Words for Saturday

The One Song
Teardrops stain the soul’s windows
As distant melodies from yonder unknown
Wrap their fingers around my heart
A song I never knew, spoke to me
A melody I’ll never know, you see
I barely heard the words to it
And a fire in me was indeed lit
Craning neck and straining ears
I was all flustered, turning about
And my heart murmured with life
For the sweet sound did seem to whisper
Secrets that revive my thoughts most inner
This is to the one song I never even met
A tune I don’t remember but won’t forget. 
                                                               -Miss Daisy






The freaking Easter weekend

Happy Easter y’all!!

This Easter weekend could not have come upon me soon enough! Talk about exhaustion. My Easter weekend was very eventful. Things happened in a way that I can only explain with the analogy of the snowball effect, and I rolled with it.

Studio time

The good times began with a studio audition. I pretty much hated how I performed of my song. It was just…bleh. But I got a really good deal and I am so excited and cannot wait to get started. I’ll have more details as the thing unfolds and morphs into Plus I met some really cool people and had a great time afterwards.

Today, I was told that my Achilles heel is avoiding issues. I’m talking about those weird, uncomfortable, touchy issues that have me going against my nature as a woman when I don’t address them. I honestly do not think it’s true. I pick my battles and avoid confrontations. Addressing my issues would cause very many confrontational situations. How do I live like this? Well, you’d be surprised how the brain is capable of repressing memories and thoughts for our well being.

Enjoy the break, guys. I’ll be catching up on school work.

Song writing

This entire week I’ve been thinking about music. I was bitten by the music bug. I’ve had this immensely strong urge to write a song and sing it. I have to admit, though, writing a song for me does not come as easily as writing a poem. I know a song is technically a poem, but in my head, not really.

I love music and I wish life was a musical. I wish everyone would burst into song for no reason at all. I’ve been listening to Ed Sheeran and Labrinth : talk about inspiration and pressure!! I want to write songs like theirs and play the guitar as well as they do. I really wish that sheer desire was all it took to achieve musical greatness.

My song

So I wrote verse one yesterday (for some reason it took me a great amount of strength to come upon that recollection and somehow, I don’t seem to remember when I did it!!) and finished the rest of it a little while ago. I’m still working on the tune and guitar accompaniment. It’s proving to be tough!!

My baby Taylor guitar

In other news, I’m happy to announce that earlier this week, I started the book The Tell-Tale Brain that I’d mentioned earlier. I like how things are going.

When your hair don’t shine


Let’s play a little game called ‘I have been’. I’ll go first, okay?

I have been so down that my hair lost its shine. I fact, I am so down right now, my hair’s so dull and sad. The first reason is that I spent so much money on a certain cosmetic product mistaking it for another. It was my fault, really. I should have taken time to read the label.
Secondly, I have just been corrected. It has been a week of that, and it’s only Wednesday. While I don’t mind correction, it gets me down for a couple of reasons: It’s always about something that I have been thinking of changing, something I hate people doing but didn’t realise I also do it, or something that I’ve been doing subconsciously all this time but no one (till now) thought to point out.
Oh wait, there’s one more thing that’s getting me even lower in today’s particular situation. While my mistake was corrected in the most gentle of ways, self conscious ol’ me had to get it in my head that every time I see this person who corrected me, said person will always be judging me about it. That never happens, right? I mean, I certainly do not judge people after correcting them.
Every cloud has a silver lining. My silver lining this afternoon’s that this low feeling I have, just generated a post. When I decided to start a blog, I thought my excitement and gusto to write posts (even if not daily) would last forever! I couldn’t possibly see myself having nothing to write about. Till today. I got home thinking how I really had nothing to say. But that changed, clearly.


My view from the front seat- Campaign vehicle
 I just remembered!! The highlight of my morning was the inter campus ride on the school bus today. I love, love, simply LOVE riding in the bus, sitting right at the front next to the door…! Sigh, simple pleasures!
Right next to the door

Before I leave, I make a tribute to love! It’s beautiful, sad, magical and tragic. Check out Thought of You by Ryan Woodward   It’s a beautiful blend of music, dance, art and love! It really is worth your time.