Existence

Jumbled.Shaken.The leaves tremble in anticipation.Anonymity of thought.Cutting yourself off hardly helps.Laughter in the air.Bhelpuri.Wondering at the events.Fairytales(there it goes again!!)The crowded bus rides.The grey roads whipping past in a blur.Unplanned existence.Endless cups of coffee..sharing..a sudden lurch at the pit of your stomach.Moments.Pass.Remembered.Fever.Sneezing..(!)

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Nothing's wrong in hoping.And I keep doing that,despite knowing things may not work out at all.Morbidity!

Nothing's like I have been expecting.Feelin really low.Thank God,I came to college today..with all the familiar,cheery faces,the entire world seems like a better place.Badly wanted to go to Princeton on saturday..but,well I guess nothing works out the way I want it to!Have to start afresh..am getting a bit too mouldy and weepy for my own likes(jeez!what a brilliant bit of introspection!).The last time I wrote some happy,sunshiny poetry was 8 months back..that too after a severe bout of depression and mopeyness..hehe.Shreo always paints a bright picture of life in front of me..and she really does make a difference.When am with her I tend to forget everything..and we bitch,brood,laugh together so..even fury which threatens to blow away my wits  and the entire morbid aspect of every damn thing kind of disappears!Blogging is becoming a habit and I hope it turns out to be my saviour!Enough said...

Hurt(in 5 fragments)

Pain turned out to be like that elusive

Gossamer wing of the butterfly.

As he woke up.blinded by rage

Muddle asked him to be still.

I wore my best that day-

and rained over him.

.

Clouds came inside the cemented walls,

With pincers.

Night turned into a banshee.

My ears absurdly jigged around,

Trying to find some meaning

Out of the Charade.

.

Rapunzel's long plait

Was wound around my back.

Each part vehementlyopposedtosanity.

Wondrous wonder.Grave Grief.

Black Darkness.

Blind Faith-

The Mark is there to stay.

.

Did I crave for this?

The struggle,the "little pleasures"

Absolution.

My foray into Madness.

Have been crying for centuries..now.

Paint me black.

Free me from the charred honesty.

Lock me inside yourself.

And plead with my bawling soul.

This Guilt will not let me live.

Tainted love;

has to be saved.

Won't you cover up the stripped fairy

With your marauding shawl??

Huh!

Yeah right.more than 24 hours.freezing silence.(without my help).FInished HP.feeling a bit hollow as usual.Well Shopping is therapeutic.(wow!yay!)Got a new pair straight jeans and the fit was just right.Had a bowl full of choco icecream(who's countin the calories!hello!am depressed out here!)Have begun with "The Wicked Women of the Raj"kinda likin it.Tried to take some pictures but I guess bad mood doesn't make a very good photographer!No new poetry..am satiated..

Hallowed.

Am currently halfway through Chapter 18th of the last magical saga.I am a fanatic fan and am deliberately slowing down my normally fast pace of reading coz i want to savour every word..cant believe this is going to be the last time Harry nd ROn nd Hermione wl be muddled and mad like us..last time they'll keep our minds and hearts occupied with the prospect of yet another year at Hogwarts...dunno..am feeling a bit down.

Random Mindfuckery..the bliss of swearing!BLEH!

WHAT MAKES SWEARING SO SPECIAL?NOT THE FACT THAT ALL THAT I/WE USE ARE CLICHES AND ARCHAIC(SP.THE F**K WORD WHICH I ADORE)bUT thAT IT REleasEs sPeCiAl HORMONES (LETS CALL IT :sWEARINSMOOTHULTRACALMNESS..!*!)WHICH SOOTHE OUR FIERY NERVE ENDS.wRINKLES DISAPPEAR AS tHE fROwN DOES!WE DO NOT GET THOSE LINES BEFORE 20!;) !

sWEARING MAKES me --

• hAPPY
• COOL
• SEEMINGLY vALIANT..(HEHE)
• ESTABLISHES OUR AMAZING VOCABULARY
• SWEARING UNDER YOUR BREATH IS EVEN BETTER THAN BLACK COFFEE:THE INSTANT HIGH IS MINDBLOWING..TRY IT.
• [THE WRITER IS BUT INSANE!]

MUSh**!

The Streets of the city illuminated our happiness.The sheer rapture of feeling him beside me,with the strains of guitar still playing inside my head.The rush,the sudden sadness.The feeling of wholeness.Squabbles over nothing.Matching our footsteps with the shiny asphalt road and the greyish but happy rain.The total disregard for any mortal around.Time froze.Lost in your eyes.Back to the sad greyness.Missing every moment when Life and Time stretch out their arms to push us against the wall.The frantic frenzy.Fallen for you yet again.