The past few days have been awefull...really really awefull....

This one is for all those people who fear death

"In death,Everyone becomes famous"

Ironic,Isnt it??How you feel that a lot more people should know who you are,and then you are dead and it so easily comes true.Whispers ,News and Rumors flying around,Making you the person you always wished to be.Funny,Kind,Sweet,Caring,A good neighbour ,A wonderful Friend.All after you're gone.Ironic-That's exactly what life is.I think.

Death aint all that bad...especially if angels look like Russian Models.

Kill me!Kill me!Kill me!Kill me!Kill me!

:D

A sparkling trait of dust

A sparkling trait of dust
of gloden dreams and lust

A gleaming river flows
and lo!the hour unfolds
As i dance through this life
with maiden 'trust' in the snows

A sparkling trait of dust
of gloden dreams and lust


Lights my morning skies
is my nightly love
Hope,my human grace
kills me sweetly,slow


A sparkling trait of dust
of golden dreams and lust

Fallen freinds shall call
in the rise of wailing dooms
Fighting foes shall weave,
Frightened cries in a room
Shall the night forever pray
behind twisted clouds and moons??

A sparkling trait of dust
of goldnen dreams and lust

Lips that tatse the seed
and fall in love again
Bodies on a raging hearth
and hearts that fend a gale
A rusted knife that feeds
on a heart that tells a tale


A sparkling trait of dust
of golden dreams and lust

It was....

I never thought i'd do it.I never did...All the time that we were walkin,talking,holding hands and convincing each other that this was the best thing that happened to us.

Never,for one minute.No,not even for a second, did i think i'll kill her.

Pretty eyes.Prettiest.I could stare at them all day.I could talk to them ,i could stay in love with them.The voice...sweet voice....

We enjoyed venice.Newyork times said it was the most beautiful city built by man.I think its vegas.
She always told me i had no taste,i replied 'that'd explain you'.And we'd make love on the couch.It was she who dragged me there.Being from venice(los angeles).She always wanted to see the real thing.I cant deny i liked the place.


Venezia

With its canals,the gondolas ,the small islands...I liked it.I'd say it really was the best place.The second.I remember we were standing on a bridge and she sighed.I later learnt about the Ponte dei Sospiri, the 'bridge of sighs'

She was beautiful,and so was everything else....

Think..

The bus rides really wear me off.and my sweet lil cousin brother had his hostel bout 32 miles from my place...32 long miles!!!

The next part of the post has no relation whatsoever.

One guy sitting next to me was shoutin his head off on a phone.Spittin at it,Grinding his teeth.At the end,he said ...'tu mereko missed call diya'.
If you looked at it one way,it was correct. He must have woke up that morning,yawned stretched,decided if wanted to take a leak and looked up into his awesome new GSM phone, which must have read "Mr. Smartass" with a 'U' pointing upwards saying "Missed call(1)"....

Russel peters once said "we indians are cheap" and i totally agree.I say,we being cheap even changed the language.No longer is a "Missed call" something that we have missed,no longer is it our fault.Its the other persons fault....it really is....was it supposed to be???

And since when did 'Tereko SIGHT hai??' actually start meaning that you CANT see prorper...??

I was walking down the street and the book shop said'all books available here'. There wasnt a single book in that shop that wasnt related to the 'JNTU engineering' syllabus.I wanted to yell my ass off .Tell him that books dot mean just pages you try to mug -up!!!I really did...but i reckoned my voice would be lost in the crowd..And so i didnt..

I started thinkin bout stupid things like 'missed calls' and 'sight' and misleading bookshops coz i might just be a stupid person...

But if you are not,try thinkin bout all the un-stupid things.....like about how working a day for bout 50 bucks in the tea shop might actually ruin that 5 year old girl.Like about how BASIC education can create a better life,like about how not throwing plastic on the streets might actually help some day,like about how literacy can bring about a civilised world,like about how proud a mother would be if her son could complete high school,like about how stupid you go when you are drunk,like about how wasted your life is when you smoke,like bout how a million whispers can make a noise,like about how we'd be much better off judjing ourselves more than we do others.

Like about how you HAVE to start thinking.Like about how YOU can make a difference...

I mean...32 bloddy miles?!!!!

Painted woods(part 1)-The bridge

The birds were singing again.I hate it when they mock me like that... and they knew exactly when to do it.

The bridge couldn not take my weight.I had always been someone whose new pants always got too tight after sometime.I always needed new pants.New pants made me look good.

And i thought'maybe if i try to cross the bridge,it wouldnt break at all...and even if it does,i dont think i'll get washed off by the river..i can swim'.i saw him walking towards me,the skinny guy...and i remember the trees dancing.Weird.Trees werent supposed to dance.I dint like him much and i dont know why i did'nt either.i was a 'liker'. I liked everything...everything that dint make me think.

He was something of what i wanted to be.Smart.Funny.... Yes,i hated him from the start. We talked,not about bridge.I think he did not want to talk about the bridge.We talked about the river,the pebbles,the fish,the lands,the trees and the plunge.He told me he needed new pants too,his seemed to grow too big for him every other fortnight.
Then,we looked at the bridge.He told me i should not get on it.He told me it'd just make things worse for people like him.I punched him,told him all that i can do right now was to let him go first.I could hear to the roaches now,and all those wierd six legged creatures heaven would not let in.Creepy.There was one on the ground,it came for judgement.I sent it down to the furnace.The skinny guy had stepped on the bridge.The wind was trying to throw him off his feet.I was tempted to go too.The river would like his meat....Maybe,it would be like two friends gone out for an evening swim.The night was irksome now.Painted ink blue.I just wanted to go to sleep.
She would be waiting for me on the other side.Naked.In front of the fire.....

Untitled

I walked down a road today
knew i not,what ahead lay
it took me along,sung me a song
with flickering lights along the way...
I walked down a road today

Darkness set in a pleasure new born
Shadows lengthened as lights died out
I looked up,as stars whispered
And trees talked back,
A gentle breeze..
I walked down a road today

Small,cold houses queued up aside
Stories unbound with each little stride
I stopped and gazed
As lizrads ran up their walls
and flies sung love,to a lone lantern...
I walked down a road today

Water reached the end of land,
handsome murk it carried along
Stretched reflections of light shimmered
Calling out my name,
In a daze i jogged,in a dream i fell
Woke up,
And then walked away...
I walked down a road today

As i strutted,on my way back
was cut across by the black fur(ed) Cat
And night witnessed it say,
"It's good luck,today!!"
I laughed aloud,
Until the lights swayed back in
And sang,as i walked back
Into the oblivion....

*Shrugs

*Sometimes,youngistaan is totally lost and confused,and so,We are..

Jim carrey once asked his diary...."Why do i fall in love with every other girl who looks at me?"...or something like that....I say 'Excellent Question!'


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Know that sound you can hear after readin micro controllers for about 10 hours??As though someone jus set off a tuning fork in your brains.Thats exactly how i feel right now.I'm black,blank and totally confused.Guess i just feel myselves again

ZoZos...Eben...Football...Porn...

Random thoughts people!!I just cant seem to connect one with the other...Yes,Yes...Eben would make an excellent ZoZo.But still ..i feel like that little boy must have felt,when his mom first told him chocolates are bad for teeth.Confused again ...yes...

Movies...girls...*Shrugs

Its just like what that idiot must have said after makin the leanining tower of pisa.
I just cant get my head straight!!!!

I think i'll try some other time...Some other way...Some other drink....Some other girl..

Our sky so beautiful
the scent so sweet
your heart so tainted
and lies discreet

*Shrugs again

Adios Amigos!!

Yes..Yes...i know...i've watched happy feet :D