Unprecedented !!

My brain feels claustrophobic right now, copious thoughts gushing at the same time in different tones like the wild waters hitting from each pebble to humungous rocks, taking diversions fluctuating from its norm. Simple issues made complicated .Is that how life nurture’s us to face all mood swings. I guess the supreme power has carved a cordial injustice crafting the human brain in such fashion that it sometimes tricks our fidelity towards our grey cells.

Sissor kicks!

Sometimes trimming that extra fat out of your life just feels so damn. . . GREAT! Cutting out those people who have served no other purpose but to suck the spirit and life out of you turns out to be one of the most freeing and liberating choices one could ever make, when before it felt like one’s heart was being torn out.
So, moving up and on. Going forward, I resolve to surround myself with people who respect me, my moral convictions, and who do not degrade and condescend me based on them, with people who are still on my list of those for whom I would gladly lay down my life without batting an eye.
And that list is now one person shorter.

Shackles

Destiny clinches life to imponderable clutches.
From the cord in her womb to the bleak dome to eternity.
Smothered at first
Realized later
That emancipation from these shackles
Is the dawn of a cloistered putrid and a brooch for a mocking infamy.

Motherhood

So Beautiful and picturesque in her attire with an infant in her bosom. An object to remind me of divine maternity. Sacred image of sinless motherhood whose infant was to redeem the world. The taint of the deepest sin in the most sacred quality of human life. The world was only darker for this woman’s beauty. And the more lost for the infant that she had borne.

Sanctity in Sabotage

Like the crevice in a mirror
Is how our traits split
Like the ripples in lucid water
Is how our thoughts befall unhinged
Like the shriveled tree
Is how we are left in quarantine
Like the taint in a glass
Is how I can envisage
Our life’s sanctity is in sabotage.

My mind in pursuit of serenity,
As my thoughts have become vagrant.
I indubitably dread that it is the reminiscence of a scourge.
Wedging my regimented surge of credence.
Is it me? Or is it my conscience
That I censure my ignorance to be
The rationale for these vacillations.

Retro and Rockers

I begin to reckon that pop music is all imprudent love, girlfriends and boyfriends where they croon about budding love, elapsed love, and future love.
Well I am not reproachful about it.

Just that my outlook about retro and rock is explicitly an idiom of sundry feelings in a pragmatic world. It conveys love, anger, anxiety and pain.Sometimes obscure and unfathomable libretto which is pertinent to life

Here are my all time Favorites
1. Cochise by Audioslave
2. When a blind man cries and Soldier of Fortune by Deep purple

3. All along the Watch tower by Jimi Hendrix

4. Say it Aint No by Weezer

5. Take, Hardest Button,my doorbell and Blue Orchid The white stripes

6. Long cool Woman by The hollies

7. Main offender by The Hives

8. 16 military wives by The Decemberists

9. Strutter by Kiss

10. Starlight by Muse

11. Song two – Blur

12. Play that funky song - Wild cherry

13. Crazy train by Ozzy Osborn

14. God save the queen by Sex pistols

15. Carry on my wayward by KAnsas

Feed in you views about the list

HAppy V day Dee!!

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A.Jay In Wonderland

Is it peculiar that I seriously get a little poignant before I stride into the Cosmetic Section @ Macys. The rapture. The anticipation. The petite bag that I dropped $75 on. It is like a candy store for grown folks. Grown folks with lip gloss and make up obsessions. The estrogen level is sky-scraping. Guys tend to give it a wide berth. A few confident gentlemen venture in, hold up random testers, and look for consent in the eyes of their ladies.

It’s not a place for kids, really. If you’re coming in to make a quick grab, sure, but if you are there to peruse, make other arrangements. I have rarely been so appalled as I was at the sight of a small boy sitting in the aisle between the Chanel and E. Arden displays. Pulled from the shelves and piled around him were boxes of blush. He was opening them and pushing them about. Chanel blush, specifically their powder blush in a shade named Ephemere, is iconic. It’s also about $40 dollars a pop. This under supervised youngster was corrupting a few hundred dollars worth of stock but was in his quest of giving a helping hand to his mom who was on the other side of the counter giving a coquettish glance over perfumes.

Anyways getting back to what I got from my wonderland. Chanel's Levres Scintillates Glossimer and Aqualumiere Lipstick and Passion from Arden collections
I think my cosmetics are leading a far more steamy life than I am .

Shallow minds

I had a conversation yesterday with a quintessential callow person and it bowled over me that some people never change over an epoch of time or let me put it this way, they never attempt to amend ever in their lives. I contemplated that age is one of the factor that would pilot to an individual’s transformation but I guess it doesn’t ensue with few. They love living their past over and over again self obsessing, self defending and undermining other’s demeanor physically and psychologically. It is beyond a shadow of doubt that they are obscure about their present and swank about their prospects. At times it makes me feel like probing their wiles, and prejudice rationalizations, on second thoughts I am not the one who squabble’s for the sake of doing it and trying to reform the world. Initially I thought I should be defiant to her gibberish ridicule. Finally I couldn’t take anymore crap that i walked off deciding to stay impervious to all their futileness and evade their acquaintance.

Captivating libretto from 1 of Mel C's Song

Night and day.
Black beach sand to red clay.
From sidewalks to highways.
See it'll never be the same again.
What I'm sayin'My mind frame never changed 'til you came rearranged.
But sometimes it seems completely forbidden.
To discover those feelings that we kept so well hidden.

Where there's no competition.
And you render my condition.
Though improbable it's not impossible.
For a love that could be unstoppable.
But wait.

A fine line's between fate and destiny.
Do you believe in the things that were just meant to be?
When you tell me the stories of your quest for me.
Picturesque is the picture you paint effortlessly.

And as our energies mix and begin to multiply.
Everyday situations, they start to simplify.
So things will never be the same between you and I.
We intertwined our life forces and now we're unified.

Words of inspiration

Do you have words that inspire you? Words that demarcate what you want to be or do? Words that elevate you up and help you be the person you want to be?

I have a few...among them "Dream", "Love", "Belief"

Dream, because dreaming can lead to aspirations and realities that I otherwise wouldn't allow myself. For too long, I stopped dreaming of what I could do with my life.

Love, because I believe love hauls with us through the darkest of times and makes the best of times even better. Without Love the world would be even daunting than it can be now.

Belief, because I have to hark back myself to believe in what I can do. I don't easily believe in my own abilities occasionally, and it helps me remember that I am worth believing in.

Your turn. Post in words that that instigate you.