Deeviations

~ my space to be; as I deviate into the dark unwritten sky, trailing constellations of letters behind ~

Pause!

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Been veryyyyyyyyyy busy and taking a time out!
This is just a little pause, I'll press play soon... :)
Missing the blogosphere and can't wait to get back!!!
See ya...
~Stay Simple!

As time grows older...

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As time grows older, I stop to ponder
The path my life has treaded upon
To lessons learnt my mind does wander
And the people into my world, drawn

As life goes on, I stop to wonder
At the way it unfolds in front of me
Thru my storms, love stole the thunder
Now life’s not just about me, but WE!

Yay... half century!

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Nopes! Not cricket or my age (plssss)! :) Wellll today, I have a little over 50 precious readers who follow my blog and I am absolutely delighted! My first sweet little milestone! :)

Rewind. I began blogging in 2004, but it was a personal/private blog and I did not have the confidence or the drive to share it with the world. Not my comfort zone. Last year, with a little nudge from friends and my own soaring interest, I let my inhibitions go.. and on a spur created a new blog, yup 'Deeviations - deviating thoughts from Dee' and I was geared to make it public. But teeny weeny jitters and qualms surfaced, so initially though public, I shared my blog just with my close friends. But then *thankfully* slowly yet steadily I started reaching out to other bloggers and writers (yes you) over the last three months, and the experience I must say has been absolutely phenomenal! I am soooo glad I took that step, cos now people, there is no turning back! Blogging has become a part of me. Enriching.

Over this one year, I have fortunately bumped into so many awe-inspiring bloggers & blogs that I ardently follow and catch up with at every chance I get! I am in awe of the raw talent, passion, creativity and the power of words out there... aah! so much to learn, ponder and perceive. I marvel at the way people think so radically and pen down their thoughts, each one encompassing an exceptionally different style of approach from the other, laudably and beautifully unique! Art.

Each day I revel in the glory of varied thoughts and expressions shared through the writings of you my blogger friends. Each day I revel in the comments I receive that encourages me and keeps me going with a happy trot and a cheerful smile... :)

Thank you so much - you encourage, humble and inspire me every day!

Today, the blogosphere is my second home. My comfort zone. Mine. Because of You.

Drops of nature and her.

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Lightning strikes, thunder bellows
The ashened sky with rain follows,
When all that breathes run to hide
She stops to cherish with arms wide...

Bedtime Black.

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I am a nocturnal writer. a solitary writer. Nighttime is my time.

Inspiration sets in when the sun sets down, when the sky turns a haunting shade of black – it’s my time for my secret tryst with words and thoughts. My 'fictional' quill and ink does the rest like a loyal shadow...

Like the perched owl within the dark forest looking for its prey, I embark on a midnight journey of writing... hunting for my nocturnal words. They are out there waiting to be plucked like stars out of the night sky... like silvery leaves off the sleeping trees... they are out there *silent* but there.

In the enthralling hours of darkness; reading thru my thoughts and capturing words... two persons surface from within me – the writer and the critic. They contrast, they compare, they clash, they concur. Sweet Triumph. A moment absolutely satiating... and the lingering bliss of it all as the words string together to become my next 'penned thought'!  :)

“The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.”  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Old world charm.

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You’ll have to agree - there is an undeniable mystic aura that surrounds ancient relics, monuments and ruins, not to forget those priceless antiques, sculptures, murals and vintage art. Remnants from beyond. It whispers about a time that was… of a time that never will be... it is all that is left behind for us to remember...


Don't you feel that rustic romantic breath of air that subtly envelops and adorns architectures from an era of bygone glory? They sing an old song, they have a story to tell, secrets hidden in the solid walls and pillars that surround. Nobody knows their story - it could be of battles lost, or triumphant victories, or maybe a saga of forbidden love, heartrending betrayals or of hidden treasures, or perhaps the wisdom of the ages.. nobody knows, no one will...

Their stories unknown and untraceable, these historical vestiges stand their ground against the horizon as a bold reflection and epitome of a majestic past, a sublime history, a rich hertiage, thats not meant to be forgotten but is almost... 

Old world charm. Mesmerised. Astounded. I am helplessly transported into an enigmatic whirl that words cant describe... but i tried.

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