* The Shining *

She is black, and curvy. The rebel in me was adrift with powerful emotions towards her. She would comfort me with the warmth that i always felt, when she is in my arms. She would stare back at me whenever i felt alone and restless, and i would vehemently keep staring at her, aimlessly. She would guide me to my room, amidst the darkness of the gloomy, timid nights, and the reflections of the streetlights fading away from her perfect body would remind me of her presence, everyday. She would stay with me when noone will, and point me to the right direction, whenever i needed her to.

She would be with me, when noone will. she would not gloat, just rumble away to make me aware of her presence. She would not hold me back, when i had to go, nor would she glorify the need for me to be around her all the time. She is the perfect companion. And i affectionately, yet unwillingly log off from my shiny laptop and walk away, to meet my friends. I can still hear the rumbling though, from quite afar.

Stay away from me.....

Separate yourself from what compels you to relinquish us
Push your way on to me, entirely
Stay away from me, stay away from me now
Less you gonna see, less you gonna see me out

No, I can't dance less it's slow or sad
To a song that's far less obvious
You using me, do it slowly
Make it last until I have to go






- honorary Title.. The lyrics are just so melodramatic.. love it...

^- Big Boss -^

A posh office cabin, with the orderly(well almost an orderly) serving Masala tea by the table, a neatly varnished table to throw my junk at! A perfectly charming secretary to jot down my Todo list, and a silver tipped fountain pen, signifying my status at the company. A vertical, crystal clear sliding window, preferably, with an inviting view of the next skyscraper in the nearing vicinity, mirroring another workaholic wannabe.














I long to use the fountain pen someday, and throw something non-junk-like at the table for once. I long to sip the tea while its still leaking vapour, and to cover the sun, through the glass window, before it sets without me knowing about it. I long to overhear the whispers about my ability to mix with the commoners. I long to understand the woes of the commoner, without being one. I long to belong, for once.

*- Shriek -*

"Stop, Make it Stop!" Have you thought aloud lately? I find it hard to resist!

I was thinking aloud yet again! And the commute by the Company cab, yuck, makes me scream!!

 



The regional radio, that wouldn't stop! The creaky cab windows, shrieking for a tune-up, the honky honks of the harky horns, keeps the eyebrows twitched for the entirety of my journey!

"Shut up", and pardoning myself from every irritated shadow that moved with a twitched eyebrow, mostly from my frowny shrieks, in front of me, i couldn't resist, yet again. Not thinking aloud is just .. plain hard!

To Resolute, Or...

Another year fades away, leaving me angry @ those offensive moments of anguish and pain. At the same time, the moments of serenity, the replenishing morning strolls, try hard at overcoming the anguish. Failing sometimes, succeeding at others, the copious assembly of feelings make my mood swings a tad more uncontrollable.

A new year, as they say, is a time for resolutions, and like the geeky little kid on the first bench of the class, i start counting the ones that had been wasted in the last years, and the ones left to be chosen from! And i mumble .. This year, i will... , nah, not that one, neither that, too optimistic, lame, boring,.. gosh whats left? back to square one. and like the geeky kid, i stare.

Let me just say, Resolutions are for dummies. Ill quit what i like, and take up what i dont! Or something like that. Happy New Year, Mates!

--- Sounds inside my head ---

Advice, as if adding vices to my already tarnished and egoistic soul, my old colleague stood besides me, showering petals of blissful and satirical comments on how to solve my problems.

I was so not ready to take advice, not yet.

As if the sound of my conscience tapping away at my head at will, resembling the woodpeckers hammering through the rosewoods, wasnt enough. It wasnt the first time. Just like the innumerable times, i had rather unknowingly sped past the signal, today too, my conscience was grudging over my incapability to let go of the thoughts of the future.

The reminiscent shadows of the past, were casting incorrigible stains of darkness over my perception of the near future. The many bad things that had happened, have blinded my faith in the good. The bad and the ugly were prominent enough to make me curse many a imaginary "Blame idols", that the human race has grown so fond of, God, Luck and planetary motions included.

But somehow, being the hopeless optimist that i am, i jump to the slightest chance of a comeback for me. That single strike of chance, that make me switch on the Television exactly at that precise moment when my favourite program starts, makes me believe again. "Stupid", i retaliate. Yet, the next homegrown miracle in the form of a perfect cup of coffee, from my rather incapable hands, make me the hopeless optimist again. And that blunt little grinny smile slips right through.

Angsttttttt...........

Why is it that when you least expect it, things go haywire? The simplest of things that work out effortlessly for the next person standing in line, or the one next to him even, won't work out for me? !@#$%% Lame. A frivolous act of enjoyment, gets noticed and judged upon, while that selfless display of bravery, goes unnoticed on more than one occasions.

!@#$%%^ Lame.

Desperately Seeking ...a prepaid punching bag, Any takers???