Ethereal

Nalin means Lotus (Preface)

Sitting in a car. I have a blue check shirt on, being a little embarrassed by a small food stain that sits on its cufflinks.
I'm going home.
But moreover, I inflict my thinking over this oeuvre, with the wind coming in from the rolled down windows and it is touching my face but not in correspondence to the music that hits my ears. Going back to quite a few thoughts that I penned down about "Ethereal" in my diary foreshadows these visions and ideas I had, that you will be reading about or some that you will be reading, maybe never. I believe in that maybe. Overall, this gap of 1 year before putting out a third book created paths that were meant to be walked on and some left for some other journey, some other time.
It created a microscopic poetic observant in me; picking words as the time passes by to not to get closer to but to actually capture that idea of perfect that I had in my mind and let it flow onto numerous pages of pretty diaries.
Through my headphones I get to listen to this new artist sing about "their someone" being a traitor without cheating- an oxymoron, or so I like to think about the clever songwriting. This thought dissolves in the back of my head as I croon along to the melody of the song.
Before proceeding with a third book, I met with "two roads that diverged in a yellow wood" ,but only metaphorically. I had the option to declare my one sided unrequited love once again, in a more refined form in the hopes of "my someone" actually loving me back. But I put on a different jacket only to take it off later on and let my arms flow through the cut sleeves of my t-shirt, letting my insecurities run as shivers down my spine.
I moved on.
And somewhere in between I even moved from 15 to 16, which felt like a lot of growing up and at some points, it felt more than that.
Complex metaphors, poetic instruments, rhyming schemes, and my ability to write what I feel constitutes this book and everything else I've written. This book put me in a place where I understood that this was no longer a hobby. Writing is my passion. It is something so sensational that drives me to feel life more and understand it better. It makes me feel ethereal in the most exquisite ways possible and I love it. I am a poet.