The Yash List

So, these are a set of songs that will forever be imprinted in my mind as a symbol of a friend of mine, and one of the most unique people I know. Although you might know him, but feel his old soul and his free spirit through these songs.

1) Arriving Somewhere But Not Here- Porcupine Tree
2) Zephyretta- Them Clones
3) Fire- Kasabian
4) I Need to Feel Loved- Reflekt
5) The Organ Donor- DJ Shadow
6) Paradise- Coldplay
7) Life in Technicolor- Coldplay
8) Hallelujah- Miles Kennedy and Slash (acoustic)
9) Hallelujah- Karsh Kale and Warren Mendonca

Enjoy the bliss and feel the tranquility :)

Community (Dont worry, I'm not earning anything out of this)

I recently told my friend Vani to quit watching stupid drama shows and watch this sitcom called Community. Although it admittedly may not be her thing, its still one of the best sitcoms on the air, and probably all sitcoms ever. In my list, this includes 30 Rock, The New Normal, Arrested Development, Scrubs and even my favourite show, Californication (Oh you GODLESS HEDONIST, you! :P ) For those who have not seen or heard of it, its the story of a rag tag group of misfits at the world's worst community college ever. Don't let this undermine the awesomeness of it. Innovative storylines, great acting, some truly unbelievable concepts including spoofs of every genre of movies possible and more, and some amount of tripping balls, its a show that takes every existing concept of tv and movies and gives it a whole new dimension. But what I like the most about it, is that one just falls in love with the characters ( I know people say this about all shows, but I feel bad for people who relate to Ted Mosby) and lose yourself in it. Testing the limits of imagination, the show just acts as a portal to a whole different world- an idea about how each and everyone of us, live in a different universe, in our head.

Over the top declaration of love? You bet! Will die off slowly to be replaced by the next surrealistic offering? Hope not! But recommended show for everyone? Absolutely. :)

Thoughts About Love

(This may seem more of a saga than a poem, but bear with me readers)

He loved her.
He loved her without judgement,
without fear and without restraint.
He loved her,
with a love as pure as sunlight,
morning rays,
streaming through the leaves in a silent forest.
He loved her without demand,
without expectations,
without consideration or reservations.
He lost himself in her.
He lived her and breathed her.
She lived in his best thoughts,
in his hard work,
in his crushing disappointment,
hapless pain,
and again in his hope.
She was his reason,
to live and to grow.
He loved her.
It was merely that simple.

She wished she could love him,
purely,
just love and nothing else.
She wished she could love
without wanting to be loved in return.
She wished she could put aside her ego.
She wished she could shatter the delusions,
of what it should be.
She called him discontented,
but perhaps it had always been her.
Wishing for more and hoping for different,
but too proud to admit it.
She wish she had expected less from others,
and more from herself.
She wished she was more confident,
less double guessing and more sure-footed
about her dreams and the way she felt about him.
She wished she had given and given,
untill she nothing left to give.
She wished she could have been different,
then maybe things would have been different.

They sat together,
she and him,
She told him,
she wished she loved her man,
the way he loved his woman.
Ironically though, both were alone.
The selfless one and the egoist,
the romantic dreamer and the pragmatist.
Sometimes, it felt like they were alone,
in a bubble of grief,
looking at the world outside,
of what could have been,
through a colourful veneer of soap and water.
They were alone together,
a similar frequency of loneliness resonating,
often drowned out by work, alcohol, friends, television,
anything they could indulge in,
anything that would take the pain way.
His loss,
her guilt.
She and him,
alone together,
high on grief and enjoying the catharsis of life.
Sitting through endless nights,
just waiting for the sun to rise.

Start

In my mind, while I'm writing this, I'm triumphantly playing "I'm coming home, I'm coming home. Tell the world I'm coming." Well actually I'm listening to some crazy ass EDM that's got me feeling all violent and aggressive. But, I can visualize images of myself swearing a flowy white dress and riding a fierce white horse (shadowfax :P). Bit over dramatic for the event, considering that its just me writing a blog post. But after almost a year long gap, it does feel different. Perhaps, even hopeful. Maybe it will get me out my horrible funk and enable me to do something with my life. Well, it would be nice if its a start at any rate.

Anyhow, I'm back. And I hope I can write. And I hope that whatever I write impacts someone, somewhere out there, over the rainbow. I hope its a fresh start.

want!

They said,

What could she want?

fame, fortune, money and talent,

she had it all.

What could she want?

What could she possibly want?

He asked her,

what could she want?

what more could she want?

more than his proud declarations and garguntan promises!

demands demands and more demands!

he fumed,

What could she possibly want!

she asked herself,

what could she want?

although she told herself she had it all,

all that she could possibly want.

it was a lie 

and she knew that.

what she really wanted,

was the implicit understanding,

of the purpose of a pearly tear,

that grew in her eye.

she wanted to see in all their eyes,

the unbriddled and childish love,

that she was sure, poured out of her own.

all she wanted was,

the stuff of legend,

the candyfloss building blocks,

of her candyland fantasy.

the soulmate effect,

the unspoken understanding.

all she wanted was his passion,

his dedication and his life...

thats all she wanted,

a slice of heaven in a mortal world.

perhaps a pouch of stardust, 

while shooting across the galaxy.

perhaps wanting a little too much than allowed!

all she wanted was a dream come true,

a fantasy,

an impossibility.

Just can't get enough!

Sex, drugs and alcohol,

Nay, you are stronger.

More potent, more powerful,

scarier even.

Poison, slow acting poison,

innocous looking, but quietly creeping through my veins.

The rush of exhilaration,

of finding and discovery,
the quiet ecstasy of interlinked fingers,
of kisses in the rain.

But its all just an illusion, isn't it,

for poison, however sweet, still kills mercilessly,

My heart, shattered,

wounds laid open for everyone to see,
holes in my being, now vulnerable,
jeers and mockery from crowd!

If I'm an open book,

then you scribble over my pages,
scratch, tear, inkblot!

Write meaningless rhymes of love and life,

and then,
tear out each page bit by bit,
and shred them into a million pieces.

And, I?

I search for new empty pages,
scour my mind for a new canvas,
just for you,
open myself up,

just for you,

cos I just cant get enough!

Birth death rebirth,

and dying again,
ecstasy and then pain,
more pain, each and every time!
cos, I just cant get enough!

firefly!

So, he came over.
Very late, unexpected.
Without a sound, but I knew he was there.
Before he had time,
I flitted downstairs.
He asked me to walk with him.
The little path, wound up the hill.
with the little toy houses on either side.
We walked,
and we walked.
It was nigh dawn.
The sky a perplexed blue,
a silent chill in the air.
We stepped off the main road,
out of reality and rare flashing cars,
and entered a silent lane.
A few steps ahead,
a world left behind,
We walked side by side up the winding road,
in the arms of the trees.
A burbling brook beside me,
hillocks to his side.
We walked,
arms entwined.
A slight gust of winds,
like a lady whispering,
and the fireflies came out,
flickering!
There was a pregnant pause!
He turned to look at me.
in the pale half light;
he looked almost ethereal,
ephemeral yet perpetual.
His long fingers, rose
touched my cheek,
leaving a glow.
The sounds of our shallow breaths
resonating in perfect tune,
under the butter moon,
on a july night.
The magical moment went on and on.
minutes, hours, days years.
The magic of the moment lingered,
until the dewdrops fell,
and the light began to swell.
He walked me back to my door,
a fleeting kiss,
and he turned away.
I watched till he was gone,
just as suddenly as he came,
like the flicker of a firefly's light,
and I wondered if I would see him again....


Inspired by my walk in the woods tonight! I actually came across a winding path, with a babbling brook running next to it! Pictures will be up soon :)