Lucid Dreams
the air is thick, this room is hazy I know you’re close, heart beats are racing. a sea of bodies surrounds me, not a face of despair I catch yours in the crowd, and I can’t help but stare. you smile back somehow, you make …
Being Beautiful Means Being Our Crazy, Silly, Embarrassing Selves and Loving Every Moment of It
the air is thick, this room is hazy I know you’re close, heart beats are racing. a sea of bodies surrounds me, not a face of despair I catch yours in the crowd, and I can’t help but stare. you smile back somehow, you make …
An Ode to my Favourite Season; here is one of my favourite pieces. As the Wind ran his familiar fingers across my cheeks, he played with my hair, freeing strands from under my scarf. Unfazed and determined to catch my bus, I continued to walk. …
The Sky was a cloudless pale blue, as I stepped onto my deck on a cool August evening. I rested my head against the backrest of the patio chair, and gazed out into the backyard, past the neighbouring homes, and at all that I could see beyond them. Long, shadowy figures grew across the Earth, as the last bits of sunshine stretched out from beyond the horizon. The streetlights, hadn’t yet turned on, providing for a few moments of Night to ease in, undisturbed, as the world fell quiet around me. Splashes of orange and yellow lights peaked out from behind closed blinds, as everyone settled into their nightly routines. I however, stayed outside. With my legs pulled up onto the seat, one arm cradling a knee, completely relaxed, I looked up to the Moon, brilliantly radiant in an empty sky, and smiled. How many times had I sat out on my deck, alone with my thoughts, and in the company of the Moon, the Sky and the Night, existing in comfortable silence like old friends? One thing was for sure, no matter how much life has changed and will continue to, this place, this feeling, and these moments, will forever remain the same.
-Vidhya