RED.

There are a million ways to die

You are why I live to savor it

There are a billion ways to bleed

But you are by far my favorite

Territorial Spidey Attack.

I used to pretend that I wasn't afraid of spiders.  It made me feel cool - like I was braver than most people.  If someone called me on my bluff and asked me to dispose of a spider, I would put on my battle-face and do my best to get rid of it without letting the panic bubble to the surface.

Having said that, Now, in the one month that I have been in this place, I don't pretend anymore.

The dark corners of the rear side of my cupboard is home to two fuzzy spiders. While I haven't been able to quite determine their relationship status, I highly suspect them to be an old couple. Its because they hardly never go out together.

You have to understand that after moving in from a house partially owned by rats, (both literally and figuratively). while moving in here, seeing two of these furry things sitting pretty on my chair seemed like a no-biggie. Hence after being high fived by a rat (True story), I did not think much of this and let them be. Do their spidey-thing in peace.

Lately, however, they seem to think that their ownership of my cupboard's rear end somehow extends to my entire bedroom. They invade my territory, my cupboard. my kitchen cupboard. my Coffee mug. MY COFFEE MUG! But the last straw was when I slid opened my top drawer only to have one of them fall  on my face and crawl across my skin.

ON MY FACE.
Across my skin!

Not only did I almost jump out of my skin while my hands and legs went against gravity at weird positions, I also literally thought I was about to die. The slo-mo death that ends in fuzz gore. It was the single most icky and creepy feeling I have ever got. EVER.

Needless to say, I called it quits and in my delirious mad anger, stomped across the kitchen to the cupboard and pushed it against the wall, closing the gap to thier abode.

Forever.

And since then they have scuttled across onto my carpet. Watching me. While I watch them, occasionally. I am beginning to suspect that in order to spite me, they have procreated....like exponentially and the thought of a million eggs sitting god knows where all across my room waiting to hatch and recruit others for a massive spider-attack against thier home-wrecker isn't a far-fetched notion. Anyway, I did finally manage to scoop them onto a chart paper and leave them out on the terrace. For new beginnings .

I am pretty sure their loss of home will be avenged in some fashion by its clone army, but for now it is gone. 

This Too Shall Pass

Do you remember this and the pages that followed. I left clues everywhere.
Din’t you see them. I was hoping so much that you would.
So much.

Because sometimes the night is dark and stormy. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine. And as that happens, you will want to turn to the last page. 

Please Don't. You'll ruin the story.

Wanderlust

She dreams of blue skies with wisps of grey

of dimming sunsets and cobbled streets

Conjures a view of a nondescript bay

Brimming with pretty lights and Happy feet 

Surrounded by the ocean, Shaded by the moon

where she may pass by fireflies in platitudes

Live the artful life in a perpetual slow motion

measured by only longitude and latitudes

Link by link she will build a chain of trust

asking,"will you step outside your walls with me?

And hand in hand, yield to wanderlust

to create our own serendipity?

"

College Trip, Rohtang Pass, 2010

I Am Calling You Back

Tonight I need you around me.

Lend me a pinch of your insensitivity.

You see, with you gone, I am wary of this new found lingering balance.

I insist you tip it over. Push it down with your nonchalance.

This happiness. is SO unsettling, So is everyone's loving embrace

I need you to disregard my feelings right about NOW.

Come.  Put me in my place.

I need a reality check, For I am hanging by the thread

Of passionately believing again like every time you said

"When you are into something, you don't walk, you dive"

I am asking you to go ahead, Tell me I am being naive.

Yes You, I am calling YOU back.

I need you to stop my stride as I swim another mile.

This life is getting too good to be true. I'm considering living in denial.

My days - Increasingly getting the better of being jaded. Familiar.

Until I find myself being overtly serenaded. Peculiar.

Return to remind me how people get stressful.

Top it off with a dose of cynicism- Your instrument of the "successful"

Surely this positivity around me has gotta be a ruse

This increasingly seems like a dream, for I am nobody's muse

Tonight I need you to reinstate the mirage of a "soulmate"

And that when autumn arrives , I will fall - like an autumn leaf’s fate

So come along again.

Hurry. Break my flight

Its addictive.

Disconcerting.

Such Brightness.

This height.

Frown again.

Bring me down again

My ears are ringing with applause

Swish your sword . Stop this sound again.

Come

Ravage

destruct

Be the Savage

The fall is now my utopia

and will be my once upon a time

the Scars might be the cure

My pulse rises with every crime.

Take away this perfection.

You know you do it the best

You know I know you want to

Come Raise me the Tempest.

Picture Credits : OnceUpon