Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Merge with me like those notes that seemingly fit.

Fear of a drastic fall.
Intangible feelers over misty cups of coffee on misty nights, and shampoo-smelling undertones.
And that is Yesterday.

Wavelengths and Idioms for anything dual, please?
I think I have it all figured out until it starts to rain.

When did the rain start to wash away my cement?
When did the rainbow cease to be a conclusion?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Walk from your right, and reach the middle.

You'll see that I'm standing there, having already arrived from the left, with a blueprint of a wall.
Let's build a ghost wall around us, with bricks, cements and no questions.

Let's stay for a while, and enjoy the warmth.
Remember, the wall can be broken anytime?

Because when we leave the round circle of middleness, suddenly the left and rights will seem much closer.

Friday, September 17, 2010

You tell me.

One of those day when you've promised yourself you're going to stay away from fattening desserts, you're asked to choose between Dark Chocolate Fudge Cake and Creamy Raspberry Cheesecake.

What do you do?


* Dark Chocolate Fudge Cake : Your favorite acquired taste, something you know makes your drool at the thought of. Your signature stress buster and a sure shot mood elevator.

*Creamy Raspberry Cheesecake : Secretly, you've always known you'd like something like this. Not many people would expect you to pick Creamy Raspberry Cheesecake, but it your eyes widen in delight at the thought of it. You picked it a while back and you felt guilty for not going with Dark Chocolate Fudge Cake, but every bite of the cheesecake made you feel like you were always meant to savour it.

Please to remember Self-Inflicted no-dessert Diet.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

The smooth blues are playing in the background.
It's a familiar smell, although that is my only tryst with familiarity. It's a new path, and maybe you can wait till I find a suitable adjective to describe it?

How many times can you repeat something in your head before it runs down your face and washes away? I try to pass it off as sweat, sometimes. But only sometimes, lest they call me a bunch of nerves.

I put blinders near my eyes - although it's actual purpose is to block out that dreaded neurotics, and pep up the observations.

Tomorrow over coffee and conversations, I could be just the other girl in the coffee shop.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I doodle.

So yesterday, I decided to scrub off the red splotches of ink on my doodles.
They were colourful, but schematically distracting.

I tried to look around for a magical eraser, that retains the doodle but erases the red. Well, I couldn't find one and using a normal eraser only tears the page.

Then I picked up the pen and started doodling in red again.
And the colour became darker.

So now I've just shut the book, kept it in a locked cupboard.
I bought a new book and a black pen. It looks white and smells fresh, and it makes me happy.