May 23, 2013 Leave a comment
‘Sometimes she is
very rude and abrupt
so don’t mind
if she says
’cause she has some
was the letter
a friend wrote
See behind a smile Read betweens the lines
May 22, 2013 1 Comment
The ache in my heart will end
if my longing for you is fulfilled.
Till then I’ll be lovelorn.
To be able to love someone
the right amount must be bliss.
I hang between sanity
and insanity. I’m cursed.
‘Striking that balance is a struggle.’
Again not eveyone is fortunate
to know the kind of heart found only
in the lines of a poet
or in the music of a maestro
or in the colours of an artist.
Maybe between is the balance:
sane is too less and
insane is a mad obsession.
The moment when you smell
the perfect fragrance in a crowd
(the one you wanted to wear for years).
Such was the moment I met you.
‘Am I nothing but an odour to you?’
What’s left of us but odour?
That lasts as long as the memory of it.
What was left of me for you
when I left was odour on clothes.
And what was left of you for me
when you left was your odour on the pillow
January 1, 2013 Leave a comment
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 12,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 20 years to get that many views.