Diaries & blank pages, get me all excited!!
I love stashing notepads like a kid would, candies..
Somehow I can’t remember where I put my collection of fine tips (pens)..
That’s another thing I love to stash
The waves get me all excited
And the sand & the shore..
The sand toys would be the cherry on top,
The sunset: one ‘to go’ please
The blue waters of the pool
Are another starting point
They get me all started, till I find
The rhythm of my heart beating out loud
Jigsaw puzzles are a real mystery
Only till you get them all sorted
N then again you wanna shuffle it all,
N start again .. I can go on n on
Now movies are the real deal..
Like my first love or something
N probably my last love too..
I could watch them till the end of eternity..
Travel & vacations kind set me up,
To be my best, best self
A pair of flip flops or maybe a pair of sneakers
Are all I need (not really 😝)
Hide n seek, outdoors or in my very home,
Cheering for my kid are all worth my time
It’s so much fun to hide n then be sought
Like a gift unwrapped..
Now food is also the love of my life
Nachos, burritos n desserts..
Maybe doughnuts or waffles
Or anything sweet.. I’m all set
On a dull n boring day, I’d really visit the chopper
The guy who chops off my super short hair,
Hats off to him..he channels the ‘rebel’
I change my name to ease it up,
Truth be told,cuz I feel dichotomous
I find myself oscillating between the two ends
One being my home, the other my dreamy place
It’s weird & kind, normal yet shaken up,
I feel so odd, like no others around
I’ve embraced it now, it’s nothing to be wary of
It’s just me, being ME!!
I’m mediocre yet deep n rich,
My life feels textured in complexity
I’m easy yet multiply skilled
N yet I treat it not like bread n butter..
Fun is like the secret thread
Running the fabric of my life
I don’t really care for anything much
Other than family, fun & my share..
My share of being me,
True to all of it’s complexity
Lazy, easy & ever changing
My mantra is Inconsistency
I’ve stopped caring if others get me or not
Cuz it’s my job for sure
N I do a pretty ace job at it
I back myself up, to the core
I like to call myself WEIRDO,
As if it’s a badge of honor
N it’s an award if no one gets me,
It means I’m bang on!!!
My friend,my darling friend ‘inspiration’
Visits me in spurts
But when she does,
She kinda rocks me, like a storm
An artist’s life is so full n rich,
N yet so sparse and scanty
It’s like the rain, of inspiration
Is the steering wheel, controlling all the bounty
N yet, if given a choice,
I’d choose this exact same life again
I’d change absolutely nothing about it
Other than make ‘inspiration’ my best, best friend
At the mercy of my friend ‘darling inspiration’