Monday, March 16, 2009
My last word
P.S-1)I'll always remember his voice.
2)I think I'm much better now.
3)No, it wasn't love.
4)Ten posts on him and I'm finally calling it quits.My new muse, where art thou?
Friday, March 13, 2009
Things used for transport?
Exam results...
Things that always go bad?
Approval, acceptance...
Things you complain your mother never gave enough of?
The rain on a hot, summer day...
Things that never happen when you really want it?
A phone call, a text message...
Things that I don't get very often?
The day he's going to come and talk to you again...
Things that I wait for!
Touche, you dumbass.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Do I know you?
Do I seek randomness in life?Nothing planned out, taking it all in as it comes to me, exciting, mysterious?Hasn't everyone at some point wished for these adjectives to describe their present?
But then you come along to tap on long forgotten memories, expressions I've quite grown out of.You tell me my cliches have always intrigued you...
Now I know what emotion I've felt for the past few days.It's called 'familiarity'.And the fact that the same person, the same words, the same expressions, the same smiles still interest me is surprising.Or should I say, an unfamiliar feeling...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Five
1)Being called 'fat' and 'lazy'
2)(Melo)Drama in my life
3)Lavish weddings
4)Moisturisers
5)Routine
Five movies I don't mind watching again:
1)Before Sunrise
2)Requiem for a dream
3)The Dark Knight
4)Forrest Gump
5)The Departed
Five tunes I'll always hum:
1)All by myself
2)Comfortably numb
3)Don't panic
4)My funny valentine
5)Blowin' in the wind
Five people I'll always love:
1)Kannika
2)Kriti
3)Swapnil
4)Kurt Cobain
5)Anna
Five things I'll always be:
1)Romantic
2)Pseudo-cynic
3)Condescending
4)Bad at lying
5)Intrigued
P.S-1)I know no one cares.
2)They aren't necessarily in order.
3)Share your 'fives'!
Monday, March 9, 2009
How could I have missed this?
A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.
A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized,
That you were an island and I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.
And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go.
So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...
I really do...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Wishful thinking...
Don't you sometimes wish you had a horrible memory?And awful pattern matching skills?That one thing dint lead to another?That you could never trace back your thoughts to something you'd rather not think about?And less number of deja vus?
P.S-Last statement in connection to shortage of attendance.Again!It doesn't even seem like a deja vu anymore, it's happened way too many times.Now I know what Ursula meant in 'One hundred years of solitude'.Time is going in a circle.Sigh.
Come to me...
Tonight,
I know you've got friends,
I know you don't need me,
But I need to hear your voice tonight,
I'm scared baby,
I'm scared of letting you go
Completely,
Scared of the idea,
That we were never meant to be,
I'm scared,
That you won't be around anymore,
That you'd rather be someplace else...
I have been too restless, too long,
I've been too passionate, too long,
Come to me love,
Drain my hopes,
Erase my memories,
Of you,
Of listening to your voice at 3am,
Kill those little moments,
Of laughter and dreams,
I can't think of them anymore,
I can't need them anymore...
I wish I could be happy for you,
I want to be baby,
Come to me,
Hush me,
Whisper softly in my ear that it will be fine,
Pretend like you mean it,
And I'll nod along beneath my tears,
Tears that have refused to flow,
Since you been gone,
I need you tonight baby,
I need you to hush me quiet...
Hold me, till it all fades away,
Till I can finally say,
"It was nice knowing you..."
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Obligations and pragmatism...
"Hey."
"Hello.How have you been?"
"I'm quite ok.How about you?"
"I'm good too.Same old life."
"Same old, boring life*his annoying laugh*, I presume."
"Yeah...You told me once not to mention everytime that my life doesn't change much because you already know it.I remember things, unlike some people."
"Don't worry doll.I remember quite a lot of things myself."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm...So what else?"
"I thought we'd agreed uopn using the phrase 'Then what?' instead of 'What else'?"
"Do I look like I care?"
"I was just making small talk."
"I thought that was my job."
"Not exactly.You just do it better than I do.You could keep up small talk spanning three hours of conversation."
"I thought you liked talking to me."
"I thought so too."
"You know babe, it's ironic that you always hated formalities and now all we have left is formalities."
"I know.I don't think it's possible for me to ever loosen up in your presence again."
"That's quite comforting. I'm just waiting for the day when I can relax in your presence again."
"You do know that I'm never going to be the same again right?"
"Yeah I do.The relaxing is for my benefit.That'll mean that I wouldn't care if you were around me anymore."
"I'll look forward to that day.Goodbye."
"My lover?"
"What?"
"*smiles* Nothing babe."
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
To whomsoever it may concern...
When I smell a whiff of cigarette smoke...
I think of you,
When I hear the word 'pugnacious'...
I think of you,
When I read something new...
I think of you,
When I listen to 'Goodbye my lover'...
I think of you,
When I use the word 'fair'...
I think of you,
When I see someone being mean...
I think of you,
Even when there are others to think about...
I mostly think of you,
When I see someone smile, for old times' sake
Or just for courtesy...