love song.

last monsoon, you told me that mangoes are not always sweet.
you were grumpy and you walked away.
"choose the sweet ones, then", i said as an afterthought.
but you were gone.
and you did not listen.

it is winter now.
i wish it snowed here.
then i could watch you rant and rage about how you are stuck inside and can not possibly leave.
yes, you would not be able to walk away anymore.
and then you could listen to what i have to say.
about sunshine and woolens and cantaloupes.
yes, you would know that i wanted to be with you under a cantaloupe someday.
maybe today.
but it does not matter.
you left.
and you left the door ajar.
and now, the cold december wind gushes in as an afterthought.
yes, afterthoughts.
that is what this is all about.

no, i don't like the beaches.
i'll go, still.
i wish you'd go to all those concerts we missed because you did not want to go.
i am going because you told me that you'll pick me up in an hour.
it is going to be 178 minutes in 24 seconds.

you dream of owning a 2008 Ferrari Scuderia.
i still depend on dad for my pocket money and part-time writing does not pay me as much.
please don't be mad at me for buying you the Hot Wheels version instead.

i still have the wilted red rose you gave me on my birthday.

i hope you know that i love you.
and i hope you hope that i hope the same.
hope.

it has been 194 minutes and 47 seconds.

christmastide.

you are too full of love.
share it.
spread the love this christmas.
and spread your hands and receive the love.


i love christmas.
every bit of it.
it makes me feel brilliant about myself.
most importantly, it makes me feel happy.

it is not about buying and receiving presents.
it is about realising the love that exists in one's love.
it is about showing the people you love that you care.
and you love them too.

merry christmas.

read this
http://estallidos.deviantart.com/art/things-i-do-for-you-99286680

and then this
http://moobsftw.deviantart.com/art/things-i-do-for-you-103610073

the first one is the original.


this is the original
http://estallidos.deviantart.com/art/letters-to-my-baby-brother-100655195

and this is what follows
http://moobsftw.deviantart.com/art/dear-matthew-103697440


and if you have time,
go to the plagiariser's blog.
http://ravenjazz.blogspot.com/
and compare it to the other posts made by the original writer which are on her dA gallery.


i feel sick.

full stop.

i wish i could take a rainbow and slide into anew dimension with orange and red butterflies sprinkling golden faery dust on my head as my feet touch the satin blue ground and my little gnomes scurry around me and i jump back startled but then i smile and i know that this is the world where i belong for this is the world which exists in my head where life is not black and white or shades of gray but is full of all the colours that human imagination can come up with and thus help make a world which is more real to me than the reality that encompasses me where people are too busy drowning themselves in their flood of tears without bothering to mop it up and make way for the niceties that would fill them up with the happiness they would otherwise never know and would thus forget the very essence of living and the root cause of existence which is not to die but to live so big that one could never die as one would then be able to transcend mortality and fill the air around them with a warmth that would be as comforting as a sunny winter morning full of smiles and those little butterflies and five feet wide water lilies and the sound of the labourous water axing at the rock giants at the bottom of the cliff and purifying everything that comes in its way and washing away all the negativity that is without you.


you smiled right now, didn't you?