Vacuum

I hate being single.
I hate every bit of it.
I yearn for the warmth of a hug.
And the softness i'd feel under my fingertips as the embrace tightens.
The soft of the bosom against my chest.
The hair that smell like fresh laundry dipped in lavender blossoms.
I miss it all.
I wish for it all.
I wish for me to never be alone..
I know i can love. I know my love is true, mad and deep.
I wonder if im ever gonna be whole again.
I wonder of this vacuum in the middle of my chest will be filled again.
I wonder if my words will ever deserve an echo...
I wonder if someone would hear my s.o.s.
And help me escape this yearning.

Adieu...

Down below the clouds cluster
Like sheep’s fleece;
As my eyes wander over the orange glow bouncing off the wingtips
While my mind wanders thinking of departures..
All the memories that I’ve left behind
and all the memories that I collect now
its like the person that I was before still remains
in more than just memory
only to be seen covered with this fabric of novel experiences
nay i don’t have a heart of stone; I bleed too,
but some things are best left unsaid, best left buried deep
with the key thrown out of this porthole
that I look through as I write this. I bid adieu.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

People keep saying that their face structure isnt symmetrical enough, or that their nose is too short or their eyes are too big. But what they fail to realize, is that these so-called faults are the very things that make them unique from any other person on this planet.

These so-called faults work like a charm and make you feel something special for that person, something tht u may have never felt before.

Mebbe something that you can call love.  

The eyes that spot the smallest fraction of conventional ugliness in even the most beautiful people  that you dislike, are the same eyes that find beauty in the most substantial feature of your loved one.


(this too is from an old blog of mine from a few years back...)

Anarchist Rant

sometimes i feel and believe that whatever we do,
right from the time we learn to speak, is just 
an effort to make ourselves more adaptable to this society,

which is a device of our own ways , of course which 

collectively becomes so restricted that it fails to be called

something of our own or something with whch we can

be comfortable to live in or live with...

(this is from an old blog of mine from a few years back...)

Pet-names & Memories...

"Rolls"(pronounced the way 'calls' is)... thats what i was called my my cousins when we were kids. All of us had a pet-ish name. Like for instance, my cousin Rohan was fondly called "Lahnya" (coz he was short)... ishu, sweety, pinky, guddi, amya.. it was the 90s; and such names were still in vogue.
Wow.. those days were golden... I really thought we all cousins would grow old together and share our futures... alas..
The family that once was, is no more; the days of innocence linger in the past, in fond memories..
But you are... the only exception..
Yea you are.. the only exception.

Its a Bird... No wait !! Its a ... Wha ??

You are walking along the streets of San Francisco. Something suddenly fell form the skies, and you caught it in your hands. What did you catch ? and why did you catch that particular thing ?

I caught a wallet. A wallet that contains a credit card with infinite balance & my name on it. Also comes with a thick wad of bills, complete with the key to my own apartment.

Being a student comes with a lot of financial restrictions. Desires are punctured on an hourly basis, and i truly miss being the extravagant spendthrift that i was, back home.

Also, my very first ever Thanksgiving is around the corner, and the only thing keeping me from buying almost anything and everything in my sight, is that wallet.


(for an 5 minute writing exercise in my copywriting class by Her Highness Ellen Shakespeare)

Infernal Rant.

I feel like beating someone to a pulp.. i can almost feel the bone connect with my knuckles through the skin.. the putrid viscera as my thumbs gouge out the soft of his eyes... the dandruff stuck in between in my nails from the bunch of hair that i find in my hand.. and i look closer to see that the one who is facing my wrath, burning beneath the inferno of my rage, is me.