Inventory

Childhood memories, bed, single, small space, storage room, cozy,
dark, blue walls; All grown up, bed, single, larger space, leafy green walls,
homely, frog hanging onto a branch, photo frame,caption: “Hang In There”,
above my desk, inspiration; poster, Shah Rukh Khan, Bollywood,
my favorite; door, “Go Away”, caption from the tiny inhabitant that lived
in my room before me, something that does not go away;collections,
foreign currencies: Taka, Yen, Poisha, Rupee, Euro, 50 cent coin;
Memory,images, the bull running towards me [my father yelling
“watch out”] completely missing me and tumbling to the ground breathing its last; scars, index, middle, and ring, completely bloody when Ma saw it and fainted.

“Song Unsung” by Rabindranath Tagore

Right now, I am struggling a bit to place my thoughts onto paper. I just came across one of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems that describes exactly how I am feeling. I couldn’t have described it any other way.
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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

“Honey” by Mindy Gledhill and Paul Jacobsen

When you’re blue, buried deep
60,000 leagues under the bottom of the sea
I will swim to you to set you free
I will swim to you to set you free

[Chorus]
Honey, when you feel worn out
When the mirror lies and turns on you
When the choruses of doubt are singing way too loud
Honey, I will chase them down
Honey, that’s what love’s about

Well, your world once revolved
A thousand miles per hour, now you watch it as it falls
And fizzles at a slow dissolve
Fizzles at a slow dissolve

[Chorus]

And I hope you know you are
More beautiful than you dream you are
And maybe all things must pass
But now you’re still wading through the ash
While the fire lasts

[Chorus]

Lyrics Source: http://www.mindygledhill.com/music/