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18 Oct


She wouldn’t sleep tonight
Too loud it rained outside.
She sighed and no one heard
She cried and no one stirred
She leapt and touched the sky
She had now learnt to fly
She landed by a stream
And woke up from her dream.
Yet, she couldn’t sleep tonight
For too loud it rained outside.
Reality bites, they said.
She gnawed the words instead.
Her fumes of glory rose
While by her tomb, she stood close.
Leaving the sobs behind,
Of every sorts and kind.
And she would sleep tonight
Even if too loud, it may rain outside.
Sorry, the title has NOTHING to do with the movie/ book of the same title. Apologies…

betrayed by memory

13 Oct


Betrayed by memory

Cheated by pride

Saved by spite, hatred harboured.

save your soul

Love – Then and Now

10 Oct

Then and Now 

Remember that stormy night
the lightning and thunder then?
How the rain patted on your windows
And he wrote you a poem
Was he your soul-mate then?
Is he not now?

Remember his insecurity
the worrying and the fretting
How he wanted u to be only his
And you gave into him
Did u not see it then?
Do u now?

Remember the war you started
At his side and against the world
How you vowed to be together forever
And he stood alongside you
Was it love then?
Is it not now?

a Century Later

27 Sep

100 *published* posts later, I can say it wasn’t easy getting here. Few times I re-blogged just to keep the *posts* count going on some posts wishing I was the one who’d written them. Many, way too many times I have posted pictures ~ in the name of some challenge or the other [not to mention how thoroughly I’ve enjoyed doing this :)].

To get the post out everyday was a challenge and some days I just had to let go the *post a day* pressure. Those were the days when I wrote, wrote stuff that got saved in the *Drafts* but never got to see the light of the blogging day.

As I was going through what-do-I-write-about-today phase, I just happened to check my *Drafts* page and found something amusing. A little later I was asking myself… What was I thinking here? What was I trying to write then? Why did I stop *there*? Where was this headed?

With each draft, I’ll leave a comment just to let you [myself included] know what exactly I AM THINKING NOW.

Draft 1 [September 13, 2012]

Yes, I smoked yesterday and despite trying not to light the next cigarette, I’ve smoked around 7 cigarettes in 24 hours. Yesterday, I had all the excuses to smoke. I mean I was stressed/ frustrated/ exasperated/ lost/ confused/ cornered…. and so on and so forth.

  • Comment: I’m pretty sure there’s a post related to this OR Maybe this post actually saw the light of the *blogging* day.

Draft 2 [September 4, 2012]

TITLE: if you have a writer’s block

  • Comment: This post was blank beyond the title, no wonder 😉

Draft 3 [August 29, 2012]

Banging my head on the wall

Wishing and hoping for the bricks to fall

I am hurt as blood gushes out

I hold it back and cry out loud.

A knock on my bedroom door

Pandemonium on the second floor

I keep mum, hold my breath

  • Comment: I love this and I wish I could go back in time to finish/ publish this. I love the sound of this poem, it’s even rhyming. However, if this has been copied from somewhere else, apologies for I must’ve been totally stoned then :$

Draft 4 [August 27, 2012]

TITLE:to The Missus

I tell tales of anecdotes,

of the doting cats, lores of the yore.

They got me, too, but you got me first.

You had my back when I keeled,

just for you and head over heels.

And I had yours

Just as I swept you off your feet.

We’ve got the history then.

And now, you’re too big of a reason

for how I turned out the way I did

to ever stop loving you.

  • Comment: I remember this one VERY clearly. Anecdotal Tales at had commented on my post and I was so touched, I wanted to pen a poem dedicating it to them ~ it was a disaster. Anecdotal Tales, if you are reading this, please remember it’s the thought that counts :prays for a forgiveness miracle:

Draft 5 [August 25, 2012]

TITLE: Single at Heart, Double Elsewhere

Misfortune never comes alone, it comes in doubles I guess. Except for my single-hood, there’s nothing “single” [to be read as one] about me. I have two parents to begin with, I mean my mom and dad. My parents have two children, my brother and I.

Today, while I was listening to a romantic song, I realised how “single-at-heart” I am.

  • Comment: One day, I’ll finish this one. I can still feel this. I remember exactly how I had felt then, so this post WILL be published ~ sooner or later.

Draft 6 [August 24, 2012]

TITLE: a technically-challenged SPEAKS

  • Comment: Blank! Maybe I might have started “speaking” just then and so it never got written. Can’t remember the genesis, nemesis or the finishes.

Draft 7 [August 21, 2012]

TITLE: Single’s Guide to Staying Single

  • If you want to stay single by choice, you must be absolutely as insane as me.
  • If you want to stay single because someone’s ditched/ dumped/ cheated on/ betrayed you, then I’m sorry for you but being single may not suit you.
  • If you want to stay single thinking it’s cool, then hell you’re right… and I’ll show you how.

First and foremost, you must think it’s cool to stay single. It is cool and cold. You become the “cold one”, not as cold as the Cullen Family I guess. I mean people will consider you cold and you must convince yourself that cold means cool. By now if you’re not convinced about the cool, skip it all

  • Comment: Will finish this someday [at least for the sake of all the wannabe singles out there :D]

And many more. Just got tired of *copy* and *paste* routine. Oh, if you didn’t know already I am sooooooooooooo darn good until I switch to lazy mode.

  • Do you have drafts saved?
  • OR Could I be the only one?
  • In which case, have I suddenly alienated myself by bringing out my skeletons?

NB. Do not judge me because errr well in another case, I may be saving *drafts* for a rainy day.

Alas! Atlas

26 Sep

Someone once told me NEVER TO ASSUME, because when we do… we make ass of ourselves. This is how.. Assume = ASS U ME.

Alas! Atlas

She is strong, thought I

She is strong, thought she

Two strong, too strong

Thought we.

I am weak, thought I

I am weak, thought she

The earth she was carrying

She lent it to me.

They are strong, thought they

One gave the earth

Other took the earth

Look how they share, said they.

She is strong, thought she

I am weak, thought I

I am weak, said she

Shocked. Stoked. Don’t lie, said I.

A Friend

19 Sep


You are –
Sugar in one hand
Lime in the other
Sweet/ sour
You are the lemonade.
You are –
Blister in one hand
Cure in the other
Pleasure/ pain
You are the band-aid.
You are –
Metal in one hand
Reggae in the other
Thrash/ trash
You are the ensemble.
You are –
Rolling stone in one hand
Mountain in the other
Moss/ mess
You are the rubble.
You are –
Uncertain in one hand
Sure like hell in the other
One way/ U-turn
You are the dead-end.
You are –
Devil in one hand
Divine in the other
Good/ evil
You are the friend.

Weekly Writing Challenge : Emily Dickinson Imitation

11 Sep

Never — Forget —

— I flew — High —

Soared above the Sky

Panic — detour — Terror

Where are — We landing —

— Or Are we Even landing — at All —

Love – I won’t be home —

I was – on my way – Although

A forced — Detour

I am Meeting — Eternity —

— Instead

  • With due respect to Ms. Emily Dickinson, I submit my lame attempt at imitating her. I’d have never dared to do this, had it not been for the Weekly Writing Challenge.

… Highlight a particular element of your favorite writer’s style, and incorporate it into a post of your own. Whether it’s their delightfully wry wit, the rhythmic insertion of repeated phrases, or lackadaisical sentence structure, become your favorite writer for a day (or an hour). If you go this route, try writing about what you’d normally discuss on in your blog: personal musings, your favorite artist, your sports team’s wondrous victory. The only catch is that you’ll need to discard your own style temporarily in honor of the wordsmiths who’ve inspired you…

  • To all Ms. Dickinson’s admirers ~ apologies.
  • To everyone else ~ NEVER FORGET 9/11.

What It Means

4 Sep

smiling ~ made easy!!!

My Pretzel Logic

Since we’re into videos as of late, I’m posting this slightly-tweaked, short video, which disappeared when i deleted my old Google account recently.

Those expecting the “inevitable” appearance of Zooey Deschanel will be sorely disappointed. I wrote this short poem (?) some time back as a tribute to old Johnny, habitue of this cafe I won’t name, who seems to have a perpetual smile pasted on his time-worn, yet charming face. The piece later became part of The Caffeine Chronicles.

Very special thanks to my friend, Annie, who graciously agreed to appear herein with Joseph Gordon-Levitt (acceptance pending).

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the Longing

29 Aug

“…listen to me”

I can’t speak

“…but you promised”

I swallow the words.

I wish I had spoken then

Reminded you of the vow taken


I held my breath

choked back my words,

strangled and suffocated.

I suffered,

the hurt and the pain.

I wanted out

But I stayed in,

Longing for the exit

I fizzled out, I perished.

[I actually wrote this for Rant Poetry Competition but……]

By the Sea, I see

21 Aug

By the Sea, I see

blue then.
the azure.
pink now.
the violet.
a shimmering ring,
bright, burning.
fades ever so lightly,

the gloom.


a spot emerges,
lambent lights,
a hope.
of the ship,
that sails
into aeon,

the silver
the day.

then blue,
then pink again.


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