The shining moondrops dance around your lips, as the winds start fiddling with you hair. You stretch a little and hold on closer to him. And he speeds into the silent night. He is warm and you feel him seeping into you. The road is slick with the recent rains. And it’s getting colder. But he is warm. You are warm. And comfortable.
The trees wave at you as you More
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
Life whirls… past you. And you stand by, bracing yourself, looking it go past.
Where are you? It is unfamiliar turf. You do not belong. Yet you want to stay. Reason says you need to run as fast as you can and get the hell out. But this small voice in your More
I haven’t written for so long now that I’m almost afraid that the keys wont punch under my fingers and that they would suddenly have a mind of their own and write things that I didn’t intend in the first place. But comprehension, I believe, has never been a problem.
When something burns, a cloud of smoke lifts up to find its redemption amongst the blues of the sky. The things on fire keep turning to ash, sending more and more smoke to its redemption.
When everything settles down, there are still tiny embers hidden in the ashes, striving for their existance. Reminds me of some verse that I More
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
The more I like people in general,
the more I dislike them in particular.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky
Tags: Dostoevsky, People
We heard they would jump from buildings
at the slightest provocation: low marks
On an exam, a lovers’ spat
or an excess of shame.
One fat morning Eric Hearble wake up with an abnor-man fat growth a bombly on his head. ‘Oh crumb,’ said Eric Hearble, who was a very very, surprised. Anyway he carried on as Norman for why should he worried? All of suddy he heard a small little voice calling him by name, ‘Eric … Eric Hearble ‘ it seemed to say though I couldn’t say for sure.
You voluble,
Velvety
Vehement fellows
That play on your
Flying and
Musical cellos,
All goldenly
Girdled you
Serenade clover,
Each artist in
Bass but a
Bibulous rover!
A mosquito was heard to complain
That a chemist had poisoned his brain
The cause of his sorrow
Was paradichloro
Diphenyltrichloroethane.
-Dr. D. D. Perrin
Tags: Poetry, A mosquito was heard to complain, Dr. D. D. Perrin
He came knocking on my door at half past two in the morning. Parichay was in deep sleep so I slipped out. He looked good. As always.Smelling so vanilla. If only he had not got married 4 days ago. And I had not got married 2 years ago.
Its been almost two years since I last saw him. It was a different world then. We were young then. Today though it seems More
How can you call my love absurd?
Ain’t all this rotten world absurd?
You criticise every thing I say,
I call this insolence absurd.
My trysts with the pigeons have become a daily routine. I have started ignoring them. Their stray feathers and droppings don’t bother me. At least the ant infestation is fixed. There are times when I feel I could do with a man around the house.
I hate fixing up things. Its not my thing. I hate having to stand on a stool to hang things. He wouldn’t have had to. I hate driving up alone More
But let me tell you this: sometimes at night, when I look up at the stars, an see the whole sky jus laid out there, don’t you think I ain’t rememberin it all. I still got dreams like anybody else, an ever so often, I am thinkin about how things might of been. An then, all of a sudden, I’m forty, fifty, sixty years ole, you know?
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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
