Sabra...

Her feet refused to disconnect from the ground beneath them.
Her breath refused to release her rebelling lungs.
Her eyes held her shackled to the spot.
Her thoughts screamed at her to close her eyes, to shutdown her senses.

Who was she,
She looked so fragile
her lips looked
like they could
hold a broken smile
who was she
Looking through me
glassy eyed and
twisted limbed
Who was she
that one armed mockery
Of a girl we used to know...

The Firefly by Ogden Nash
The firefly's flame Is something for which science has no name I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a person's posterior.

Who Cares...by Gnarls Barkley

Basically I'm complicated
I have a hard time taking the easy way
I wouldn't call it schizophrenia
But I'll be at least 2 people today

If that's okay

And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?

It's deep how you can be so shallow
And I'm afraid cause I have no fear
And I didn't believe in magic
Until I watched you disappear

I wish you where here

And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?

You see, everybody is somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
and If I ever wanted to understand me
I'll have to talk to someone else

Cause every little bit helps

And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?

Feels like... the surreal life
But it's still nice
Wish I could live twice
but I still might
if these bones heal right
I see a little light
though it's still night

Feels like... surreal like
But its still nice
Wish I could live twice
but I still might
if these bones heal right
I see a little light
though it's still night

And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?

And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?

Love Mongrel

first of all thanks to kunal for the title...


ch:
go on and mesmerize him
go on and hypnotize him
he'll probably come following you
coz he's a love mongrel
love mongrel
love mongrel waiting by your door
love mongrel not so faithful anymore
love mongrel he


he wandered into your street
wide eyed and wonderstruck
made you wonder
how long it had been
since he'd been so far out of luck
and that crooked smile
it got you a thinkin
how many nights he'd stayed awake
hoping the coming day would bring him
a couple more promises to make.


he stood there waiting at the corner
hesistating to leave you behind
you turned away and he
headed down the blind alley
singin 'georgia on my mind'
he didn't miss a beat or go off key
got the music down to the note
but through it all it was only
the lyrics that he wished to quote

cheating (on) me?

Promiscuity...what does it mean really. Aren't we all promiscuous at some level. No...I'm not suggesting everybody sleeps around. But at the intellectual level, most of us are attracted to more than one person at a time. You could be committed to someone, but that doesn't really stop you from looking at the stranger at the bus-stop or bookstore or local train and actually feeling disappointed when you don't see them around. The feeling reserved for that one significant other, sometimes creeps in when you're looking at your best friend...albeit of a much lower intensity and degree...does that make you promiscuous?...
And everyone you like, you like for a reason. And everyone you like gives you something else, each person you like is needed by a different aspect of your personality.
Intellectually, you could be giving a lot more to someone whom you're not necessarily seeing. Even emotionally. Not 'love' exactly, just more of 'you'...does that make you promiscuous.

Can someone be cheated on only physically? What if I felt attracted to someone I wasn't seeing at that point of time? Even if I managed to shake the feeling off...wouldn't I have been promiscuous for that moment in time?

watch me...

Watch me...fly away...watch me plummet off the edge like a weight lifted off your shoulders....free falling...loss of faith.
Watch me transform before you eyes into someone...you wished you didn't know...watch me...disappear...little by little...
Watch me...throw away...the possibility...of promises being kept...
Watch me...

...

Some things...
last forever...somethings
...don't...

jus plain random...

I am prone to magnificent obsessions. I am practically professional at setting myself up as...sitting duck. I suck. I am pathetically transparent. But even I don't know what I am thinking. I fall for all the wrong people. I trust all the wrong folks. I am an ass. I am talented. Walking smack into the middle of a trap you know the nature and existence of...takes bloody talent. I can fly. No..maybe I am just high. No I am not on drugs. I don't like weed. I like alcohol. But then not had that for ages. So no...I am not high. Maybe I am naturally deranged...or is that just mildly inebriated. Maybe I am stupid...no no no can't be it...that would be much easier to accept.Maybe I am a masochist. Or am I now...I am not making sense am I...well...I told you this was random. I didn't ask you read it...is this all you have left to do...reading the disjointed sentences...disconnected thoughts...of a mind steeped in lunacy. The lunatic is in my head...no I didn't say that...someone else did...and set it to a pretty tune. I understand what he meant.