Winds of change....

The wind of change                                                             

Blows straight into the face of time

Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell

For peace of mind

Let your balalaika sing

What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment

On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

While this song is something every other person knows n loves, right now this verse seems to mirror my emotions. Had reached a juncture in life where i just lost interest in all things happy. It seemed like grey was a colour scheme in my head and everything was in slow motion...deflated and colourless. Imagine paintitng this perfect painting and being content with every stroke and then realising that there is no life in it...everythings perfect but ice cold...i dont know if that realization hurt me more or the fact that i choose to pick up my own bucket of water and throw it on the picture. Soaking it at first, leting it drip, bleed, change colours and finally be a bloody mess.

They say what are torn fragments today would seem like a part of a bigger patch of cloth tommorrow, or something to that effect which I think i read in the Bible. Wise old men are right, what seemed like a messed up painting a year ago now seems like a stark, new n fresh canvas....which the winds of change have cleaned. I have never enjoyed holding my own paintbrush more and creating a picture, the strokes bolder and the colours more vibrant than ever. But this change didnt happen to come alone....a lot of unknow n long lost frends helped me....unseen faces....unheard voices....then said mere things that started getting me liberated!!!

The winds of change are blowing past...i hope i find strength in this to hold on and not get carried away!!

Borrowed a few words, produced a poem...

Life’s not so simple anymore The world isn’t the way it was before
While no profound thinker i claim to be
The truth is out there if you wish to see

While the Simpsons never end their run
And Yogi Bear still has his share of fun
Somehow I never made it to what i was meant to be
And I am not sure I like this new avatar that is me

Inconspicuous in the shadows I revel
A silent witness to events I cant ever tell
Soon this shadow will also be lost in the past
A new me will emerge, and this one will last

There are worlds to see and places to go
There road never ends and on goes the show
Yellow stone waits and so do the islands of Greece
Scintillating dancers and snake charmers
Magician, musicians and lion tamers

Brevity is not a virtue I hold too dear
Sagacity too I am not good at I fear
While of Illicit pleasures I steer clear
I find my comfort in chilled draught beer

Tomorrow maybe I will start to transform
I will give up this life, this safety, this norm
Let me be the shadow, just for tonight
Tomorrow i’ll rise a phoenix, beautiful and bright

~a Tito Thought!! not my original....