Coldplay n me.

"For you I’d wait 'til kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me. "

Coldplay is one band that has transformed me, my life and my sense of music and lyrics. Every song of theirs has had a profound impact on me. In some way or the other, Chris Martin has encouraged me to write. My writings, however seldom they are, have more depth now I feel. But I would not say that its just Coldplay alone. Life as I know it, has changed and is changing, evolving, turning, flipping upside down, here and there. And it's becoming more difficult day by day to hold on. All this, Chris Martin etc has changed me. Maybe for the good. Maybe for the bad. But I seriously hope it is the former case because the way 2011 has been treating me, I feel like a ragged doll, torn, shaken n blown by 70miles per hour winds!

...... :|

There's this weird little odd feeling inside me. Sometimes I may be able to put my finger on what it is. But most of the times, I have no idea what it is. But it's always there, something poking here and there. I worry too much. I think too much. And I just cannot stop doing so however badly I want to. It might be that after all these years, it's just the feeling of something poking me when actually there's nothing. It is very weird. And distracting. Not to mention irritating. I just don't know what to do about it.

Wild.Untamed.

Limelight. Streaks of hair.
Wild. Untamed.
Stage. Microphone.
Grunge. Scream.

Darkness. One shot.
Heat. Halogens.
Heavy.Metal.
Wild. Untamed.

War song. Blue eyes.
Soldiers. Bloodshot.
Wild.Untamed.
Death. Mosh.

Wild.Untamed.
Frenzy. Crowd.
'Them'. Leap of Faith.
Distortion. Pulsethrob.

The Lion's "Tail" (tale)

I hung a lion by its tail today.
As I did it, he roared and almost pawed the air away.

The lion was a twit as I had thought.
Easier than the plan he got caught.

It took him a while to realize that he had been tricked.
But by that time I had had him by the whip.

To let it go would be such a waste.
I could get a life if it stayed that way.

This was an option that hadn't clicked before.
In an instant opened my career's door.

I would show him off to the world.
Go everywhere with it till I was bald.

Who would have seen a lion like this?
Tied by the tail, its hard to miss.

All that crap school, colleges had taught.
Till now seemed to have got me naught.

Piggyback the lion, I would go far and wide
Known as the man with the iron hide.

My parents would be proud,as would my friends
New careers would open up again.

Now I start,with a smile and a twitter.
The lion,my gold, is all that glitters.

Sometimes.

Sometimes you wish you weren't there. The act is awkward, embarrassing or sad. And you just don't wanna be a part of it. But you have to.
There are times when you don't wanna sleep, but just lie awake and think of everything. But you can't. Days are tiring, and there is too much to do. To top it all, no one makes it any easier. You start looking for your solace, your world where you can escape. You realize that much of what yours peers have said are lies and false. No one can be taught to face the world. Everyone learns on his/her own. Be it that boy who has had to work his way all his life for his daily bread or that kid in bright clothes from a posh house. Life unveils slowly and steadily at times but then again, speeds up so much so that you don't have time to grasp onto what whizzed past. They say the most complex thing on the planet is the DNA helix and its mapping and uncoding it will take years. Life's helluva more complicated than that. It's all these sticks piled on each other where the sticks say stuff life 'relationships', 'friendship', 'career', 'family' etc etc. And all these sticks have innumerable branches and more sticks coming out of them, each for every person in life. And sometimes they overlap and sometimes it is so that there isn't anymore space to overlap even. New sticks arise, piled, blueprinted, arranged in the most complex geometrical figure possible. If only it weren't so.

You.

You do seem to linger around. And I can never face you. A veil separates us. Always has. At one point it did seem to vanish. But then again, at that point you weren't there. But when you came back again, nothing ever seemed to have changed. The veil fluttered like before and words still fumbled and spluttered before escaping as nonsense to the realm of the world. Thin and fragility personify you all the more with each passing day. And I yearn for you to feel my touch.

Start for the start.

I will start from the end and roll back to where it started. Truth is, I don't know where it started. Along the way I will look for clues to lead back to the past. The past needs to be changed. After I complete the rollback, I shall tuck in a thing or two, set a few things right, and start for the end again. By that time, the world will have moved on. But I will be in my time frame. Nothing will be impossible. I just have to stick to that path and not divert from it. There will be hurdles along the way but abseiling down a tough proper rope will be the best option.

But its just that I still have to start rolling back to the start.