red wine

We grow up, taking certain things in life for granted because they are always around us. Because in familiarity lies reassurance. And when suddenly that feeling of familiarity is gone, the emptiness left behind does take a while to fill.


and i actually got drunk today!!!
GOD!!!
spoke rubbish..skid on the underground rail station!!!
and then asked my friends to bear with me!!!
crazy huh!!!!
it removed my emptiness a bit..of the want..of the dreams..momentary though!!!
like i'd be missing you..
and i do..now too
i so wanted to walk beside you..run down there..
but thats what made me get drunk..
it really makes you forget me..and vice-versa!!!

checks

i don't really hate it.. neither do i love it..what you do to me.. just wish you to be there..sitting..half laying... with check prints on your shirt..
getting into your habits..i hate it..but still cant help but making you my muse..
making you my rain..
i hate to look at you..when you are not staring at me..
when you promise to be there..
and then i am there..
i cannot read you..
you get difficult day by day..

dementors

i hate load-sheddings..it makes me feel weaker..like all the dead come running to me..crying out their grievances.. why man??
i am already too full of it...
feel like dementors showing off their flight to me....as if i care..huh??
but when the lights go off..darkness..i love colours of it.
doesnt really mean i love darkness??

yellow-ed

i should have worn yellow today, worshipping the Saraswati..
but what-so-ever..i didnt even realise it till today..
being recently detesting yellow
everything of it..
as if it matters much..
thinking makes you wonder..cuts off time and makes you from opinions..
not that i dont do it..
i think and think..and still cant be the bold to make 200m of cantilever..
and so i prayed..
being that little bit of orthodox..


yet not being so much..so as to forget FB-ing.. reading my forecast for the day..
so quintessential..
and then there was unconscious-ness.. in the air..rooms..pillows..blanket..t-shirt..me..

YOU

getting up late in the morning..nights chilled with coffee-ed lips and yellow-ed lights, off the scribbled notes. clothes create mayhem and you still delve into it..choosing black or blue..dark colours..

picking up that same worn out watch..that dissembled piece of shrug over the laden shoulders..missing out paper rolls.. hair clips..as if they were ever important....

last friday rocked.. people who mattered most..loved them..ate, drank..

and here's it all..insomnia..songs, movies..chats.. history doesnt need to be remembered..

lines and curves..markers..pens..they were to be piled up and kept..

building up apparent spaces..buildings- a wrong word maybe.. for some people, measurements....

the green frustration..methodology and output of processes..

clash of ideologies and more of pandemonium

lazy beings.. who consider it their sport..weird..

difficult to comprehend rather... or why do it in first place..

uncensored talking..trying to be that sophisticated bit.. 

necessity in disguise..or rustic features...