A phoenix of a promise

 After a very long hiatus
of hibernation if you will
A friend doth mention
A blog post to fill
Full of sarcasm and scathing
And books so obtuse
My wit did a somersault
the scathing was profuse
An exchange of blog space
we promised one another
But then the internet
did fail on me oh Bugger!!
When the net did return
The power did fail,
making my promise to her
begin to sound pale.
But then did I discover
a cafe so generous
with free wifi available
and a few viruses my guess is
But ahoy and finally
her post do I present
Just like me she doth
Revere her coffee.
--Shivangi Vyasulu (C)

Thinking out loud.

When you reach points of suspension do you look down or stare ahead?
Do you look back for tracks that tell you how you got there?
When you reach those blasted ellipses do you let the past eclipse your vision?
Or do you look beyond the blind spot until you get there?
When you see nothing but dots in front of you do you join them to make a line?
Or do you try to wipe each one away and enjoy the state of mind?
When you run out of things to say to someone do you let your sentence trail?
Or do you lift the tone to ask a question before your thoughts fail?
When there's silence all around you and all you hear is breath
Do you speak just to be heard or do you speak coz you dread?
When the noise is so loud that you can't be heard do you yell anyway?

Or do you stop till the noise subsides and set your thoughts in play?

The way you answer each of these do determine your soul
Coz when I next do encounter you is when I speak in BOLD!

If You Knew

If only you knew the questions
If only you knew the ways

If only you knew the logic
If only you knew the maze
If only you knew the patterns
If only you knew the pain
If only you knew the laughter
And you knew the haze
If only you knew the silences
Amidst ramblings in the day
Interspersed with conflicting thoughts
and dreams deemed to people sane
If only you knew the insanity
which turns the livid ways
to the logical point of conversing
the semblance of mundane
If only you knew it all
Then only you, know my ways.

-Shivangi Vyasulu

A Life Below

 Twinkling lights
Deep Below your eyes
Beckon your senses
Astray-unfolding
city life moves on
Hustle, Bustle, 
Hop-on & Hop-off.
Mundane.
 Shivangi Vyasulu

Viva conmigo.

Me voy a Australia
Me voy a estudiar
Me voy a aprender
Cómo los surfistas disfrutan de las olas...

Me voy a visitar
Me voy a ver
Me voy a sentir
Un país con la fascinación...

Me voy a mostrar
Me voy a decir
Me voy a escribir
Muchos libros de cuentos...

Pero me voy a vivir
Me voy a esperar
Para una vida en Australia
Sin duda o sin negación.
Me voy, me voy, me voy a Australia!

Shivangi Vyasulu
(Ahora en Australia)

Visions

Through the windows of my past
the lights of my memories shine
a projection of my future happiness
a prediction of my dreams
They flash and fade
a few of them twinkle bright
lighting up the night
mesmerising me
and bringing me back
to my present life.

Road to Wollongong.

Green Blue Sky
sea breeze water
smiles laughs cigarettes
hugs coffee views
friends road warmth
cold hills valleys
beach home paths
dreams sighs breaths....
Its called wollongong.!!!

FOR WANT

I dream of a solution, of a life thats fair.
A feeling of content when decisions don't lead to despair.
Of flying away above the clouds of desperation and obsession to please.
Of genuine satisfaction and a feeling of ease.
I dream of living and not just being.
I dream of feeling and not just hurting.
I dream of grinning and not just smiling.
I dream of living MY life, like nobody but ME.

Here we are now.. Entertainer!

The day began with the bright stage lights
Burst forth on center stage the voice
The one with the hatred
For normal life
No influence of any friends
People or partners.
They just hinder his style
Curb his enthusiasm
Reduce the energetic presence.
A circular addiction for rolling vodka bottles around the mic…
A sign of luck it seems
I’ve never noticed the effects otherwise.
Neon lights set him on fire.
The buzz of an audience just makes it harder to keep still
Jumping up and down to the beat.
Along with her in the crowd.
She responds to the signs.
Knows the words
Feels the music too
She knows what he is talking about
He is a little hesitant to believe her
A strong hunch about the voice
The presence
The strength
The sequence he has chosen
The build up of songs leading to one song she expects
The phantom notes in the back of her brain
He begins to set himself up for it
She begins to grin wide
Her day has been made
His voice carries forth.
The words describe the thought
Every word and note catch the meaning
Behind the implied
Caught up in the explanation of it all
Perfectly explained by the end
She approaches to remind him of her prediction
He’s proud of her
But too much ego to let it come thru at the time
Requiring a little time
To get humbled after the episode
It takes 5 episodes to happen
She’s on her way
Out of patience.
Disillusioned
Trying to ignore the subtle traps
She has to look for them
He is very good at this.
6 others faced the same problem
She knows what to expect.
She shocks her with a new trap
She’s caught unawares
Prey-like
It’s all his fault
She braces for the upcoming disappointment
Sure as ever it is gonna come
A few minutes to go before it happens
Withdrawing the thoughts
Maybe reverse the last episode
Redo it differently
Why does she always get disillusioned at this point?
What can change her reaction?
He begins to plot a new move
She knows he has changed his mind
She’s one step ahead.
Begins her version of the episode
Prevent any further ego trips
She cannot let this go.
Not again.
This is getting old
New endearments don’t help.
Fake assurances that she can see thru
Confirmed only by acceptance of an ego
Commanding all thoughts and actions
She declares it’s the last chance he has.
He apologizes.
Wants to find a new ploy
It’s now time-bound
Crackling to remind the passage of irreversible problems
Why is he so complex?
3 days to shut down
-her decision has been made.

---Shivangi Vyasulu

Its a long story...I'd rather not explain. some of you will know what this is about... I didnt wanna publish i but what the hell it is my expression...

Estoy en la luna

Cuando el cielo habla con las nubes
La luna sonríe.
Así es una noche de luna.
Pero para mí es diferente...
Cuando tú hablas conmigo
antes de dormirme
es una noche de luna!
Cuando vamos a la playa
Y cenamos cerca del mar,
con las estrellas mirándonos...
¡Ah! Para mí es una noche de luna.
Cuando estamos en nuestra casa,
Bailando con música del saxofón
y los Pájaros están cantando
sus canciones alegremente
¡Ah sí! es una noche de luna.
Pero es solamente contigo
que yo siento noche de luna.
Shivangi Vyasulu

By popular demand, here is the translation.
I'm over the moon

When the sky speaks with the clouds
the moon smiles
That's a moonlight night.
But for me its different...
when you speak to me before I go to sleep,
its a moonlight night.
When we go to the beach
and dine near the sea
with the stars watching us,
ah to me that's a moonlight night!
When we are at our house,
dancing to the music of the saxofone
with the birds singing their happy songs outside.
oh yes! Thats a moonlight night!

But its only with you that I FEEL a moonlight night.