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bliss!

20 minutes of unadulterated, unmatched bliss!





lyrics: HERE

gay and happy, happy and gay!

if you are "quite the catch" yet single. people think you are "gay".

umm! well, i AM gay, VERY much like the old times. go figure!

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realization 1: loves "LOVE AAJ KAL".

OK, go on with the swear words now.


whatever.

have you heard crash and burn by savage garden?no, nothing too special about the song, nothing remarkable. but when you hear it after you have spent the worst week of your life, when the ikka-dukka people who were there at your lowest (who are immune to all your tantrums,cusses and love) also manage to not turn up, it reads itself as God's-book-of-unattainable. 

still waters run deep.

There are a lot of ripples here. There is a lot of noise, CHAOS.

She must be shallow.

yeah, so you think!


I am struck by my ability to be so many different things in a single day.
the joker, the joke, the optimist, the cynic, the snob, the failure, the intellectual, the whore, the Goddess.
I am everything you see, yet I am nOt anyone you know.



I hate it.
i write sad stuff, that does not mean that i am sad.

please make these aunties disappear or better still make me disappear.
and please make songs of dabangg and once upon a time in mumbai disappear as well.

status quo

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And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now






make me an acoustic cover for the track. the noise in the background is irritating.

=)

a smile sure straightens many things.my valentine's gift was a rs.5 discount by the gali ka sandwich wala on a rs. 30 ka sandwich. only because i looked very flushed and yet smiled at him.
realization: try to smile. things will fall into place. even for a while.
=)

by the sea

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a little after afternoon it was.  a little before the crimson evening.  a little over-whelming it was.  a little foreboding. 
A thousand syllables make my day, the night falls amid silence. .......................................................

all in a day's work.

Y: I still love you, i can't just forget what i felt and move on. 


X: I think i should stop talking to you.  


[10mins later]

X: You are with someone else. Stay there.


[15mins later]


Y: Miss Rude.


X: Mr. Hypocrite. 


[5 mins later]


Y: I am your friend, will be there for you. Always.


[10 mins later]


Y: that freaking apple smirnoff makes me wanna puke.


X: try orange twist. much better.


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whatever.

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We oft repeat mistakes. The fickleness of the human mind and the ability of repair over time make an ass out of us, repeating the same things over and over again, thinking things will magically work themselves out this time around. But given the starfish’s memory that most of us have, one also forgets that when a sequence is repeated the end will be the same as it was the first time over. But no, we still go out in the rain, wet our jeans, splurge in the mud and then swear to god I am not, never, EVER, going out in the rains again. But then, when it rains again, the sweet smell of the earth hypnotises you to go back in there.



ACT 1:

ACT 2: loop...





We are silly. I am silly.
Period.

rant-2

there is nothing much to say. nothing much to do. work is rehab i guess.
mind becomes numb till the day draws to a close.
having said that, de-addiction should have been easier.  i tell myself that the worst is over, but i turn around to find that the rot is still left.
I am still left. still bereft. 

rant-1

I looked yonder, I looked away. Far into the darkness I looked far, further away. No…why am I even trying the words will not rhyme. Wasn’t I told before that there is no music left? There is so much that I have to tell. It is not about a broken heart, it has been broken for eons now. It is like that unknown, unwanted part of me that invariably sticks to me all the time. I cannot put my finger on to it as of now. I can’t at all. But there is something that has been harrowing onto me. I don’t have sleepless nights anymore I keep busy all the time. I want to shy away, get away run away. It is not about things that bother me. it is me. There is this part of me that hates me. I hate the eyes, the skin the smile. I hate it more because it is pretty. I don’t like pretty anymore. I see no purpose of pretty. There is putrid black in it.  Like a mask that I invariably, inexplicably keep wearing.
 My only hint of salvaging me from the darkness from total, ineffable stupor, is something that I have …

All dressed up for Prague

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why should i tell you how i feel?
why should i count you my sighs?
why shouldn't i shrug off and walk away?
why should i sing to you my fears?

but i cannot not do it.
i cannot do it.


for I Prepare myself for a war And I don't know what i'm doing this for
Trying to let it all go But how can I when you still don't know?

I could wait for you Like that hole in your boot
Waiting to be fixed I could wait for you What good would that do But to leave me pricked?




free-fallin

no. nothing at all.
despondent i am not; am sure not obsolete.
am a little wasted, today am farther away from the complete.

i make these words rhyme,
i make it to places on time.
i make myself a little bouquet of plastic flowers;
i tell myself they smell just fine.

Who's gonna drive you home tonight?

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Who do you call when you have no one else to go to?

When you are looking, feeling like shit and need to cry your lungs out?

Who do you call when you want to get real?

You just know don’t you?

And yes he is there. Right there standing to hold you tight, so tight that it hurts when he holds, so that the hurt goes away.

 He is not someone you love; he is the person who is the witness.

The witness to your pitfalls, the witness to how you threw up when you got drunk, and the person who knows just how your nose gets all choked when you cry and who just knows how easy it is to make you smile when you your eyes burn with all the crying.

He is not someone you love.

He is someone who has been there always. Someone who has known you for real He is with someone else. He is happy with her. You are not jealous.  You tell him about all other men, he does not get jealous.

You don’t love him. But, he is the only place you go to when you have nowhere else to go to. You don’t love him, but he is the only plac…

tiny little things

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Tiny little candles on that tiny little cake; A Tiny little boat on that tiny lake.. Tiny little lips kiss as promises they make, But these tiny brown eyes refuse to fake.
Tiny little fingers trace names on the sands of time; Tiny –tiny names one yours one mine. Tiny little feet measure the distance to the shrine, A tiny little world I know, and a tiny little moon with tiny stars that shine.
Tiny little memories unfurl their tiny wings; “Fly out of that tiny cage” , that tiny violin sings. Over the hedge in that tiny little house a death knell rings. Now stands there a tiny barren tree with two lonely swings.

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Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah