They ask me one question and I often end up giving at-least three answers.
Blah!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
There are so many characters around me, am impressed.
The brown bottle at the side casts a dark shadow. He is a bad bad man.
The half open cupboard stores some big secret. She is so mysterious.
My stockings are madly in love with each other. Entwined. Honeymooning around. Love is busy.
The mosquito repellent has a bright head. Yeah, he is an intelligent chap.
My earphones lie messy. She is one big mess.
The two liter bottle mocks at the half-liter one. Yeah, he is a snob.
The half-liter bottle gives in. Argh, such a loser.
The pink bottle cares a damn for the other two. Ah! She is so confident.
My anklets make a sound, without my permission. Rebellious, I d say.
'She is too judgmental' They all say to themselves. Looking a me.
The brown bottle at the side casts a dark shadow. He is a bad bad man.
The half open cupboard stores some big secret. She is so mysterious.
My stockings are madly in love with each other. Entwined. Honeymooning around. Love is busy.
The mosquito repellent has a bright head. Yeah, he is an intelligent chap.
My earphones lie messy. She is one big mess.
The two liter bottle mocks at the half-liter one. Yeah, he is a snob.
The half-liter bottle gives in. Argh, such a loser.
The pink bottle cares a damn for the other two. Ah! She is so confident.
My anklets make a sound, without my permission. Rebellious, I d say.
'She is too judgmental' They all say to themselves. Looking a me.
The breeze is busy... flowing past me to cool down my room-mate who is wiping her sweat in her sleep, in this hot summer night...
The crickets are occupied... Chit-chatting with the lone cow I see outside my window...
The ugly black bug is the busiest... buzzing around the night lamp and trying to conquer the artificial light...
The drunk man is walking on four legs, alcohol talking rubbish...
My stockings, hung on the chair, are romancing around with the air from the ceiling fan... They are performing a tiny bit of ballet around me...
Dogs are barking as they fight to impress the snobby bitch. She is one and they are five. Busy woman she is, looks like.
As the clock strikes 2.05 AM, so many things are doing so many things around me.
And me, am sinking in the feeling of having no purpose. Of having nothing to do.
The crickets are occupied... Chit-chatting with the lone cow I see outside my window...
The ugly black bug is the busiest... buzzing around the night lamp and trying to conquer the artificial light...
The drunk man is walking on four legs, alcohol talking rubbish...
My stockings, hung on the chair, are romancing around with the air from the ceiling fan... They are performing a tiny bit of ballet around me...
Dogs are barking as they fight to impress the snobby bitch. She is one and they are five. Busy woman she is, looks like.
As the clock strikes 2.05 AM, so many things are doing so many things around me.
And me, am sinking in the feeling of having no purpose. Of having nothing to do.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Its amazing how my memory works.... Right after something bad happens, my memory gets so painfully strong that I feel like letting go of everything. Eventually they grow stronger, making it even more difficult. And one fine day, it runs out leaving big empty spaces in my brain. I don't remember anything bad that's ever happened to me, for long. After a few months I reach a point when I have to dig through, real hard to find at-least one bit of that bad memory. But no, nothing remains. Its empty.
I love the way it works. It makes it easier for me to forgive people and their shortcomings. Life becomes worthier and I become happier.
Forgetting and thence forgiving is cool. Really, really cool.
I love the way it works. It makes it easier for me to forgive people and their shortcomings. Life becomes worthier and I become happier.
Forgetting and thence forgiving is cool. Really, really cool.
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