Even out odd tides.

31/08/2011. I am packing my stuff again. Where am I off to this time? Well, Delhi (again). So I am cleaning dust off my book rack and I open a little, brown colored note-book. I come across an article I had written more than a year back. On 6th Jan 2010 to be precise. The words made sense to me when I first wrote them. And now, I don't have many options.

So this is how it goes:

Delhi. Hmmm... Vroom goes a car, every second second. I shuffle my handgloves one at a time. One hand, one glove, that is. Curiosity. I always got an A+ in it. I now shuffle my interest, one at a time. One thought, one hour, that is. Eager to do many-a-things, juggle everything, all at once. Just that I want to chill at a convocation evening. I only wish it was today. Now actually. I would throw my hat the highest and plunge into the world of " my " dreams. The highest dreams.

Yet I don't want time to fly by. I love my curls. All other ladies can graciously accept fly-aways. BLAH!

I say give me the night. The light. The flight. The might. The knight. The tide. Now, its easy to pick the odd one out. But didn't you know that tides were almost always odd? So yeah! Give me the tide. I'll even out the odd. Even if I have to live with it and live it forever.

I want to raise a sub-infeudation model you see. Pass on the even tide, tidier in our even courts, to my little ones and their littler ones.

Bright sunlight. Brighter sunflower. Soft moonlight. Softer shoreline. I want. This is it - MJ can Rest In Peace. And I want to Rest In PIECE. Remember I said, one thing at a time? Morning dew. Nightly smog. Warm and cheerful pansies. Elsuive, virgin violets. Give me one, give me all. Well, give me the day and give me the night.

But, most of all give me the " tide ". Even if its odd.

Thanks for keeping up with all the pandemonium. :)