My perfect day!

After getting a good night’s sleep, I would like waking up and running towards the luscious green fields that surround my house at my native place. I would complete a nap around the lake there. After that, I would find a comfortable spot along the edge of the lake and take some time to reflect on the past week and the week ahead. I would take pride in the things I accomplished and think about what needs to be accomplished soon.

By noon, I would come back home and make myself a light snack and catch up on some singing. Then I would take a long shower and have lunch with my family. After lunch, I would put on a movie I’ve seen before (preferably a comedy) and most likely end up falling asleep and taking a nap halfway through the movie.

In the evening, with my internal batteries charged from the nap, I would then go cycling around the picturesque streets of the town. I would come back home and grab a cup of tea, sipping it by the window.

Before sleeping I would read a novel and then think about how I would spend the next day. That’s how I’d like to spend my day. How would you?

Happiness lies in all the little things 

Happiness lies in all the little things
Looking at your niece smile ear to ear by just a glimpse of you,
Seeing your sister become that strong person you want to be too.
Seeing your father feeling content you’re come home safe,
Preparing his bed for him cause he’s going to be late.
Awaiting the day you’ll kiss your special person;
Eager to give and take some lovin’
A handshake here,
A smile there,
A hello, how do you do?
A fine, thank you.
Life’s all about these little things,
So cherish them, cause one day,
They might cheer you up
when your world seems grey.

Gorai

Away from the bustling city,
Into a quaint old place,
Across memories she’d always wanna chase.
Blithe as she walks through the serene and picturesque road,
With breeze blowing laden with leaves,
She walks past reaching the seaboard.
Rumble of waves gushing toward the shore,
Now sensing Déjà vu, it has happened before.
Suddenly an air of melancholy surrounds her, the day seems gloomy
Lost in thought about days that were better.
She pines for life anew,
Adrift her thoughts though soft breezes blew.
At the same time she sees a future, she’d love to embrace,
But good or sad, those memories she wouldn’t efface.

First written blog

This is my first written blog post. I’ve been on tumblr for quite some time now but never thought about sharing written stuff.
I don’t write as much but when I do it’s for myself.
I thought I’d share a few things online and weblogging would be the best way to convey.
So after many attempts at writing a blog… well let’s just say it’s come to this. I could never figure out how I wanted to go about it. Do I just talk about all things me as a person, do I incorporate my love for animals andnature, or do I share everything I do..
Then I made my mind up that there’s no real formula I want to follow per-say. I just needed to find the right medium to share my love of these things, hope it isn’t too random, you deem me a-bit “all over the place” and hope you get something from it, a laugh, a smile, a thought, some knowledge or some form of inspiration.

Mumma my Angel

I wake up everyday feeling sad and at the same time eager to go to college again. Taking my tea to the window I try to remember fragments of my dreams
I sit down without enthusiasm in the sunshine of a new day.

As I allow myself to sink down into my mood, it is the voice of my anxious child-self that I hear,’ I could’ve taken more care…?, I could’ve spent more time with her? I got to…? I didn’t…? I shouldn’t have…? It all feels too much… I want to run away…’ I try to simply hear her voice.

 That voice that I was used to once I woke up. That voice that was always gentle and caring. 

Then I put my arms around myself and have to tell myself that its time I got to accept that she’s gone and I wont see her again. But she’s still there watching over me… My angel my Mumma.