Sunday, April 19, 2009

Three's crowd...

The shadows on the half dark walls seem to want to tell me something... Is it panic?Get in before it's too late, start swimming before you're left alone on this island, change yourself before history repeats...
When the obvious starts murdering your hopes and life gets too real, the blood in your body, draining towards your feet doesn't seem like a symptom of a crush.
It is the unmistakable sign of despair, creeping in on a cool summer morning, the pain of sleepless nights, not in the throes of unrequited love but the sudden fear of being too late.
Or worse, not reaching there at all...

Saturday, April 18, 2009

How long?

How long does it take for laughter to die away?
How long does it take for a good day to end?
How long does it take for fear to creep in?
How long does it take to drop a tear?
How long does it take to feel the pain?
How long does it take for insecurity to show up?
How long does it take to feel undeserving?
How long does it take to feel ugly?
How long before that knowing smile comes up, that bittersweet smile of acceptance of the fact that some things never change?
I knew it all along... How long before it sinks in?

Thursday, April 9, 2009

I quote...

"There's a moment in life where you can't recover anymore from another break up.And even if this person bugs you, 60% of the time, well you still can't live without him.And even if he wakes you up everyday by sneezing right in your face, well, you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses..."
-Julie Delpy in 'Two days in Paris'.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Broken promises

Weather: Raining heavily after an extremely hot day. Preceded by a dust storm which left my already dusty room a little more dirty.
Beverage: Self made tea, a little on the sweet side.
Background music: 'Hazaaro Khwaishein Aisi' (Picked it randomly, mind you!)

Can I be more compelled to write?Unless I was in some really beautiful European city with a glass of red wine and violins playing in the background, I don't think so.

I realised
A few seconds late
That the part of the song I had been waiting for
Was already played.
The part of the song
Reminding me of you,
Reminding me of our initial conversations
Over missed out lectures
And a can of Mountain Dew
Passed by,
In moments
When I was far too busy,
Thinking about us...
Life got a little ahead of my memory
The part I waited for
Slipped by
In seconds of unintended reverie...
You see, love
The part I waited for
Has already been played...

P.S- It is so bad, I might kill myself.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

The crushing realisation of being wrong is somehow worse than the indignation of being wronged...