Thursday, August 23, 2012

The arcane chagrin in the head...

Ever have you felt that sudden chagrin in your head when someone around you starts talking about something you never want to discuss. Social milieu have these special characterstics that make them what they are. You have to just stand there and listen, try and curb your thoughts, maybe try and answer back if you have the audacity to do so.
Social networking on the other hand has created a far more appropriate platform for such situations. You can actually think about it, frame a suitable answer, and then reply back with the best words in your dictionary. Some even manage to aggrandize their reply with proofs from other websites. You will come across many such acrimonious debates on these websites, going on for eternity and aimed at nothing...
 

Sunday, August 19, 2012

On days like this I really miss talking to you...
We never talked really.. we just texted
but why do I feel like talking to you every time i feel low!!

I want to talk to you.
But I can't
because I don't have the courage to go through it all again
I know the consequence.
Its just a cycle which would repeat itself again...

Friday, August 17, 2012

The song on the road...

There are days when you want to just walk away from the world, on a long lonely road, listening to the most soothing songs on your player, thinking about or rather imagining all the good things, that might happen to you. You just want to keep on walking just to see where the road leads to, where it ends, where all the miseries, all the anxiety, all the frustration ends, the end of the road, the end.
You think about the good things, you smile at the song playing in the background, you decide not to look back, you just do whats palatable. You remember a few people, who told you it was all a lie, who said that you are just so dead, you think about them, and you just smile, you smile coz you know the lie, the truth, and whatever the lie. You just don't bother to explain, because it was a long road you had in mind, the first thing in your mind.
There is a fear somewhere, what if there is no end here. The road might just be circular, to get you back just right here. Maybe its just the playlist, adjusted to repeat mode..