The Fishes Are Back!

Good news. They got back home. The Fishes, I mean.

They had gone for a walk and lost their way back. A kind friend helped them find their way back to the blog. However, only eight of them returned.
(Or maybe, as the kind friend pointed out, there were only eight in the first place)
Anyways, Yay. They are back. :)

Ok Bye.

Poem: Rumination

Music helps me open the doors
to those mystical realms of clouded memories
in the concealed chambers of my mind;
even if it is only a glimpse through the crevice
formed by the push of those musical notes
and only a faint scent wafts through
towards the surface of my consciousness.

That feeling in my heart that so expresses
a joy and sadness beyond compare
with a burst of deep-rooted insight,
just like how a gush of fresh air is to man
resurfacing from the depths of a sea;
a perplexing blue that drowns away
that elation in a flash, just as quick as it came.

Once again I pluck the strings, in my yearn

for that singular most sensation in me;
a desolate note now being struck, for
as I plunge back and the doors close,
all that hope drowns away in a drone
of the so-called reality engulfing my world
– a drab place to which I feel no belonging.  

Hello. My fishes are missing!

So, today I took a day off to get back to myself and explore my creative side. I visited my blog after ages to post another poem I wrote, only to find my dear little fishes missing!!!

I don't know how many of you remember my fishes. (In fact, I don't even know if there is anyone who reads my blog or follows it at all - that's alright, don't feel guilty because I myself have been ignoring it lately.) They were these cute little orange and white fishes that used to swim in my blog, right under the sub heading that reads 'Gotchesta! Feed the fishes...'. I don't precisely remember how many of them were there, but I am guessing there were at least a dozen of them - six orange and six white fishes.

My fishes are missing and it is quite disturbing. So if any of you come across them, please return them back. Or, if anyone had 'borrowed' them without my knowledge, please be decent and kind enough to return them back to their owner (which is me). I miss them.

Yours,
Shwutz.  

P.S. Check out my new poem Rumination if you have the time to spare. Ciao! :)