What Do I Write About?

What do I write about? It's been so long. I have been busy and when I look back today I realise that I am re-writing my life, with words unspoken before. This is the life that I dreamt of (yes no matter how cliched that sounds). Before I begin I should mention that I have "When You Say Nothing At All by Ronan Keating" playing on my brand new Sony Vaio E Series while I am typing this blogpost.
I have been building a home for myself. My nest. It would not have been possible without him. He who is going to be the harbinger of my soul for ever and ever. He whose eyes are where I reside. I know I am sounding repetitive and boring and this post looks like just another post with few factual announcements about my life.
But the truth is I am in a state where I am feeling that I have full control of my life. Henceforth I Decide! This is a great feeling - this thing called "Independent Living".
Tonight when I will close my eyes I would again thank God for making us meet. I wouldnt want to thank Him for all the good things that are happening right now (the entire big and small of it). I would just say ----
Hey You,
Mr. Big Eyelashes...
You complain,
You crib,
You point out mistakes.....

You tickle,
You make me roll on the floor with laughter (literally)
You jump with excitement when you see me cooking.
You write notes for me..

You irritate me
You annoy me beyond imagination
You make me want to pull my hair

You make me write
You make me blush
You make me high on life

You mess up
You regret
You confuse me

You beam of confidence
You focus on us and our wellbeing
You plan on a tomorrow where we see 'us' just like how we are today

Mr. Big Eyelashes,
I wanna tell you,
I fight with you to show that I got rights on you.
I scream at you for you to know that I know you wont judge me.
I cry in front of you because I know you would still know how strong I am.
I crib in front of you because I love it when you make me understand, when you explain.
I get possessive because I am very childish about you and I like it this way. You are 'MINE'!!

And just like any other post I ended up scribbling my heart out.
I better rush now because I have to cook, clean, crib, fight, irritate, annoy, love and sleep, in no particular order.

The Fire in Me..

Almost three weeks of not writing anything. That was a big break! Today I came here not to write but to renovate. I changed the title of this blog. "AAS - The Beginning" was not me. Hope (aas) is a good thing but somehow to me it indicates weakness, waiting for things to happen. Hope is a tool for the victims of destiny. Similarly, "The Beginning" comprises of the story of a journey that has just started. Now when I come to think of it hope is definitely a positive beginning but if not acted upon its a mere illusion or a mirage.
At this stage of my life and times to come I'd like to write about the fire that is me. The positivity. The power. The strength. The ability to create and also destroy the wrong (in me). That's why the title now is "The Fire in Me". This title will remind me of what I am.

And if all of us come to realize our true selves. This is what we are. Fire - The truth of our survival. Our soul. The fire in us is what pushes us to achieve, to just "go for it". The fire is what drives us to the destination of goals, be it spiritual, material, romantic or a mix of it all.

The title would also be a warning that I am supposed to control this fire, to save myself from burning out. I'll have to act as the regulator of this fire, which if left uncontrolled, can unleash havoc.

I know its a little too philosophical for your taste. But I am supposed to map my thoughts if I claim myself to be someone who is expressive and dreams of being read by many.

As a last note, I still continue to write as "The Pink Orchid" because with this name I have reached out to few hearts and souls of like minded expressions of creativity. It also stresses on a very critical fact which is rarely known and much rarely understood i.e. ----

She is a flower,
Delicate and fragrant,
But when crushed,
She doesn't die,
She glows,
Inside and Out,
And then she,
Writes Her life,
With the fire in her..

Its the tough times,
the rough patches
That make her value,
The smallest of joys,
The lightest of dewdrops.
She is a flower indeed,
Dellicate and fragrant,
She writes her "self",
And she glows inside.

She, The Pink Orchid,
Writes her life titled
"The Fire in Me.."

Phew! I did explain it well. So what say? Let's bring on the energies, extreme emotions, the anger, the romance, the peace, the noise, the waves, the tornadoes...all that and more.

Let's heat up this place.. Let's light the fire...