SERVIETTE

thirteen

Song: Tame Impala-New person Same mistakes (lyrics)
CoV: WKA DESIGNS

December two, twenty seventeen

Twenty nine days until we welcome Twenty eighteen

Today the weather is exceptionally very calm according to me.

Since morning I haven't witnessed the sun rays

It's so cloudy, yet not dark
It's so windy, yet not cold
It's so beautiful,
The fluttering of leaves along the whip of swaying wind.

The breath of fresh air.

I really wish I could write exactly what is traversing my neurons, because few minutes back the flow of words where different than now.

At times I hate these spontaneous changes in brain waves,
Yet at times the words come out stronger than I intended.

Looking over my left, the window opening Eastward, I can hear the hum of fresh air.

I really wish I could get out of these four walls, that bind me
And go on journey over gust of wind which would take me nowhere.

I'm fantasizing myself as a leaf, a leaflet which has the honor of traversing in the path of wind,
Heaving ho up in the air
Yet descend smoothly like a water droplet landing the soil.

It's so calming
A contradictory state,
Even though it's windy, I don't feel chills
I simply relax in this soothing lull.

People seek and urge for warmth, comfort and anchor
But don't know why I seek for, wish to be calm, unexpected and in flow.

Maybe that's who I am, maybe when I've enough guts to accept myself completely and really follow what I desire, maybe then

Maybe I might attain my salvation
Maybe then I shall rest in peace.

It's still not ten o'clock in the morning of this eerily windy Saturday of December two, twenty seventeen.

The ozonic space has thin cushions
Beautifully lit with silver lining
The blue hue, perplexing my vision
Glancing towards the horizon
Streaked with thin line of Rose golden
How Majestic!

I hate it when tall trees are still
But today they make me love them more, with their swag!

As if they are alive and living their moment
Swaying side to side
Fluttering the leaflets
Shedding a few
Bending a bit
Lifting the spirit
So Mesmerizing!

I can hear a distant bark of dog
Is it excitement or self defense?
I know not because my tattered soul is at bliss since this morning

And since I'm at bliss, my senses are picking up stimuli's of unknown

To perceive the distant call and try to analyze the meaning.

Change
Is the only constant in nature
Even Time
As profound as the most powerful
Couldn't escape the clutches of Change.

Change is Magic
Change is Truth
Change is Livelihood
Change is Eternal

I would not be surprised if after years i read these lines and laugh or cry
These words that I'm penning down today are simply a peekaboo about how I'm feeling today

Yes, just today
This moment
This minute

Is all that matters right now to me.

Ai.