The face on the bent

The percussion in my head and the shimmer of the sight,
A lot of the first, a bit of the second made me walk the night

A lot later, after only a few steps, I saw a face too tired to smile

Carrying that face was the rest of the body standing in the bent

Earlier he said, in the paralic waters, he was angry , he had yelled

Funny, how I could only see regret and a little disappointment

Said, his day had been red and the night was running blue

And of course, If I could have I would have painted them each

I paused; Let my vivid imagination run wilder than ever, 

yeah!! the night in a deep purple and the day in a light peach.

Soon after the night was no longer there to be called mine
As I moved on, I witnessed the moonlight touch the sunshine

The white wavy ghost

The disappointed, white wavy ghost whom I couldn't understand
spoke to me in a voice so sweet, as he sat on the back of his hand

High in his hopes, deep in his expectations, he sat next to me

scared, in fact petrified he went up and down his unsung song.

despite his blurry words, regardless of his being a ghost,

his melody left me wondering- "What could possibly be wrong?"

Pretty soon, bored of reading his expressions, I asked him to write.

"I'm afraid of ghosts." evidently bizarre, made me ask why it was so?

 He paused for a while, shrugged twice and wrote "I can't wait anymore

They are just too busy haunting humans, getting their own ducks in a row."

"Aren't you afraid of humans?" Clearer than crystal, this time he spoke.

Speechless. For he had asked me a question, I didn't have the answer to,

I picked up the pen and the paper he dropped, handed them back to him

"For the times you don't know what to say. Accept this from me to you."

The disappointed white wavy ghost left my house, took his first flight.
As he left, he spoke to me in a voice so sweet, "oh!, Is that why you write?"

'Gravity of this land'

Unknown is who stood up first and who will make the last stand
if it is the gravity against me or is it me against the gravity of this land

If this gravity should ever disappear, should I be ever left floating

will I endure the risk, will I move forward, faster than ever 

will I keep my promise to myself, deluded, will I rise higher 

or will I still hit the ground without a sound, be there forever

I have walked the promenade in and around my palace with dozens

and yes, I have scoured the sea under my fortress for miles

I have watched over the world from the top of my citadel for hours

I have driven through the shortest highway, crawled the longest aisles

One day I'll not even care "how come this is exactly what I planned"
was it the gravity against me or was it me against the gravity of this land.

The idea behind "Full Moon"

I'll always be the full moon of  your starless dark night 

and just like always, just in time, I'll let your sun shine.

And as the dawn breaks, as you soar higher,

I will look forward to look at you look for me.

Wrapped up in frenzy, with wind brushing off your senses

lost in surreality, but you will be captured by a desire to flee.

Slowly I will turn, still keeping an eye on you

from a distance, watching you trying to push open the door.

Smiling as you smile, for the top of the door said "pull"

I'll then return, I will catch you before you hit the floor.

I'll always be the full moon of  your starless dark night 

and just like always, just in time, I'll let your sun shine.

something that you already know............

I was just reading something and I came across Beck's cognitive theory, really helpful to those.... actually to all of us, after all we all are down for a while in our life.
So..... this process involves emphasis on reality based interpretations of information and actively seeks to minimize the many ifs, buts, ands and maybes that may haunt us. We often tend to ‘read into’ situations, things which in reality are not there, it is our own interpretations which are faulty. 

He advanced 3 basic strategic questions to a process of cognitive restructuring

1. 
   
   What is the evidence supporting the current conclusion ?
2. 
   
   What is another way of looking at the same situation but reaching another conclusion?
3. What will happen if, indeed, the current conclusion is correct?

Its funny that it'll take you to lose something to notice that someone else is missing something else. And the funnier thing is that this can be easiest to digest at times, and hardest to swallow at others.

I'll follow what i think is right, and if u follow what u think is right, we may no longer walk together, but we'll meet again at the stage called "happiness" .

All I have to say was best quoted in a blog i came across,

Choices....

A spark in my nerves, a thought in my brain
I may choose to talk, or I wait for it to be read


Its then, when I say "I don't care" too many times
that I care the most, and all of it is left unsaid.
scared of a frowned face and a bruised heartbeat,
comes out a comment on the weather, instead.

If I take you for granted,when I dare to share
minutes will shrink to seconds, I'll jump ahead.
I may not even notice that you are not smiling
already lost, we both are once again misled.

Now, its up to you to listen and see,
crossroads to somewhere, voice and depths of silence
or a road to nowhere, noise and heights of words.
You are exactly where I was, Its your turn now.

A spark in your nerves, a thought in your brain
You may choose to talk, or You can wait for it to be read.

The four stages of "Growing up"

A simpler thought, for all those who had trouble understanding previous ones ;)

The four stages of "Growing up"

The kid...
Just a kid, i don't have a special name for this category.
You are enclosed in two shells of crystal with water in between them, and that's precisely how you see everyone else.
You never try to understand what you can't comprehend. You think out aloud. You listen to statements literally not figuratively. And the water inside your shell always protects you from the "unexpected" radiation of any unknown feeling.

The Grown up kid ;)
The bully.
Something just drained out the "water". Its new, a feeling that everyone else is still inside their shells, isn't it?
To you except a few others, everyone is still a kid. You think out even louder. You don't listen at all. Now you don' have a choice. You can not go back to being a kid. Soon you'll jump to the next level.

The grown up
The fader... that's what I call them.
This is where the fun begins, here you have a choice to go back to being a kid or a bully. You can identify and even understand why a person is a kid or a bully.
Understanding this makes you a face reader (fader :P). You know exactly what the person opposite to you is going to say and precisely what he means. But you care way too much about somethings, and way too less about the rest to do anything.
You think a lot, say too less. You obviously listen both literally and figuratively.

The over-grown up
The Player
The wicked stage :P. Now you don't just have a choice to being anyone, or not just the understanding but also the capability to play around a little with the rest. You can make a kid transcend into a bully, you can manipulate a fader into being anyone of the other two.
Now you just can not read expressions but change them. Now just about everything concerns you and you will anyway swoop into it.
You think in excess, you talk in excess too. You listen figuratively.



So where do you place yourself?