phenelopsis

I need to write, desperately..
the nights have burnt themselves down to the butt,
and for all those who know, iam not ready to stub, not just yet

i need to cry, hysterically..
it was long enough to be meaningful ..
standing tall and strong is taking it's toll..
but now i hear something breaking inside
you've been away way too long
and i can't keep waking up alone any longer...

the leaves have changed colors now...
half of them have even left their branches..
life's waiting.. and so am i.
i want winter to return,
in all it's glory, with misty mornings and dark nights...
only so i'd have you to warm my feet in the middle of the night

Flashes.....Like an old short film with multiple clips

Our finger prints have dried up on the cement driveway
and they'll be theRe forever.

B."v" L.G.A.R.I

got the Bvlgari account on Friday!

cut..copy...paste.

He is a modern man
A modern man,
digital and cost free;
a man for the millennium

a diversified, muli-cultural,
post-modern deconstructionist;
politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.

I've been uplinked and downloaded,
I've been imputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high-tech, low-life.
A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art,
bi-coastal multi-tasker,
and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave, but I’m old school;
And my inner child is 0utward-bound.

I’m a hot-wired, heat-seeking,
Warm-hearted cool customer;
voice-activated and bio-degradable.

I interface with my database;
my database is in cyberspace;
so I’m interactive, Im hyperactive,
and from time to time I’m radioactive

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve,
ridin’ the wave, dodgin’ the bullet,
pushin’ the envelope.

I’m in the moment, on the edge,
over the to, but under the radar.

friends??

are we what we are because of the circumstances we are in....??
are we friends with the people we are friends with just because we're going throught the same stuff an' connect over those our similar situations??

It's gettin easier for me to believe in this,
but then does it also mean that our friends would change as and when we would be in a novel circumstance or situation?
would we change friends as often as a change of season...
or maybe as frequently as a change in clothes?
everyday is a new day an' a new attire ..right?

but don't some eople stick around forever...an' bind us to our roots...
an' remain a part of us,even when they are millions of miles away?!

...........my question answered*

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way than this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep."

............blogging only coz im meant to*

writing an' deleting....
im tryin to put thoughts into feelings....
an' them into acts....
im have a tough time doing both

it's weird when time flies...
an' the sand runs through your hand...
it's sad when you try to hold on...an' it all flows away like water.
but life's stranger than reality...
an sometimes prayers are answered...
even when you least expexct them to!

the summer of 'o7's been a whirlwind tour...
writer's block*
for this one person..words will never suffice
nothing will ever be enough...
im scared now....hoping it not to be a dream...coz im too scared of waking up to reality!

van*

lots needs to be figured in this picture.....
my favourite is the sunflowers.....maybe coz it's one of the masterpieces i ever saw...i have a fake in my dining room at home.
but this is smthng i like too!

3:13 a.m...NDTV...India questions Ashley Judd.....

iam touched....does that sound pseudo..or prosaic.....
whatever it maybe.....
this woman on t.v is a phenomenon....
a child of the Hippie America of the 7o's.....
she did yoga in class three.....
she's an indian spirit i can tell....so can pronoy i guess..coz he's said it to her a few times over.
she's beautiful...inside-out.....
i don't think i'v ever seen any of her movies though..but she'd be brilliant in them i know.
she's been tryin to do a lot of work againt HIV and AIDs here in India....
n' her conviction,determination,focus, and the grief which inevitably surrounds the cause she so believes in is as real an' genuine as your existence and mine.
(i could've said you and me...but our reality is not real enough)
anyhow...it's time to wake up and smell the coffee....and do something!

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Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee.