sometimes eavesdropping is
the best inspiration

never underestimate the power of environment….sometimes you just need to change the places to which you allow your mind to wander

i was sitting in Panera yesterday, trying to work on a paper. for the most part, i spent my time watching people and doodling on my paper. but suddenly, i got a wave of inspiration and started writing bits of poetry. they never all make sense and i’m not exactly sure where they come from, but i write them down as quickly as possible before they waft away

the crest of the waves seems
higher these days
I hope it will last a bit
longer than before
my mind drowns in
those lows

i think when i don’t have a lot of academic or mentally challenging things to do, my poetic side wanes. instead of the extra time allowing my mind to turn to lyricism and inspiration, i waste a lot of time doing mind-numbing things. but lately…..it’s almost as if the voices have come back….i’ve started to hear my own mind speaking in verse, noticing things that i haven’t thought about for months

i wonder if they’re all looking at me
the strange, pensive girl in the corner
whispering to herself en Français

but it doesn’t matter to me
they don’t realize that my hands
have just found my pen again
and my ears just heard something
that will make my hand fill
scraps of paper for days

i end a line when my pen runs out of space to continue
but then my thoughts seem like broken seashells that
are pieced and re-attached together
and that doesn’t make any sense

one thing i’ve noticed
when I lose my poetry during the day
my heart and mind make up for it during the night
with dreams
my soul needs to express itself

the strangest thing is this - these past few months, though i haven’t been blogging (or even writing on the corner of my notes) at all, though my oratorical side has gone dormant…..it’s as if my mind takes all this pent-up imagery and funnels it into my dreams. i’ve had the most vivid, complicated, and interesting dreams in these past few months that i’ve had in all my life combined. and i remember most of them.

//one dream starred me as a angel who was an expert in martial arts. i was trying to inform the World Council of some imminent danger, but they wouldn’t believe me, so i flew up to the tower where they were having their cabinet meeting and spied on them. my favorite part was my outfit - long robes made up of a pashmina-like embroidered deep red fabric. // another dream involved a combination of a Model UN tournament, the Magic School Bus, Power Rangers, a Mughal poetry party, and the kidnapping of my teacher’s young son, which took place in my old house in Cary, the first home I remember // another dream involved a grown-up Harry Potter trying to fight evil forces who had taken to turning all the world leaders into babies. i was helping him and at one point I was driving him around somewhere and he looked in the back and saw all my Harry Potter books (that i guess i was carrying around for reference). he asked what they were and i told him that they were stories about his life when he was a child. he was fascinated and started flipping through them and pointed to a passage about a battle with You-Know-Who and said “I remember when this happened! But it didn’t happen like this….let me tell you my side of the story!” And then i woke up…blast.

I hope the dreams continue even when I get busier with classes and such….I love the feeling of waking up and momentarily thinking I’m in a different world

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