disharmony.

sometimes, i lose consciousness...

and i see you slipping away
as i fall into the pool of colour drenching me
and snuffing life into me,
a charcoal sketch on a white canvas.

and i look around
and i notice that i have limbs
and a head
and eyes
and a gut.
i am human, perhaps,
but far from it.

i am singing
a song without words
or a tune.
you hear me.
you,
sitting a few light years away,
at the edge of reason
ready to take the plunge
to give me company,
smell the selfsame air of sweet nothingness
that makes its way
through my nostrils.

they seem so far away
spiralling out of reach...

shipwreck

our rockstars have died,
and the mousse is gone.
i shall wait for you right here
while you decide to move on.

the last song still echoes in my head
but it keeps getting fainter, still,
with no MotherFucking kids in uniform
making a riot with broken strings.


this might very well be the worst thing that i have ever written.
but i still had to do this.
this is to one of my bestestest friends.
you know who you are.

i can't hear you.
listen to me.

let me touch you.
hold you.
feel you.

you are real.

I are hot.

radio mirchi says, "angule dot maane apni hot".

my forefinger is purple.

woah baby!
this feels good!

the whole experience was extremely hilarious.
and yes, i was laughing.

last night, my dad and his buddies were having their usual no-reason party.
these parties usually include the other family members too.
and basically, they do not make sense.
(now you know the secret behind my *ahem* well being)
anyway, basically, by 1 a.m., they had decided that we would all go to vote together.
the plan was to wake up at 7 and vote and go for breakfast.

we left at 10.30.

there were three first-time voters in the group.
this guy called tuhin, my sister and me.
and i shall not start talking about the hype.

and yes, i was the youngest in the group.
and yes, there were a few shocks.
hmphf.


we were standing in the line (which wasn't very long) and i had this weird feeling inside(like always).
di was standing before me.
and before i could even understand the byapar, the man was asking me my serial number.
after that, there came this man who thrust me this funny yellow slip which i took to the inking man.
and then, MY FINGER BECAME PURPLE!
*does the jiggy*

i half ran to the EVM and didn't see a thing.
i knew who i was voting for.
searched for the name.
pressed that button thing.

i came out.
ma looked at me, grinning.
i grinned back and showed her the finger.

i'll show it to you too.

it felt funny.
i felt proud.
like i did something substantial.
like i am finally an adult.



apparently, the rest of the group got shouted at inside for being too loud.
i told you.


i wasn't sleeping.
:)
were you?

spring.

i wish i could paint a rainbow across your face,
and colour you with laughter that would never die
and show you the dreams that would keep you awake
and bring to you joys that would make you cry.

this was in my drafts thing for a really long time.
and i felt like posting something.
so this happened.
so, bleh.
laugh.
i know you did.
you always do.

This, I say.

I’ll be there for you.
I will hold your hand
And build castles of sand
With you.
I will whisper in your ears
And scare away your fears
and wipe those tears
you cried.
I tried.
I tried to keep you here.

I promise you.
I promise you 365 roses,
Thornless.
I promise that I won’t make you bleed.
I promise to be there by your side
And count stars with you at night
Even if you don’t succeed.

I will remember you.
You with that apple I want to eat,
Grinning at me.
And me,
Staring at your beautifully crafted face,
Wanting to wipe off that half smirk
Which heightens your beauty.
You with those invisible wings,
Flying into forbidden territory,
Trespassing.
And me,
Giving in.

I will erase you.
Someday.
Not today.
Today,
you can stay
My lone bright star.