Light My Fire
"Todays gonna be the day when they are gonna throw it back to you"
and yeah, they did.
In my ball game, suddenly the referee stays stop. Its bad light. Just when you thought you were doing great with all the right moves, perfect temperament goes blip. Taken for a ride.
Just this point reminds me of Naruto, the undying spirit with which he carries on, with sheer stupidity and no second thoughts, he fights and he fights hard to attack the insurmountable. And he almost dies. But the stunning wallpaper, with his face colored with blood and scratches, his wide-open eyes scorning at an unbeliever, just looks into you and searches for the slumbering passion for living, and more importantly, winning. Substance.
"And all the roads you had to take are winding, all the lights that lead us there are blinding.."
Create a Wonderwall. So impenetrable, so intact, that you smile at the forays that tend to scare you into the vastness of defeat and perplexity.
It no longer seems a pain, but just a reminder that I used to be a puppy thrown off as in a skirmish.
A movie seems good the first time, you perceive a part of your personality (real or imaginary) in it the second time, and you know it all the third time. The push ups, the intermediaries, the accents, the angles and the predicaments in the dialogues rather than in the plot.
A song feels nice the first time due to its tune, second time gives you in the lyrics, and the third time you juxtapose them, appreciating the melody arrangement. pigeon hole - symmetry - harmony.
Love. Starts with admiration, captivates your heart, engages you in it for hours, adds to your efficiency.
Love. Translates into a habit, a maturity, a beautifying factor.
Love. Looks out for the pure feeling which brings a smile to your face. And not just once, forever.
Love is a moment. Just one. The one which, you feel the most about, the solitary moment in the passing, which just doesn't become a memory, but stays like a stopped clock dial. Not reminding you of the moment, but bringing back that smile, that stupendous smile, that rare brilliant smile mesmerizing you in the glory of the grandeur of it all. The magnificence of it all makes you wonder about the sublime and delicacy of love, the serenity which has passed by, the nostalgia the hovers around, with all its powers acting at the focus of the moment. Love is just that moment.
No, I don't believe at 'love at first sight', I don't believe people fall for each other in a flick; thats just scarcity of character or of favorable conditions making you conducive of giving away to your mind , letting it feel something adventurous, something novel and lovely. When we trekked in Black Forest, I was flowing with awe and emotion for a little girl, playing with her little brothers on a swing, which I still can't figure out why. She was beautiful, didn't say a word, was very shy, and was not at all a very young woman, if I should say. to be politically correct, I wasn't in love with her then, wasn't I just filled with admiration, think it was something in between. Not even infatuation. ( I have been killed with those since I was 12)
It all unfolds after all, like a feather falling in the right cap. Though I don't feel like finishing this one..
At midnight, when you see a star, you will always remember where we are.
and yeah, they did.
In my ball game, suddenly the referee stays stop. Its bad light. Just when you thought you were doing great with all the right moves, perfect temperament goes blip. Taken for a ride.
Just this point reminds me of Naruto, the undying spirit with which he carries on, with sheer stupidity and no second thoughts, he fights and he fights hard to attack the insurmountable. And he almost dies. But the stunning wallpaper, with his face colored with blood and scratches, his wide-open eyes scorning at an unbeliever, just looks into you and searches for the slumbering passion for living, and more importantly, winning. Substance.
"And all the roads you had to take are winding, all the lights that lead us there are blinding.."
Create a Wonderwall. So impenetrable, so intact, that you smile at the forays that tend to scare you into the vastness of defeat and perplexity.
It no longer seems a pain, but just a reminder that I used to be a puppy thrown off as in a skirmish.
A movie seems good the first time, you perceive a part of your personality (real or imaginary) in it the second time, and you know it all the third time. The push ups, the intermediaries, the accents, the angles and the predicaments in the dialogues rather than in the plot.
A song feels nice the first time due to its tune, second time gives you in the lyrics, and the third time you juxtapose them, appreciating the melody arrangement. pigeon hole - symmetry - harmony.
Love. Starts with admiration, captivates your heart, engages you in it for hours, adds to your efficiency.
Love. Translates into a habit, a maturity, a beautifying factor.
Love. Looks out for the pure feeling which brings a smile to your face. And not just once, forever.
Love is a moment. Just one. The one which, you feel the most about, the solitary moment in the passing, which just doesn't become a memory, but stays like a stopped clock dial. Not reminding you of the moment, but bringing back that smile, that stupendous smile, that rare brilliant smile mesmerizing you in the glory of the grandeur of it all. The magnificence of it all makes you wonder about the sublime and delicacy of love, the serenity which has passed by, the nostalgia the hovers around, with all its powers acting at the focus of the moment. Love is just that moment.
No, I don't believe at 'love at first sight', I don't believe people fall for each other in a flick; thats just scarcity of character or of favorable conditions making you conducive of giving away to your mind , letting it feel something adventurous, something novel and lovely. When we trekked in Black Forest, I was flowing with awe and emotion for a little girl, playing with her little brothers on a swing, which I still can't figure out why. She was beautiful, didn't say a word, was very shy, and was not at all a very young woman, if I should say. to be politically correct, I wasn't in love with her then, wasn't I just filled with admiration, think it was something in between. Not even infatuation. ( I have been killed with those since I was 12)
It all unfolds after all, like a feather falling in the right cap. Though I don't feel like finishing this one..
At midnight, when you see a star, you will always remember where we are.
