed and disconcerted
I did not shed one tear.

Gazes of condolence
“Be strong.” they said
I was at crossroads.

Tongue-tied,
The lifeless body whizzed by
Did nothing but kiss goodbye

To the wasted days and time
And recall the wonder years
Which were now incomplete
Without you.

Witchy Woman

She rides on her vicious broom
Wandering and casting spells
She learns of the world, subtly
Rising into the abyss of perspicacious vice.

She oozes of  mystic
Is sly like a fox
She lives in a shed
With her nocturnal creatures,
Under her spell

She speaks of evil
Mesmerizing the folks
Excels at camouflaging
Paving her way by tricks

Her motto being “Be evil to live”
She hides in the mist
Dwelling in the darkness
Nowhere to be found