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90s I’m in Love

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February and its constant analogy to love- Are those in relationships the only ones entitled to say, “I’m in love”?  I suppose your immediate reply is “no”.  The world is just one playground, and life is pushing our swing.  We all have our own stories to tell and different accounts on what makes us feel in blissful rapture as if love always takes us into seeing beautiful stars that are specks of silver paint above, despite having a humdrum life at times. When you’re joyous, what do you do? When you’re sad and weary, what can help alleviate such feeling? I was neither born a musician nor an artist, but I behold music as my premium, my refuge.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. When you wish to sing, you can always find a song. I was in third year college when I first met a classmate who later on wooed me to be his first girl. We were of different departments, but both majors in English. With constant company, I laid eyes on him and the days blossomed into superb beginnings. He’s introverted, simple, humble, smart and best of all-he’s got a great taste for MUSIC. He is my major influence who tells me songs should, apart from their rhythm, make sense. How did the gentlemen here pursue love for your beloved? (Should you want to know more, you can learn from the “young once” but nevertheless good men at the back!)

 SONGS- they were the primary milestone that bridged the gap we had. The question is which genre, year and artist do I like? What do you like? Contrary to the age myth, I don’t dig latest songs and much so revival versions of OPM artists. They say if you’re in your early 20’s, you enjoy the new generation’s songs. Well, this notion doesn’t mean that if you’re in your 50’s, you can’t be fond of recent popular songs.

My fervent love for 90’s music may not take me into vividly remembering how life was like back then, but it brings songs that get me through life as I continue to unleash my being. Music soothes me from stress, heals me when I feel down and it brings in a more positive state of mind. Yes, the joy of music and “him”-- 90’s I’m in love!

Having disclosed another chapter of my own, everything that has been said is encompassed in these statements:   Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is love - enjoy it.

Life's Bliss

   At the lowest point of my life,heartache,disappointments,dilemmas I have to face ,I have seen the brighter side of life. Sometimes we are too focused on someone that we fail to give merit to our family and friends. With these jewels I own,I would sooner surpass this pain at this phase. I just can't thank them enough but this is a realization so wonderful to muse about. When God takes away someone we endear too much,he has reasons for that. Just relish the joy of having met them once in our lives and feel the bliss of these genuine people around us who stick with us unceasingly. I'm optimistic that I would be granted the gift of emotional healing someday.

"Euphoria"

       The happiness sought in you was a like an estranged feeling having been desolated over some futile reasons I opt not to delve on. I chose to scram,to screw up,to equate things with all optimism.The faith I ever hold,you are a good person who deserves the best of both worlds. Where would missing you go?-- endless friendship that could never waver. Gratitude is what my heart speaks for your being the one who fondles me. Love could not just be a solution for everything and it is not steadfastly right! Let not bleakness hover us. Joy crosses my way now.....

      I will forever miss you.... thank you!

Scribbles

An extreme distaste, what has gone wrong? The person I should have owed my life with, supposed to be the best gift bestowed upon me. Would God hate me for what I feel? Your presence makes me sick, your words leave no power to me, your worries I barely appreciate, your decisions I regard as inane. I ceased to regard you as my inspiration.

Did this happen because I have chosen to hate you? I hate grudges, i tried warding off from emotional instability. I don't know what else could you do to amend just how intense "pain" you've caused. Forgiveness and respect? I doubt if these are doomed to take place. Scribbling my thoughts, there's no other option to lighten the burden within me but through this simple piece of writing. Perhaps, as I go fumble my thoughts, answers float the way air is breathed in. For everything life has challenged me with and your imperfections, I am forever thankful to someone who never fails to stand by me despite the storms and the instances when he has other valuable priorities than me.