Fuck The World

Why is it that no matter what you think… not matter how you act… no matter what relationship you share with a person…All people are just the same…?

Predictable and insensitive are the words I am looking for.

… New Beginnings…

Have you ever had a perfect day? A day when you wake up with a lingering smile… still smelling of last night’s lovemaking…? A day when even the warmth of the air leaves you with goose bumps…? A day when you feel like you just got a new body… a new soul?

A day when all food tastes like drops of melting heaven in your mouth… when water intoxicates you, all words that fall out of your mouth become perfect poetry…?

Hedonistic Calculus

My crime was love…

Love is my punishment…

And in the hedonism, I hang on for dear life. Balance me out if you will…

Split the Pain

It was that day you left
To never come back again
That I decided to divide
The things you left behind.

I get the cup you broke
The day we made love
On the slab of the kitchen
You can keep the rest of them

The Death of Mr. Love

*Title shamelessly copied from Indra Sinha’s book “Death Of Mr. Love”*

What are you doing?
I’m killing Mr. Love

Who are you?
Im no one in particular. I’m just… no one.

Why are you here?
I am not sure. I don’t even know if I want to be here.

Of Sorrow…

Sorrow must not be cultivated… It’s a poor lifestyle choice…

- Alchemy of Desire, Tarun J Tejpal

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Mantra!

I am in control… I AM IN CONTROL.

So fuck you!

Vagabondish…

I asked him, why people always only thought about themselves. Why they never paused to think what effects their actions might have on other people.

He looked into the oblivion and smiled at something, turned to me and said, don’t worry about the people who have hurt you. We all make our heaven or hell here inside of us. Just take care to always keep that smile lingering here… he touched my lip and looked away.

I watched him as he left. I always wished I had known him better. May god bless your soul… Will.

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Labyrinths of Time

The sallow sun that burns my skin
Sallow swells the sallow skin
Severed heart that yearns a warmth
The sallow sun that doesn’t forgive
Red are the rivers that flow from my eyes
Coign to coign the heart races
The guillotine that beckons forever

Of Kites, Parties and Friendship

Independence day has always been about family stuff. It’s one of the rare days of the year when the entire family gets together at our house and flies kites. I have always associated 15th august with kites and fun…

Like everything else, this too has changed over the time. Today was just like any other day. The house was empty. Everybody had better things to do and I was left alone to mind my business (which by the way is how I really prefer it) I wondered though, I wondered when I passed the corner store. I remembered how when we were kids, we used to save all our money so that we could buy real sharp manja (a special thread which is coated with glass particles) and Guddis (the bigger kites that cost 2 bucks back then). We would buy out stuff from all the money we had and wake up at 4 a.m. to start flying our kite. By afternoon, the whole sky would be full of kites. Well, those days have long gone. Children do other stuff for fun and when I talk to my kid cousins, I feel terribly alone and old.