Faraway Train

wrote this when i was on tour, for almost a week, travelling by train & missing the man..

Faraway Train

Delicate sunlight
Filtering from within the leaves
The spiders weave
And the gentle breeze

A little hello
Was carried a long way
Spoken by precious lips
My memory can't slip

I wait and wonder
When I will hold your hand in mine
When time will really be time
And the words will effortlessly rhyme

Like the sunlight
I hope you feel me
Like warmth on your skin
Light in your eyes
and smile

The sky's fade fast
But the world waits
For the sunlight
To bring them light again

You are my light
Bright, my heart
I'm on a Faraway train
But with you still
Until..

..The sunlight
Shines in the world
Filtering from within the leaves
Through windows of tall concrete
And the gentle breeze...

- push

Miss-ery.

When the phone didn’t ring

The words didn’t bring

A smile to my face

I wondered why

I stopped feeling alive

Wandering in my mind alone

and in my car

The radio playing on mute

Somehow I’ve lost

Something I cant explain

I’m breaking my head

But the tension in my heart

Whispers again

Nothing’s no good without you

You’re gonna think of me

And I wont

Turn around

Make a sound

Acknowledge you

Maybe then you’ll see…

-Push

Going Blank.

I think working has finally ruined me. Can't think freely like I used to.

Moments come to me, but they're to faint to grow.

I was travelling before but then my blackberry began to distract me.

and instead of looking out and up at the sky, I was looking into its screen.

And what's the point of staying in touch

When I'm losing myself so much?

Maybe I need a holiday. But somehow like clockwork every morning I dismiss that thought and just make my list of tasks. But this is one space that saves me. Black space on the internet. Who knows who views it? But I write for me. Because sometimes you need to record things to remind yourself what you're about.

I'm not going to blank out. I'm going to keep this teddy alive and swimming into dreams and glowing with life.

- Push

the same song

she opens the music box
she fills music
into the air
in a stranger's stare

the man and woman
come alive
as the key turns
the heart burns

in circles
they move
silently lost
to be faintly found

what they feel
is not what they reveal
secrets concealed

yet the music box
plays on and on
the same song

the same song


January 13, 2008
push

I told someone..

it was about how your other half becomes your whole world... like, why is that??

"Yeah I guess you're right.
But I guess its because loneliness hurts so much more, that when you have someone to share, be there you want to spend time, spend your energy on them. But losing your identity is something else. When you lose sight of what you were, when that someone started loving you, you're depriving them of the real you, and yourself.
I'd say- Be in love. Build that universe. Build your world bigger than its been, bring in all your little habits, your past, present, future, your friends, your mom and your granny. But be in it, as you, the real you, always. "
Push

Sometimes

Sometimes the problem is that you just cant seem to stand and watch,
and sometimes the problem is that you just stood and watched.

-push

just wanted to say it.

Bubble.
Pop.
Electric.

words floating in my head.

florescent chewing gum.

neon pink.

the images floating in my head.

I should probably get to PSD now.

awwdi!

climbs up my desk, ended up doodling him while workin' ;p

She was made out of rain

She was made out of rain
How else could I explain
The maiden who appeared in the mist
But suddenly didn’t exist?

I saw her
The rain trickled off her
Swam around her
Like an obedient child
Trying to please
Or did my eyes
Deceive me?

Vivid colours reflected
Deflected
She was there.
A shape
Sparkling, alive
A face.

I inched closer to her
I inched closer
To hear

With the sound of the rain
She was gone
And the road was
Empty

I bent down
Touched the water
Put it on my face
It was real
But it couldn’t erase

What I had seen
The girl made out of rain
How else
Can I explain…

-Push July2010

You can't lock anything really.

You can't lock anything really.
So why bother locking your heart?

Five minute fights.

let it break
bleak
sink in
weak

wreaking
me slowly
consuming
wholly

i give in
get out
or is it
another round about
little trait
i dont understand
makes it hard
to hold your hand

bending
with patience
blending
infatuations
of things
not yet
understood
touch wood

so far
so good
so shut the door
shut my heart
get out
live without
us or we
cant see
eye to eye
but are angry

the battle grounds'
alive awake
ready to take
everything we've got

you're slipping
i'm tripping
the sky's black
under attack

i didn't see it
you didn't feel it
is it over?
dust settles over nothing.

"little fight"
we overhear
"alright?"
we're near

the smiles escape
and love...
the battle ground
has gone underground
like a distant memory.
forgotten story.


push aug 2010

The Cat fixation. :p

ever since my cat came, we've been obsessed with him. here's proof now.
all my doodles are around cats now! ;p

the beginning and the end.

The words fumble
As the appearances tumble
Down the carefully built
Mountains and seas
Of our destiny


push

underneath the stars

Underneath the stars
I lie
With no one but you
On my mind

My tears flow down my face
Disappear into the ground
No one seems to hear
The silent sound

Tell me you’re here
Bring me back to life
Tell me you’re here
You’re right by my side

I think of standing up
But then I know I stand alone
It’s like all of these years
These feet weren’t my own

Tell me you’re here
Bring me
Back to life
Tell me you’re here
You’re right…by my side

I wish you didn’t leave me
In this world of pain
I wish I could be
Who I was again

I wish I could fade
Softly into the sky
Maybe you’d come to say
Say goodbye

I wish you didn’t leave me
How I wish you didn’t leave me
Underneath the stars…
I’m alone
And you’re so far.

Push 2004

wrote this song many years ago.. still sing it once in awhile.. me and my guitar :)

my new blog title image

:) worked hard on it. love to have your comments.

push

i dont know again.

age is a number.
time is not.

-push

I don't know

I don't know
What time holds-
Except
Its holding me now.

Rest in peace Scottie...

Brown eyes
Brown eyes
I'm searching for you
You were In my arms
When I was in class 5
I'm aching for you

Breathe in breathe out
Breathe easy
My baby
Innocent, your heart
Although you trust nobody

Walk with me
Did I let you down?
Did you somewhere
Trust me
And I let you drown?

My heart is in chains
Brown eyes
Don't die
I'll take it all back
And again
You'll be mine

Fire
In your soul
Anger
In your mouth
Spiralling out of control
Lashing at the crowd

But then you
Change
Rearrange
Win me over again
How many second chances
Till the pain hits again

Your hair
On my clothes
In my blood
My love
Can't dilute
But it floods

My eyes with tears
Brown eyes
I love you
I held you
Till the end
I promise
Its true

Brown eyes
There will always be
A void in my heart
Brown eyes forgive me
But I loved you from the start

For him.

----- SMS ------
Sent: Apr 30, 2010 12:03 AM
Subject: Sometimes I get broody

Sometimes I get broody
And moody
On me
and you
Everybody
Is talking
Too fast
And I can't hear you

The raindrops are falling
Backwards
And I can't stop
Them from falling
Towards me

I don't like the sun
When I moody
I'm grey
I don't like the moon
Cause its as pretty as day

What gets me the most
Is when I'm moody on you
Broody on you
You know that's not true
Not the truest of me

The things in my heart
The simplest of things
Feel so heavy
When I'm moody on me

All I wanted to tell you
Was I love you
All I wanted to hear
Was the same

And when you picked up the phone
And kissed me
It started to rain

Baby I love you
Cause you are my love
You see right through me
Better than the one up above.

-Push

While the meaning was lost with growing up.

Its like after the storm. Its been cold, wet, sometimes ugly. Sometimes you grow so close to people that even after years they don’t fade. Their walking away didn’t hurt, till you felt them reappear year after year, even though they were gone.
I am not talking about a lover. I am talking about friends. Not one face – fated to meet me from the crowd of many. Giggling three girls in the back of a sunny yellow car, while the meaning was lost with growing up.

I miss you all.

Silently.

sunset

beautiful sunset
vivid color
what makes it perfect?
it rarely lasts an hour.


This was till he asked me:
"but does the sun really set?"


-push

Spat of the week

searching

The roads just happened

I was only walking

With my eyes searching the sky

For something

I’d only

Dreamt of

The moment when

I fell over and bled

Over the rocks

I wasn’t sure

If it was only

Something I’d dreamt of

Maybe the hands of time

Lifted me up

Made me walk again

I dare not look at the sky

I’m not wondering why

When the butterflies

Came and whispered

I couldn’t hear

Maybe it wasn’t something

I was meant to be a part of

God believe me

I don’t know where this is going

The roads don’t happen now

My eyes searching the ground

I don’t remember

Anything

I’d dreamt of

Push feb’010

Strange News

faces in the crowd by push

-push

Tyra the homeless woman.

http://mallikarao.wordpress.com/2007/12/21/tyra-pretends-to-be-homeless-for-a-few-hours-gets-tricked-by-street-children/

Check it out.

And it won’t hurt at all :) a song...

Let it go my baby
You know
Things just
Come to go

Sometimes I
Wake up with a broken heart
And sometimes
I mend it through the day
Anyway

I’m back to the start
My baby
But life is so big
Its easy to get lost

In the little things
That make everyday
As the little things
Matter the most to all

I know you fell
When you tried walking baby
I know it hurt a lot

But now you run
Faster than the wind
And it don’t hurt at all
No it don’t hurt at all

So close your eyes
As you hear me singing
I’m right here
With you

Dream a dream
For the whole world baby
Cause people rarely do

And through it all
You’ll hear me singing
Cause I’m right here
With you

You’ll change
All that you don’t like
Cause you only have to

Change yourself
And it won’t hurt at all
No it don’t hurt at all


-push
jan 2010-01-15

loving these right now!!! Hippo Chips :)

I rarely write about food, but I love these new chips, and I love the name and ADORE the packaging! Its really nice and best part- its baked, made out of bread.
I keep a pack near my work desk :P thai-chilli is the best flavour. Its right up there now with my all time fave- CRAX!

Strange. Feels like I'm chasing someone, but in my heart, I want them to get away..