Musing Mermaid

The King of Pop, the icon of music, the consummate entertainer, the words can run short but his aura. MJ's contributions to music and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. Though not much of his fan, i heard his songs after being told by my neighbor whom i saw often dancing on the beats of Jackson's music in the evenings in his verandah. I found him crazy and laughed at him, till he lent me some of the cassettes to listen. The very first time i heard him, i could understand no word but hear the screams. But soon i started following his videos on Channel V and felt no one else could moonwalk better. MJ was believed to be God on stage. One of the most exciting and energetic performer of his generation. Known for his backward-gliding moonwalk, his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves and his high-pitched singing, punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove, tight, military-style jacket and aviator sunglasses were trademarks, as was his ever-changing, su...

The month of June starts and so the rains. Gazing at the falling drops, simply leave me mesmerized. So much, that i long to touch the tiny droplets of water...i feel joyous at the mere scene, smelling the droplets falling on mud and getting drenched..what a perfect way to feel connected to nature. Walking on muddy grass, holding on & compelling my taste buds to just limit to those earthy smells. Looking at the blur in the midst of everything outside my window and hearing the dropping sound of rain; that is what i love about the rain. Poor leaves were barren, sad and desolate all this while & now the drops of water have kissed them. Flowers fluttering on high and acknowledging the rain god for his grace on them. Bushes on full swing matching steps with the drops that fall. Those birds fly back to their nests and wait for this downpour to end. there is a constant obstruction in the sky hampering them to play in there arena. They envy to see the bushes dancing with joy. The view e...

As i try hard to scribble today; Words fall short and thoughts nibble away. The mayhem in mind and heart does rounds; Work pulls me back as lost desires i found Here I brainstorm, in this commotion so keen to dive; Ideas count their breaths and refuse to come alive. Resolute to pour down when I try; Words pledge not to come my way. Deep in my heart those abstract things inside; Waving a bye to them the hands refuse to type. All my dreams of tomorrows and yesterdays; Seem like just a touch away I stand here with my wings spread ready to take off in a quick flight; Wandering in the darkness of my mind; searching for a spark that can unwind In anguish i give up, nothing came out concrete; I looked up and saw these lines, though petite As i try hard to scribble today; Words fall short and thoughts nibble away

I rise to live, to smile, to go… Another day keeps me going As I take a road traveled in the past I wander like a cloud in the sky The bitterness of life I embrace My silent companions make me realize as i sit with bowed head and lowered eyes Stop mulling over the dead haze.. I want to forget and forgive the facts that are rooted in pain Digging in my own back yard the old and sullen truths For long they bruised, Its time for them to be drained As i retrace my footsteps Intending to refine my deeds No longer i want to bear… While I learn from my mistakes, I promise to let go these fears I try to catch my share of happiness, life offers It orders me to free the sorrows and pains Clinched in my fists, those unwanted stains As I set them free, I see the heaviness flying. I run in hurry all over to gather… the smiles and blessings which are scattered I place it well in the corners of my home And it echoes behind the walls, tel...

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June 20, 2005...the day when i landed the capital, after those endless tales of emotion/drama/sobs. Convincing my mum and pursuing her to spread my wings and fly from my nest. To be independent and carry the journey of life on my own out of their protection, exploring the avenues life has to offer. Touching the feet of Delhi and gasping the beauty of it.(yea for a typical Jalandhar girl, it surely was b'ful - "The Metro effect"..The scene still flashes in front of my eyes..where the this punjabi clad in her jet pink salwaar suit was all smiles at the gates of SEED. Some excitement to be part of NIIT after those convincing sessions from Rupali (Yea shruts--The Booby female ;), other to breathe in freedom away from home, I ushered inside. After the customary formalities at the reception, i was guided towards the room allotted to me. Room No 205 it read. It seemed I was the first occupant, so inspecting the huge room with 4 beds, i wondered which one to grab. Umm the one in ...

I gaze, i grin, i giggled so what if the blow triggered? The point where i was hinted the unusual demeanor, when it was a spooky little carrier. The talks molded n folded, adding to the heat and the toungue scolded. We promised and got united for happy stories, Daily dose of love and no worries... I glance, I hear, I say, so what if we didnt go our way? It was an over debated issue, which we shouldn't have pursued.. The conversation just got worsened, and the aisles to each other sharpened stabbing each of us deep inside.. o petty things to be resolved we decide. I chop, I cook, I hear so what we let down on how to cater I welcome the suggestions with a long face tried keeping and doing stuff at your pace The words which boiled and blistered, worked faster than how sugar minced.. lets burn it up on the burner and we rinsed I sob, i cry, I howl so what the promises to keep still crawl I go erratic, i figure and explain, the sheer blame games we refrain. standing on the edge i ponder...