tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15261283530778611792024-02-07T10:07:32.718+05:30A Dented MindWhat goes on inside a clustered, chaotic, confused human brain.Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-81611491926344860812014-12-15T18:08:00.000+05:302014-12-15T18:14:59.172+05:30On spirituality and overcoming fears <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Off late, spirituality has found a way in my life. And for
me, it’s an inward journey more than anything else. It started with asking
myself questions and digging deep within to find the answers. </div>
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Though this journey is not as difficult as it sounds, it
does take time and energy to accept your flaws in the first place, and then
begin the digging. But yes, first step is always the most difficult. </div>
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Thanks to this journey and all this self digging, I’ve been
actively trying to find answers to my biggest fears. I am insanely scared of
height. And water. </div>
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I have no idea where these fears come from. And I don’t know
how to let them go. The only thing I know is that I won’t simply accept and
‘live’ with these fears. I want to overcome them. Primarily, because they don’t
make any sense, and also because they are an unnecessary hurdle to a world of
adventures waiting for me.</div>
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And just as sneakily I inched my way towards the world of
spiritually, I sneakily inched towards overcoming these fears. But not without
the help of some beautiful individuals. </div>
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A couple of days ago, I chanced upon <a href="https://www.facebook.com/breakfreejourneys" target="_blank">Breakfree Journey</a>’s weekend plans of
watching the Germinid Meteor Shower at a tucked away village called Jawhar. An
exciting itinerary – including exploring lakes, a fort, a secret waterfall and
interacting with the locals, made things even more interesting. So my bestie and
I were all up and ready. The meteor shower experience deserves a whole post to
itself but what was really unexpected was the adventure at the waterfall. </div>
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We were told beforehand that it will not be an easy ride.
And had I known how bumpy it would be, I would have thought not twice but 200
times before going ahead. Steep descent, loose pebbles and this overpowering
phobia, made things so bad for me that I was shivering with fear all throughout. I really
was shitting bricks, and to be honest, I almost gave up. Almost. </div>
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But I didn’t. And yes, I did have help. Thank you,
Rushikesh. You have no idea how much you’ve helped me. Really, thanks a bunch.<br />
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~s </div>
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Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-91476439524864492692013-06-22T02:33:00.001+05:302013-06-22T02:33:39.368+05:30The unsettling feeling <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There is so much bubbling inside me that it gets hard to put it down in a proper coherent manner.</div>
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Most of the times I think my troubles come from the fact
that my head is constantly whirling. Thoughts never leave me and now they have crept
in to my sleep as well. I cannot remember the last time I slept at a decent hour
and did not wake up thinking. </div>
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This mediocrity of life is driving me crazy. It’s better to
lose oneself in oblivion of all that life has to offer. Live life in a routine,
do nothing out of the ordinary. Earn money. Spend money. Sleep, repeat.</div>
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Thanks to all this free time that I have had and some peculiar
people that I happened to cross paths with, my bubble has been broken. My silly
expectations from life have resurrected.</div>
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This is not who I want to be. This is not what I want to do.
This banal existence and dumbness of senses is eroding me from inside. </div>
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I have been conditioned so perfectly that I know this is
what I ought to do. The brain once again takes over the mind. And the questions
have left unanswered, shoved under the carpet. </div>
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~S</div>
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Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-22829583858719749452013-03-20T14:16:00.002+05:302013-03-20T14:19:10.152+05:30Pensive thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"The world is full of chaos and the only mistake we make is get too attached to it."<br />
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~Yours truly.</div>
Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-2737028685698271912013-02-11T18:50:00.001+05:302013-02-11T19:00:33.837+05:30The 90's kid<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today has been one of those random days which started with me tripping on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtILxBszyf8" target="_blank">this</a>. <br />
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And what followed was complete mayhem. I indulged into a full-on trashy 90s music spree until I was showered with swear words and cold stares. Well, that really didn't stop me considering I played <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRMVL_kji40" target="_blank">this</a> song on loop and my boss called the IT department so that they can take away my speakers. </div>
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Anyways, what I realized today is that no matter how much we call the 90's music trashy, IT WAS RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME!<br />
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I mean, come on, imagine not giggle-grooving to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=897zysJHE74" target="_blank">Baby got back</a> ! or <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rog8ou-ZepE" target="_blank">Ice Ice Baby.</a><br />
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Lets not get into this cuz I can tell you a billion 90's songs that I absolutely adore.<br />
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Till then, I'm <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JcmQONgXJM" target="_blank">Gettin' Jiggy Wit It!</a> <br />
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Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-10260600819937000832013-01-17T21:07:00.001+05:302013-01-17T21:27:49.094+05:30Untitled<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A fine summer day,<br />
to hold your hand and walk the beach.<br />
To lose ourself<br />
in easy conversions and comfortable silences.<br />
<br />
<br />
A fine summer day,<br />
to be by myself.<br />
And<br />
remember you.</div>
Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-10063812647942243142012-12-19T17:42:00.000+05:302012-12-19T17:43:56.440+05:30...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"No, there is no such thing as love. Just attachment. And sometimes lust"</div>
Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-52144124110993875822012-05-03T14:46:00.001+05:302012-05-03T14:47:03.076+05:30Embrace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Let's rediscover the world we lost,<br />
of fairies, magic portions and sparkling lights,<br />
where you were by my side<br />
with a bottle of wine and a blanket of sweet oblivion.<br />
<br />
The times of hopeless reveries<br />
of stars gracing the days<br />
and sunshine lighting up the night sky.<br />
<br />
Where you slay the demons,<br />
the ones hiding beneath my bed<br />
and the ones troubling my thoughts.<br />
<br />
Just for a fraction,<br />
let's rediscover the world we lost,<br />
of fairies, magic portions and sparkling lights,<br />
As you and I let loose in an embrace<br />
of the final goodbye.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-42334984675977953742012-04-17T11:50:00.001+05:302012-06-01T19:05:36.027+05:30Excerpt from my diary.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...the time of obvious understanding that your people were still your world.<br />
<br />
It sucks to be stuck in the vicious cycle of nothing and everything. Where the fine line between the right and the wrong gets stepped upon so much, that one fine day, it conveniently disappears. And you don't even notice. Days filled with a constant chase to meet the ends meet. All in vain, of course. Nights of dreamless sleep and dreams on sleepless nights.<br />
<br />
No, it's not as bad as I make it sound. It sure can be better. But isn't that the story of our lives?<br />
<br />
_</div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-28925881058096396372012-03-17T19:05:00.003+05:302012-03-17T19:06:28.269+05:30#55wordstoryIf you are on twitter and you don't know what <a href="http://55words.blogspot.in/">#55wordstoy</a> is, you sir are a waste! =P Heh. But seriously, I love this project.<br />
Here are the two stories I have contributed so far. <br />
<br />
Theme 4 - Glass<br />
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Funny, how the oblivion leads you to believe in the illusion of perfection. One moment you are in the ecstasy of surreal love and then, life happens. One cut is all it takes. To forget. To hurt. To let loose. Pain induces pleasure. It’s time to let the second wine glass shatter on the floor.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Theme 20 - Bottle<br />
<br />
There it was, right in front of her very eyes. She stared. A lone tear glided over her flushed cheek. “Danger” it read on the label. As if she hadn’t played with some before. But this time, she really had had enough. Yes, for that moment, her life was miniscule compared to that tiny bottle.<br />
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_____________<br />
<br />
Yes, I know. I will try and write more. <br />
<br />
Also, little miss emo?<br />
<br />
_Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-75782158567071582992012-03-13T18:40:00.001+05:302012-03-26T19:49:22.174+05:30All in a day's workThe usual hustle-bustle consumes the office while I dedicatedly stare at the screen. The words will come. Only it seems a tad harder today. (And I claim to be a writer) <br />
<br />
Blossoming laughter hits my face, urging me to pluck my eyes off the screen. Must. Not. Get. Distracted. <br />
<br />
Someone is trying to strum a tune. No, don't rape it please. It is one of my favorites, y'know. <br />
<br />
The chatter reaches a crescendo. And then the girl dressed in formals barks a loud Shuush. What follows is a lull. And then a flood of hysterical laughter.<br />
<br />
Yes. Advertising agencies are no less than mental asylums.Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-73278377379490320502012-02-13T21:53:00.000+05:302013-01-17T21:16:38.075+05:30Your deranged Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tonight,<br />
Let your eyes bleed for me<br />
Let the memories feed on your insides<br />
One stab at a time<br />
<br />
Tonight,<br />
Count your labored breaths,<br />
slathered with the stains of reality<br />
as the claws of solitude<br />
snatch away the comforting disguise<br />
of your blatant oblivion<br />
<br />
Tonight,<br />
My relentless love,<br />
Let out your soul <br />
Crave me, hate me,<br />
and ever so slowly - kill me.</div>
Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-6853694533219915282012-01-31T18:46:00.002+05:302012-02-05T19:21:11.299+05:30AftermathShe blinked open her eyes. The brilliant wash of sunlight hit her face. Only this time around, it mocked the darkness that was booming inside her. <br />
<br />
She shut her eyes again and let out a deep sigh. Was that the piercing sound of uncertainty that enveloped her? Or the blatant silence of those false words that now made her bleed from the inside?<br />
<br />
She bit her lip and let go a sniffle. Was it really so unholy to give in to temptation?<br />
<br />
<br />
_Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-7504490976257280982012-01-02T18:08:00.001+05:302012-01-03T12:51:26.859+05:30VoidJust when you turned away,<br />
And the stabbing pain caught my breath,<br />
I realized it was never meant to be.Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-27375539996916620392011-12-30T12:15:00.002+05:302011-12-30T12:29:29.442+05:30BlinkAt first,<br />
the world goes into a frenzy.<br />
Senses experience a chaos.<br />
The hand doesn't know what the foot is up to.<br />
Like your mind is on a trip.<br />
<br />
Then the realization hits.<br />
And slowly, brutally<br />
everything slows down.<br />
Time drags<br />
and it brings along<br />
misery, hurt, betrayal.<br />
<br />
You shut your eyes,<br />
only to be awakened - inside.<br />
No, its too easy to smile.<br />
And easy is the toughest part.<br />
<br />
This.<br />
Yes, this is the end.Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-26951377136573754842011-05-30T20:58:00.004+05:302011-05-30T21:31:33.447+05:30That moment when you step back and askWhy is it that childhood was so sweet,<br />
summer so bright,<br />
and grass so green.<br />
<br />
When was it that childhood was taken over by a mad rush to grow up.<br />
And a mad rush to be what you dream to be.<br />
And then when you walk along the path towards your dream, suddenly you crave for the careless times, eating mangoes in the summer, wearing nothing but a tattered dress.<br />
<br />
Why, is it that in this mad race do we forget to actually LIVE, as it were. Those moments of pure bliss are rare, if they occur at all that is. And the smile fades away and frowns take over almost as if the smile is an evil notion.<br />
<br />
It’s a crime, they say, to stop. One must constantly work and run and sweat. But then, when to recover? When to heal? Is ignorance truly the need of the hour? Or rather the need of an entire lifetime? <br />
<br />
I'd someday like to meet the one who spreads such philosophies. And over a warm cuppa tea, ask him when was it that he formed the ideas that rule our minds today. For I believe (or so it seems logical) it really can’t be when he lived in ignorance.Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-47080412807525944152011-02-23T13:01:00.000+05:302011-02-23T13:01:15.180+05:30Haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Falter a man may</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The journey of thorns and flowers</span></div><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unfolds a message</span></span></div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-67711461209527356582010-12-17T17:24:00.002+05:302010-12-20T11:44:40.461+05:30HummBeating drums,<br />
<div>Splashing water,</div><div>Fluid thats red.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Blank white paper,</div><div>Untuned guitar,</div><div>Purr of a cat,</div><div>Unsuspecting sigh,</div><div>Door slammed close </div><div>Loud. Very loud.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Elevator</div><div>Dark night</div><div>Unconnected headphones</div><div>Closet locked</div><div>A stare, a start,</div><div>A falling teardrop</div><div>Silent. Very silent</div><div><br />
</div><div>Hurricane</div><div>Racing car</div><div>Trip down the memory lane</div><div><br />
</div><div>Voices</div><div>Voices of past</div><div>Voices unknown</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;">"Don't waste your time on me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;">Your already the voice inside my head"</span></div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-90076150494846999732010-12-15T20:28:00.002+05:302010-12-15T21:03:32.723+05:30...I have been meaning to update these pages but I have been a little lost these days. Its hard to find your center what your anchor itself is floating. Its quite overwhelming, the events that have been unfolding. I wonder where it will all lead to.<br />
<br />
I feel like a mere spectator of my own life.Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-16864569475148392952010-10-15T13:24:00.002+05:302010-11-01T13:28:13.926+05:30Walk Along<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWNyJ-Qk4S9JW1e351oV7jbzTzMXfzTWRail_jYKhtLPUoFtNSTYCbL-L_h5yobCnp7cYLJXtatyHnvWGga3sbB4CRITGqjfIEpBGe01Rc6wtyJWrCxJqSwpQJ8eq8Od8Fi7UHv6c8ts/s1600/walking_away_by_etoile061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528181410598355154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWNyJ-Qk4S9JW1e351oV7jbzTzMXfzTWRail_jYKhtLPUoFtNSTYCbL-L_h5yobCnp7cYLJXtatyHnvWGga3sbB4CRITGqjfIEpBGe01Rc6wtyJWrCxJqSwpQJ8eq8Od8Fi7UHv6c8ts/s200/walking_away_by_etoile061.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 258px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 212px;" /></a><br />
Fire & flames,<br />
<div>Chimes & choir,</div><div>All things good,</div><div>All things bad,</div><div>Walk along</div><div><br />
</div><div>Times that were,</div><div>Walk along,</div><div>Times that are,</div><div>Walk along</div><div><br />
</div><div>A distant echo,</div><div>A shy smile,</div><div>A stiffened giggle,</div><div>An angry rant,</div><div>Walk along</div><div><br />
</div><div>Times that were,</div><div>Walk along,</div><div>Times that are,</div><div>Walk along</div><div><br />
</div><div>A soothing voice, ruffled hair,</div><div>Moments of fiery passion,</div><div>The sheets tell a story,</div><div>A story untold,</div><div>Walk along</div><div><br />
</div><div>The demon of a mind that is</div><div>A bully, a mirror,</div><div>A book in the writing.</div><div>The pages that never fly away,</div><div>Till its time has come,</div><div>To be swept away in waves,</div><div>Buried down under,</div><div>Or burned in the holy fire</div><div><br />
</div><div><div>Times that were,</div><div>Times that are,</div><div>Always walk along</div></div><div></div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-86582273279986475352010-09-01T17:33:00.001+05:302010-11-01T13:28:45.993+05:30Illusion Airlines<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoL9xs64rg6jQZYdgb0omV6BtB_VoXSh8jgEwxd7h0u_TJMDOxdnELqGat2L-x4a4G0phqSTVYi_gxJXIAtOmP90HQ7DsZz9-kiHuxAaJs1aQ0XICNdBHWR1viSUaU8lP0p0TlMP0ScIg/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511924467096751906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoL9xs64rg6jQZYdgb0omV6BtB_VoXSh8jgEwxd7h0u_TJMDOxdnELqGat2L-x4a4G0phqSTVYi_gxJXIAtOmP90HQ7DsZz9-kiHuxAaJs1aQ0XICNdBHWR1viSUaU8lP0p0TlMP0ScIg/s200/images.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 131px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Thank you for choosing us,<br />
we are glad to partner with you tonight.<br />
</span></div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-9036151742714842362010-07-29T19:00:00.001+05:302010-11-01T13:29:07.546+05:30While I stare at my blank computer screen...I feel like I am living in a musical. It sure is dramatic. Full with emotions- Love, hate, crime, tragedy, humor and well, all that.<br />
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</div><div>The daily frustrations rise to a crescendo. </div><div>And then its time to go back home. aka the fall.</div><div>The morning sun brings smiles (when its sunny) and glum (when it pours)</div><div>Its like an external force pulls the strings.</div><div>Or is it supposed to be that way?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Life, it seems, really is a stage.</div><div>hmmm...</div><div>I wonder if I am a good actor</div><div>If I fair well</div><div>I think I do</div><div>That why I am still in the plot</div><div>Oh wait a minute!</div><div>I did loose the plot...FUCK!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I dont like the sound of this keyboard.</div><div>Pencil scratching paper is soo much better.</div><div>Its a bitter sweet symphony.</div><div>HA! Its life!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I do wonder sometimes,</div><div>If its worth it.</div><div>But then the external force never fails to surprise me.</div><div>What a joke. Thank god I do have a sense of humor.</div><div>Talk about being humble.</div><div>*sigh*</div><div><br />
</div><div>No matter how carefully I keep my headphones,</div><div>They always, ALWAYS entangle.</div><div>Its a struggle</div><div>I must have spoiled atleast 40 pairs.</div><div>Rest in peace dear ones, I still love you.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I think that can never run out of blabber.</div><div>But then I do fall short of words sometimes.</div><div>And these days,</div><div>Most of the times.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Dear god, when will I be satisfied?</div><div><br />
</div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-82270751087583000472010-07-26T19:19:00.001+05:302010-11-01T13:29:32.855+05:30Sin or divine?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpq-V1Vdn5yTe3UrcsTW6pBHlyub2qLmAYC_seVbYEyHW07DNMOGklRmSAf73sIZnFgKzPhJ6Id4-xPZwNbeswmGRU69UPxzH4nvzNNPWOqFCcE4xdQky35soC-A7f1odRQy8rp8R1sk/s1600/Red+wine.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218630793882978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbpq-V1Vdn5yTe3UrcsTW6pBHlyub2qLmAYC_seVbYEyHW07DNMOGklRmSAf73sIZnFgKzPhJ6Id4-xPZwNbeswmGRU69UPxzH4nvzNNPWOqFCcE4xdQky35soC-A7f1odRQy8rp8R1sk/s320/Red+wine.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 270px;" /></a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Twiddles and twirls,<br />
a glass of wine,<br />
dark, mysterious,<br />
sin or divine?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A blossom of tingle,<br />
lingering, twinkling,<br />
the night is still young,<br />
a slight inkling!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A companion of the night,<br />
a warm comfort of crime,<br />
yet none of it matters,<br />
Oh! The sound of sweet chimes!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The stars my shine in their glory,<br />
the wind may seductively sway,<br />
a sip of sin in your hand,<br />
The entire world at bay.<br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh! My vivid lover!<br />
Dance with me tonight<br />
In my arms, by my side,<br />
My imagination’s flight! </span></span> </span>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-15832891030322839222010-06-07T01:43:00.000+05:302010-11-01T13:32:33.459+05:30Instabilities and uncertaintiesLiving every day as a fruitless struggle is a sure shot formula to loose the minuscule sanity residing in one's top floor. Its tested. By me. (now you know, it truly is true)<div><br /></div><div>'I don't remember where I heard this, but the line stuck to me - This too shall pass.' Rob at his best to lighten my mood. But well, my mood is a tough competition to the Mumbai monsoons.<br /><div><br /></div><div>The day I was packing my bags, bags full of dreams and ambitions, to leave the city a voice inside me said - this cant be it.</div><div><br /></div><div>'Chubby, its not over till the fat lady sings. Trust me, something will turn up' said Sheen </div><div><br /></div></div><div>And well, the bags were unpacked, smiles were blossomed, cheer was spread.</div><div><br /></div><div>It, in the end, was worth it</div><div><br /></div><div>:-)</div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-46861536255873248142010-05-13T03:19:00.001+05:302010-11-01T13:29:57.271+05:30How to stop your yelling mind from talking to you.I checked my phone for the 56th time. No reply back. I don't even expect it you know, I know it will not come. But still. <br />
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</div><div>Snap out. NOW. isn't it enough for you to feel all bad and sad and mad and all the kind of shit?! does he even care?! does he?!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Well, I am sure he does...</div><div><br />
</div><div>OK, if he does, what the f is he doing about it? what? WHAT!</div><div><br />
</div><div>...</div><div><br />
</div><div><div>sorry, did you say something? 'cuz all i heard is the god damn noisy FAN!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Amm, listen, i don't need all this right now. Please. Just like go away or something.</div><div><br />
</div><div>And leave you sorry soul to feel all the more sorry for yourself? ha? guess what? Not happening! NA AH!</div><div><br />
</div><div>*sigh* ... Amm, How 'bout some South Park?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Sounds good to me! VOOHOO!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>*THE END* </div></div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526128353077861179.post-18795461685666865742010-04-27T21:35:00.000+05:302010-04-27T21:38:44.104+05:30...If the reason<div>That reasons justification</div><div>is a reason not strong enough,</div><div>Will the reason still hold true?</div><div>Or can you turn it around?</div>Sherryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00424443232246716593noreply@blogger.com0