I was dreaming, so I couldn't be snoring, right?

There was rain, and there was snow. How could they be falling together? I looked up with wondrous awe. Ah, but that was part of the charm.

Sun. There was a bicycle. An old lady on a bicycle, riding very very fast. Almost like roadrunner. Except this was on the green lush hills of Missouri. Or was it the Great Wall of China? She left behind a very slow, very confused old man also on a bicycle. She was having too much fun to look back.

My sister was getting married. I could hear everyone just outside. Why is the room full of suitcases? My stuff is here somewhere, if only I could find it. My mother calls. Wait, don’t start without me!

My tooth fell out. Not easily. It dangled on a hook for some time, then popped out. I smiled at the mirror. Oh no, there’s a gaping hole that shows!!

A man in a bright yellow suit. Now why would anyone wear a yellow suit AND be singing on stage? At first it made me smile, and I wanted to laugh, but I was too timid to. Besides, there were so many people around me, strangers. Where did they come from? How did the man in the yellow suit end up on screen? Everyone was laughing. I tried hard not to. But I couldn’t not. I ended up laughing too much.

None of it makes sense, I hardly ever do. But I woke up with a smile, and went out of the house in a good mood and a hurry.

Wait, is that rain? And is that snow? I need an umbrella.

I need to wake up.

10 amazing facts about dreams

Bell the cat, won't you, Eyes?

The mice all sat in gloom one day

For the cat wouldn’t bell, try as they may.

They tried and they tried, but the cat got away.

It seemed as if the cat knew! what plans they had made.

A mouse called Fay,

She was small and gay.

She was wise beyond her ears,

But all of them knew nay.

All she said was try and try

Till the cheese melts and the milk curdles

We shall not give up, jump over the hurdles.

They tried once, they tried again,

The cat wouldn’t bell! Oh it was such pain.

The mice couldn’t play, they couldn’t be merry.

For the cat was as sly as… well, as a cat on a ferry!

A mouse called Eyes, he was small and shy.

He had tried once, he had tried again.

He had given up, oh it was such a pain!

But when all of the mice had tried and failed,

Eyes, the mouse, he heard Fay speak

He took a chance and a bell, and without a squeak,

This time he tied the ribbon around the cat’s tail.

and lo and behold! He did prevail.

The mice could play, and the mice were merry

Because they kept trying, they found a way to be happy!

Crowded

An empty room
A vase, a plant
Is it real? Is it not?
Some pillows, some books
An obituary.
A past, Some dreams,
A scenery.
A clock that goes tick tock tick tock.
Horses and dogs that would
come alive if she turned around.

A sunlit scene,
a girl curled up in a chair.
Afraid of her thoughts
that sound louder than she would dare
in the profound silence
she hadn't noticed till now.

Tassels and lamps
and flowers of thread,
drenched in the warmth
of an afternoon sun.
Filled with stories of unknown ones,
The empty room.

Its just a thought, only a thought.

Ok, so I’ve never been a revolutionary. I’ve never had problems with rules or wanted to rebel. (Well, don’t ask my parents.) I’ve never been angry at the world. At one point or the other, I’ve been angry at subsections of it… What am I getting at? I don’t know. Maybe that’s the whole point.

I’ve never had an epiphany about what life is like or about. Does that mean I don’t know? I don’t have intelligent ideas on what I believe in, or don’t. And neither do I have a problem with that. I live every day, as it comes. Without expectations. Not to say that I don’t think. Oh I have opinions, but they are not from over analyzing things and trying to make sense of them. They are just because of how and what I have come across in my life so far. If someone asked me if I ever wanted to get married, I would say, “It depends.” And they would have a hard time believing that I am not being diplomatic. Besides, I think a lot more than I say. Or so I would like to believe! ;) I still delight in what is ordinary about me, and the little bit of not-so-ordinary.

I am full of contradictions, but I’m comfortable with them. In fact, it’s one of the things I love about myself! Can a feminist like pink? AM I even a feminist? It depends. Are you lifting my suitcase because you thought you could do it, or you thought I couldn’t? Am I just who I am, or am I just still trying to create a comprehensible stream of ideas from all that I know? And if I myself don’t know who I am, then how would others?

All I can tell you is, don’t believe in looks and a half hour of talk. Don’t even go by the bits of insight I offer about me. I’m often misleading. Because you see, it seems I have no clue!

(This is what happens when you hang around people who think so clearly and get you stumped because their E/IQ is a hundred more than yours. Dang it! )

Life, Love, and me

What did you do
broke me to pieces,
then picked up each one
and gave them your kisses.
How did you see
what the future held for me?
knowing I would fall
wouldn't they let me be?
They found me all broken,
they gave me your kiss.
She wound me all up
in her love and embrace.

Now you throw me one more
now you show me some more
what would you do next?
let your powers rest.
Play with my mind
play with my heart.
Break me to peices,
tear me apart.
Test me my love,
test me my faith,
test me my person
show me the way.

Let me give them your kiss
let me find them a bay
let me wind them all up
in your love and embrace.
Its time for the broken
by the same token
to mend the parts stolen
from another mistake.

Your games I would play
your risks I would take
that I would find myself broken
in pieces again.