Conversations

Do you think I am crazy?

No

I think you are eccentric

You are what I would call walking into an abyss

I never know where my conversations are headed when I am with you and am not even complaining, I quite enjoy that about you.

Oh, you are just saying that because you want me to feel ok

No, why would I do that. I have nothing to lose. I know you quite like me already

How can you be so confident?

I see that when you look at me, I see that when you touch yourself nervously, I see that when you keep looking away after catching my attention, I see that when you blush, I see that when words come out of your mouth all mixed up.

I guess you must know women really well

I would like to say I know them well enough to spot the one I would fall for

Are you saying that you are falling for me

Well what if I am

Then I would say you are crazy
*kiss*

Midnight

Lying by your side,



Under the midnight’s spell


Tiny lights flickering in the dark


Enough to glow your moistened skin


The smell of young lust


The creases on your forhead


The sound of the leaving bell


And the crickets outside


They ought to stay  mute


They ought to forget the night

under the midnight's spell

The ugly missy

I saw her name in red neon.
The woman who has an ugly green toungue and she speaks all blue.
Her mind is the dark of a dungeon and her heart is a solid grey.
She wears a filthy yellow while she carries a gory expression.

De-construction

The parts make up the whole. Whether this whole is the ultimate reality or a constructed reality, is the question. It loses meaning, is vulnerable to misinterpretation and sometimes ceases to go beyond the acquired meaning.

From my window

Karma scare

I am scared this time
Will I get back what I did to you?
Your tiny heart with a sewn hole
and your eyes piercing me through your glasses.
I can take it no more.
Do not curse, do not wish ill..
You know I did us good!

Its unfair I always knew,
but not worth a single drop of tear from my eye
I am returning back from my guilt trip
to colours and flowers, to the sun and the moon.

Me a Fairy?

Turn me into a fairy,
with a little white dress
washed wings over my shoulders,
and a love wand of stars

"Do I look pretty in this new garb?"
I ask my mother with ever curious eyes
"you are my angel, my sunshine" she says
Her lips blow a kiss and I smile

She knows her beautiful girl inside out
her soft hand clutching my palms
we walk away we walk far
None know where we are?

Aunts and uncles who always know it all
"green eyed monsters", I wish I could call
they bark and they scratch
they look and they stare

Me the little fairy with broken wings
me the prey to the monster's grin
"Save me mama" I cry

Honest truth

I may not have profound things to talk about, I may not be random enough for your taste, but whatever I do I have always been true to us. I write truth and I breathe truth.

I may not have painted the world, but I am a connoisseur of colours. I take the brush and I paint a stroke of truth.

I may not have it all sorted out, but I know am going to be good, good enough to make you happy, good enough to be true

I may not be beautiful, but I wont hide my flaws either, because that is again the truth and I will never run away from my scars

I may have not known a million things, but am always eager to learn more. I am always a true student.

I may not be the best lover, but all I know is that my love is true, that my tears are true and my joys are true.....

MY CHOW CHOW

A free ride or a free Pizza, nothing can equal the joy that I find in being with you. Its been almost eight months and I dont regret a single day, a single minute spent with you! Like an underdog from nowhere or a conquerer with a sharp motive, you have taken over me entirely, by the way you have a right to do that!
With each passing day I seem to love you more. I have started looking at things differently, probably I have started growing up with you. Life looks easy even with a plethora of irritating issues that we face on and off. Nothing seems impossible though there may come a lot of unimaginable consequences to our union. There were times when I was a little harsh on you, a little insecure, a little jealous , a little of this and that but you have never let me down. The best thing about you is your understanding nature. You are just that perfect Chow chow that any girl would dream of having around. You affectionate eyes and those comforting hands are the best remedy to any of my problems. Trust me this lifetime is too less a time for me to experience your presence in my life! " Tumhare liye machchar toh kya, magarmach ke moonh mien bhi jaaane ko taiyyaar hooon, ........achcha tha na?" LOL!!





P.S:- AAAhhhh it feels great to blog after a long time!

RUNAWAY!

I looked at the clock twice, it was some kind of reassurance of the fact that its was the right time. It was twelve and I very well knew Mom was snoring away to glory in the adjacent room. My bags were packed because I was preparing myself for the past three days. Two failed attempts per day , that makes it six...ummm not bad, will help me write a manual on running away from home.

I am tired of the scrutiny and nagging that happens around me all the time. I am 21, a successful media executive, travelled almost half the world, but I am still treated like a kid at home. I need ma own space and my own rules. I know I am giving all these explanations to move away from this shithole.

I feel flustered and claustrophobic. The house I grew up in suddenly seems to eating me up. I see horrible images moving around, maybe because I have developed a particular kind of hate for this place. The people living here make me all the more depressed and that includes my mother and her Lesbian partner, who are up on my ass everyday.

Jane moved in right after my father ran away with our maid. I know sounds like a scene straight out of a movie. My mother seems to have taken settling down with Jane a bit too seriously. I have no qualms about her sexual orientation, but she can definitly find a better woman to spend her life with. Jane is a bitch.......

How does that matter anyway?....Its almost 12.30 now...guess Geroge should be well on his way...WHOOOOSSSHHHHH!

noone to see
noone to believe.
life is like an empty circus
the merry go round
with all the colours around
whirls against the hollow air.....
Up you see the smoke rise,
my dead ashes in the air.