Ten Things I Love About You

I love how you gently tap one of your feet on its side while sleeping.

And sometimes, while trying to fall asleep.

I love how you, in a bus, keep your phone inside your bag for safekeeping,

Yet your wallet, out of your pocket, does peep.

I love how you, without discernment, nibble on every piece of midnight junk,

That inside your ever-dismaying refrigerator, you find.

I love how you emote out every single spoken word that forms a song,

While singing it out, out of tune, yet I want to hit ‘rewind’.

I love that childlike innocence in your huge eyes, even more so when

They widen, at the prospect of a new mischief,

I love it when you hug me tight, when the darkness around the edges

Of your bed is still lighter(in shade) than your inner grief.

I love how long your hair grows, how absolutely dense, cascading down

The contours of your face, briefly shading your eyes.

I love the lost look on your face, when you dream of the elusive love,

When it rains new vigor and new ecstasy from the skies.

I love how gentle and meek and kind and well-behaved and concerned

You are about your friends, of who you have a lot.

But above all, I love how much you love me above them all,

Know that I too, love you timeless, You’re my sole immortal thought.

LolWUT?

Somebody residing on the International Date Line has visited my blog.

My dead blog seriously just became cooler.

Yo! Phoren Guy. Gracias!

Daydreamers

Here I am, still sitting alone, still staring at the empty pages, reading between the non-existent lines trying to make sense of all of this, this entire life. Tried to get everything right, didn't I? But nothing, nothing ever works out, nothing ever adds up.

I'm just so tired of everything slipping out of my fingers every time. Of having to check myself whether I made a mistake or not. Whether I'm making everyone feel good or not. Not for once does anyone ever stop to ask me whether I am doing okay or not. Whether I am comfortable or happy. Never.

I'm just tired of putting up with so much of everyone's garbage for the moment. Maybe it is time to let go, once and for all. For too long have I refused to feel like the victim, the absolute victim. But the darkness around the edges of the bed suggests maybe, just maybe I really am one.
[And yes, there's a reason why this is not up on the secret blog].

Oh, MoodCourtesy:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=girXRxJRdu4

Love Ballad to Oneself - Demise, Rebirth And Everything Encased Within

Probably, you see, a distant poetry,

Coming to life,

Approaching you,

And then passing by,

Leaving your peace

Destroyed,

With its lyrical promiscuity.

In the grays of the sky,
And the cracks lining the glass
On the window-panes,
You see how
Dispensable
You are, and have always been.

For you expected an ode
To be sung for you,
You expected the winds
To carry away your loneliness
And bring home to you,
A permanent sense

Of belonging.
You expected remembrance,
And you expected warmth.
But the skies are gray,
The glass is cracked,
And life is cold.

Colder than their eyes,
When they looked away.
Colder than the January
That renders you older,
Every time.
Renders you even closer
To the demise of hope.

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I speak of you,
And sing for you,
For I want you to know,
You are a part of me,
And I am a part of you.
This, a tale of rebirth,
This, a tale of Life, Death, And Everything
In Between.
There has been a summer, and a winter
Contained within Then and Now.
And as we inch towards another summer,
I know you secretly wonder,
Why I don’t smile anymore.

Everyday since Then,
Everyday since you left,
I have wished for the smile to return.
I have tried.
I have prayed.
But the erosion of my smile,
That your departure caused,
Now seems permanent.

Yes, Now, I am happier.
My smile is gone, but I am saner.
I wish You could live
This sanity too.
I wish You could smile
My smile,
And yours,
In the reassuring glow
Of my happiness.

2011 - Remembering Them

And this is for remembering all those that we lost in 2011. From those in Japan, to those in Sikkim, the victims of AMRI, and illegal liquor close home, those in Christchurch, Mumbai Bombings, those in Libya, all the casualties in the 'Arab Spring', to all those close to us that we lost- the brother, the mother, the friend, the uncle, the son, the father, the grandparents, the lover, the wife, the daughter, the acquaintance; and also all those stars of eternal glory - the actors, singers, entrepreneurs, sports stars. You shall all be remembered.