Bucket List

Ever looked up to the stars and wondered why you were put here and not shooting up to their sparks? Ever thought about why the leaves change hues to brightest golds and crimson just before they fall? Ever marvelled at how you feel ablaze when the passion's colouring your soul? Ever gazed at the lights and felt as one, at once peaceful and crazed? Stared at the full moon, blinded by the silver shimmering before your closed eyes? Walked alone through the windy rain, laughing at that moment you'll want to tell your kids? Giggled like a child, gleeful about the chocolate cake that sent tremors through your being? Felt close to tears because the world's not what you thought it would be? Held disappointment in sleepless hearts when the loss left you resigned? Jerked upright, half awake from a dream that left a smile on your face? Smiled at a stranger because they're walking with an intransigent spine and an ache? Looked deep into the eyes of your frie...

She was dancing on the stage, naked and free. She was alone and the window on the side revealed it was spring and the rays of the sun making the curtains shimmer. Her hands outstretched, she was moving to the sound of her own heartbeat, humming under her breath just when the door to her hall opened by an inch. The face of a man appeared in the crack, holding out a hand marked with remnants of colours and a brush. She understood he was an artist and joyously invited him in to dance with her, her arms outstretched, at once jubilant and daring. He stepped through, set up his easel and started to paint. She moved too much so he asked her to stay. She chose a spot in the centre, lifted her arms, threw her head back, laughed and waited for him to colour her red. The spring changed to summer and she would turn, talk and remain in that spot. His sketch wasn't complete yet, he'd say if she asked to move again. The sound of his charcoal grazing the canvas kept her rooted and excited i...

"I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded."                                                                                                                                       Virginia Woolf It has always been a dream of mine to talk to the people who walked this earth and changed it. As a child, I would often have conversations with them, much like imaginary friends and feel coloured by their vivid thoughts that filled me with passion. Today, as I sit, feeling dejected, I look to these idols of mine for inspi...

"The moon which was now clear of clouds lay in a bare space as if the light had consumed the heaviness of the clouds and left a perfectly clear pavement, a dancing ground of revelry. For some time the dappled iridescence of the sky remained unbroken.Then there was a puff of wind and a little cloud crossed the moon."                                                                                                                                          Virginia Woolf The day had been rushed. We got to the hall, excitement and expectation fluttering through stomach and out with an exhalation of 'I hope it lives up to what they said. I hope it matt...