Monday, December 14, 2009
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
THE PHOTOGRAPH
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
Idiosyncrasy 1.0
The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean -
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.- Robert Frost
He smiled at me, i knew at once there was something wrong. The contrast this time time was not in his features by race but by expression. How could those narrow slits of eyes and wide pink mouth bear to be on the same face right now? He was making them do something very cruel...something they did'nt want to. But who could i believe ? The harshness in his eyes or the welcome in his smile...either one could be false right now.
I was scared of this- my indecision.
Eyes or smile?
Eyes or smile?
Smile or eyes?
Smile or eyes?
I am so stupid! I did'nt have to chose, i should've have known . We were bound together and i knew of his nature by now. No matter how i view him, he will always be the architect of my destruction.
His charms, his allies. His intellect, a standby.
I still remember the first time he changed me. Before love came hate and sometimes before we were bound hate came after love. I realised they were the same.Just different names.....
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
' Athena always lived between two worlds: what she felt was true and what she had been taught by her faith.'- The witch of portobello
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
'O, were I loved as I desire to be!
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
Or range of evil between death and birth,
That I should fear, - if I were loved by thee!
All the inner, all the outer world of pain,
Clear love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine;
As I have heard that somewhere in the main
Fresh-water springs come up through bitter brine.
'I were joy, not fear, clasped hand in hand with thee,
To wait for death - mute - careless of all ills,
Apart upon a mountain, though the surge
Of some new deluge from a thousand hills
Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge
Below us, as far on as eye could see.'
No one says it better than Tennyson......
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
I GUESS SO
I'm wondering how long can i keep this up. Considering in the past there have been times we did'nt speak for a month or more.
Except that time i really did'nt want to speak to you, this time i have nothing to say.
I suspect i would bore you with my materialistic conversation,never really talking about feeling or feelings.
Are you angry with me right now? I bet you are.
"why is your phone switched off ? Are you avoiding me?"
"my sim is broken..."
"Oh god! who broke it? DON'T LIE?!"
I never got a chance to explain and i was happy because i did'nt want to.Do you honestly think i would reject you that easily, we've been through far too much for me or you to give up. Or does that make it easier?
You have no idea , how my subconscious plagues me with memories of you, every minute it keeps playing , rewinds and replays everything.Each time i notice something new.
If you read this right now i wonder if you'd be amused by my obsessive analysis of our time apart.
This time our cold shoulders not really meant , just a little protection i guess.
And protection never really hurt.
I could hardly care , i guess about everything else.It's all really blurry I can't really remember stuff that well and i slink farther and farther away from reality .
I wait and jump onto the slightest hint of escape. I guess i should say i miss you and this is killing me, not talking to you. But i can't, i can't bring myself to do it.
I need you to be there but be silent .
Speak to me with your eyes, your hands,your lips should not quiver and ruin this.
For this is what i truly miss, unadulterated, heavy, silence.
Where there is no reaction, no action.Where all forces cancel.
Where i can watch from far away as everything crumbles.
Far too dramatic ? I guess so.
p.s-1313131311313131................
for evrything i could'nt say, for evrytime i choked when it meant the most, i know you never come here,I'm sorry at least I GUESS SO.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
The chimes make no sense
Paper swirls and no one notices the ballerina inside
"you make walking in converse look like ballet"
Why don't your compliments make me shy?
no one ever noticed me like you
Buses caught and people flee like they know i'm not safe
dust rises higher than i've ever seen
Cover me just let me be, let mothers sheild their children's eyes
lower your head if you want to swear
no one catches you that way
Is it safe to look up?
i'm paranoid and i know it
can i help it you took my sanity and left
I should curse you for it
call down every blasphemy
I should hate you
but i don't.........why?
Am i supposed to overcome this?
i don't get it?
Do you feel the same way?
Is this turmoil mandatory before satisfaction? will i be more satisfied?
do i need it?
Self destruction feels more romantic than all the dried roses i kept
this ranting seems to go nowhere
In circles around my own head
I realise what i'm missing.....you
there's no one to shout at, no one to blame
no one to make up with ......
I can't believe it.
the very words that made me drive you away seem so much clearer.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
JUST AFTER A HUG
I let the tune play till there and then answer.
"Hey , _ _ _ _ _"
The moment I say your name the lights go off.
"Your a really bad omen!"
"What?! Why?"
"Because the lights went off I don't have an inverter and I hate candles, so overall ,I'm a little pissed."
"Don't take it out on me"
"Why not?You my beloved _ _ _ _ _ are the sole reason I have been plunged into complete darkness!"
"Uhuh...you are so melodramatic"
"Why did you call me ? coz if you called just to call me names I'll hang up!"
"I can think of tons of things to do in the dark!"
"Like what?"
"Reading a book , listening to crickets , staring at stars........"
"Wait a minute , how am i supposed to read a book in the dark ?"
"My 18 th century lover, you get ibooks now where books can be stored on an ipod , i swear it's embarassing."
"Oh shut up! I don't think I'd fancy reading from a miniscule screen and go blind"
"That would be terrific!"
"Huh! are you crazy? you think it'd be funny to see me bumping into things all the time ."
"No. I just think it would be nice to have an excuse to hold your hand all time.Plus with all the the shades you could wear we'd look so hot together."
"I wish i could hold your hand right now......"
"You are."
"Earth to _ _ _ _ _ I'm holding the phone , you are not my phone , or at least i don't think you are"
"Since when was your name ' Earth' , I just don't get it. And we are I suppose holding our phones so we are are kinda connected so we are kinda holding hands ."
"I like the way you think ."
"Me too"
"You know there are other things people do in the dark"
"Oh really...so we've progressed from me being alone to someone with me?"
"I'm hoping that somebody's me"
"You bet it's you, who else would i whisper and giggle with who else would i snuggle and cuddle with? if it is'nt you , it's not the same."
"I wish i could scribble my favourite phrase in the sky. Join the stars like dots and make little hearts"
"Is that all you think of?Love?"
"I don't care if you think that's stupid.I just do"
"I don't think it's stupid. Love is the only thing worth thinking of"
"I'm glad you echo my sentiments"
"So where are you my little mushy-cushy?"
"I love the name . I'm 3 doors away from you"
"What ?"
I run to the front door to find my tech-savvy, mushy-cushy, starry-eyed lover.
He takes my hand in his.
"Happy?"
"Incredibly. You drove all the way here just to hold my hands."
"Actually i was hoping it could be a little game of joining the dots"
how do you know when i need you?
I pull you into a tight embrace, liking the feel of you and me.
This is incomparable ecstasy . I can't believe this is how I feel just after a hug.
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Friday, April 10, 2009
3 MINUTES EXTENDED
"If you love me why don't you let me know?"
Chris i want to yell why can't you just stop asking all these questions
I satisfy myself momentarily in the swiftness of the breeze
hoping whatever i'm looking for will come easily
i don't smile this time i know the answer
again i distract myself from u
this time im surrounded by people who don't know me
is it worth it? to pretend im one of them
to pretend i have no idea you exist and try to be happy
i suppose the difference shows
it's not that easy to unlove someone
especially if that someone is you
i don't know why im trying so hard
but something tells me it's what i should do
if im right about this why do i need to convince myself?
"if you love me why don't you let me go?"
it's irony that someone's 3 minute song
makes me believe what im doing is right
but if i let myself think this is the answer
should i take into consideration the small percent that says we could try to be happy
am i too in to my own head?
i don't know .....but how can i be when all i think about is you?
my problem is'nt self-obsession.....im obsessed with you
who you are, who you think you are, why do you think that way?
why do i think this way?
this is so complicated! why can't i believe we're not meant to be
i realize i've come to think of you as a little lab monkey
i snap my fingers and you do a somersault
i could'nt ever really love you enough as a partner
an equal someone i'd share my calculations with
your like an insanely boring telly show
one im addicted to becoz i can't figure you out
the kinds where you wouldnt give a shit what happened if you were in your right senses
but that's precisely the problem im not in my right senses
this is where the confusion comes in
do you know the question im about to ask?
i bet you do .
chris could'nt help me so i turn to amy
"love is a losing game"
are you supposed to lose? is that what it's about?
give something up for somebody and be happy in this selfless glory
again im thinking too deep
this is where my fight always ends
i give up trying to give you up
i wish i could turn off my brain
just like the lights i hate
into the darkness of my room it dissipates
just like the meaning of love
or at least loving you
i know niether head nor tail.
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
JUST KIDDING
and one who offers their cheek........
"what?" [i asked in complete bewilderment]
"The world is coming to an end in 3 years, Obama is president, Greendays new album is out, IPL is no longer in india and i think i love you"
"Are you serious?" [I don't know how i understood what you said or thought you serious]
"Nah.....I'm kidding" [You say it so nonchalantly like i'm supposed to forget the last thing you said]
"Your always kidding about everything!"
[I know i sound more upset than i should be i turn away from you. i'm embarassed for letting something so stupid hurt me your sly grin slips you look amused]
"hey.....listen"
[I try to get out of the room quickly to hide my face and forget all this ever happened but your hands wrap around my waist and pull me close to you, I don't protest]
"What?? I have work to do!" [I mentally slap myself for sounding rude , but then again you deserve it]
" I DO LOVE YOU!"
"Are you serious?" [ i love mocking you]
I get my answer in the collision of our lips and hips reducing us to a heap of giggling lovesick goo.
"I love you too"
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
SWIRL
As i look up everywhere
the branched ceiling filters with care
changes everything in sight
for a moment i lose myself in the light
watch swirls as they collide
they're but a simple phenomenon
an understatement of the storm inside
as the light slowly subsides and darkness presides
i marvel as i realise the beauty they both create in this transition of space and time
i know them both well enough
they're part of me eveyday it's the same old game
who'll win over the slave
i lose myself again in the swirls of dark and light
as each hurricane collides
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
LOVE AND HATE
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CRUMPLE
I watch the clouds change
As i crumple another paper
It begins to rain
In my head I hear thunder
Is it the same?
The resemblance makes me think so
My wary hand knocks the bottle
My hair now covered in ink
The claps get louder
Illuminated by light
I wonder is it the same?
My imagination picks up
The dustbins an overflowing well
All those papers were filled with tear-stained pain
We both cry
That is where are likeness ends
As you transcend ino calm
I wait for yet another storm to wake
Another cloud crumples away
my soul with it taken
I watch it is my fate.
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