A Milkyway Melody

Do you want to sync with your..self or surroundings? Annihilate or Activate? Break or Bind? Curb or Create? Doubt or Dream? Exit or Enter? Fall or Fly? Gloom or Glee? Hover or Hustle? Impede or Initiate? Judge or Joke? Kill or Kiss? Loathe or Love? Monster or Master? Neglect or Notice? Oppose or Okay? Pain or Pleasure? Quiet or Quiz? Relapse or Rejoice? Slide or Shoot? Terror or Trance? Unknown or Ubiquitous? Vulnerability or Victory? Worry or Wonder? XNOR or XOR? Yell or Yahoo? Zero in or Zone out? Will you..Lean on or Dive deep?

Mel stared at her reflection on a dusty bus window. She started smiling. You could tell by just looking at her eyes. For the first time ever her gaze was cloudy. She was looking at something through the window as trees and cars zipped past her on the highway. She did not bother to fix her hair, apply lip gloss, or even study her own features.  Dismissed the idea of drawing smiley faces on it with her breath. All of a sudden she froze in that position. The butterflies in her stomach. The way they flutter inside her. She felt like a feather. She wanted them to go away as much as this amazing feeling to stay alive. Awe-struck. How can this happen even in his absence? The next second, the song on her iPod switched to 'Mirrors' by Justin Timberlake. The feeling intensified. She heard this song a million times before but only now it makes perfect sense. Still, she wanted to shake it away. So, she triple-checked. Listened to the entire song... 1. Starin...

I breathe in and breath out. Omm....oMM....ॐ  It is so hard to control that instant gratification monkey in my brain. The big question is..What makes you, You? Instead of sittin' around and waitin' for dejavu. Look out for sweet surprises. Serendipity.  Stop that little voice in your head that goes.. Was it wrong, am I wrong, will it go wrong? I ask myself how do I take positive control. And not switch to one of those self-destruct modes.   Stay emotionally intelligent. Do we truly need seek validation? No. You are still you. Lot more books to read, music to listen, movies to watch, people to meet. Journey to the center of your heart. Find yourself. Choose people who choose you. As they say “We don't just choose the things we like; we also like the things we choose.”  Every little thing that you like doesn't need to have a logical link to explain your persona.  You, your aura. Be irrestiably irrational. Stay honest to yoursel...

I couldn't sleep last night. I felt my brain was ready to explode and I pictured myself dead the next day, my brain split open with a neon colored gooey mess with glitter and sparkles that are oozing out. I am polar with a partially positive and a negative charge/thoughts. Maybe that explains Bi-Polar?  I have so many questions and thoughts racing in my mind that are even exceeding the speed of light. Is everything real? I rush outside and pace in the hallway, drink some water come back sit down try to breathe and be silent. I can see my friends sleeping peacefully and snoring. I can't sleep! why!? I step outside in the balcony and see the twinkling stars. I say Hi! and wink at the moon but gaze deeply at the stars.  The thrill gives me chills. Blood rushes into my cheeks not because of the freezing midnight air, but because of that spectacular sight.  I wish I find someone that can admire it like I do. It ain't toxic to be quixotic right. I shun the idea ...

I ask my friends "Let's count down guys 1 min to twelve!" staring at the stars. No one did. I got this queasy feeling that I was using my mind to push the seconds on the clock and forcing it to run faster rather than letting it flow. Fireworks decorated the starry night. Happy New Year 2017! Yes, I had the best time ever. But wait, No magical beginning or end. I questioned and reasoned, what makes the new year so special? Spending time with your best friends? Getting that New Year kiss? Being high? Going to one of those fancy New year eve parties? Special phone calls? Not. Or is it the other way like..sleep through it and treat it as just a change in those 8 numerical digits? Toss out the old calendar and replace it with a new one? Make resolutions? Wish random people? Nope, has to be more than that. One thing for sure. I'll grow an year older. Who am I? .. I got so used to thinking about this question and wondering about the big picture,...