Walk Along

Fire & flames,

Chimes & choir,

All things good,

All things bad,

Walk along

Times that were,

Walk along,

Times that are,

Walk along

A distant echo,

A shy smile,

A stiffened giggle,

An angry rant,

Walk along

Times that were,

Walk along,

Times that are,

Walk along

A soothing voice, ruffled hair,

Moments of fiery passion,

The sheets tell a story,

A story untold,

Walk along

The demon of a mind that is

A bully, a mirror,

A book in the writing.

The pages that never fly away,

Till its time has come,

To be swept away in waves,

Buried down under,

Or burned in the holy fire

Times that were,

Times that are,

Always walk along

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Welcome to flight number 603,
your trip will begin from reality to la la land.

This flight will be piloted by Imagination and co-piloted by Confusion.

You will be shortly served by
imaginary creatures, rapists, thugs,
naked ladies, aliens or anything else you desire.

You can also conveniently choose your location
from among cliffs, aquamarine, space, barren lands,
shady corners, playboy mansion
or many such attractive locations
mentioned in our catalog.

The calculated time of your journey
will be shortly told to you once you have been served.

Some passengers may experience turbulence during the journey,
we suggest you to take necessary precautions beforehand.

We wish you have a pleasant and euphoric flight,
and you reach your destination fully satisfied.
Thank you for choosing us,
we are glad to partner with you tonight.

While 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.

The daily frustrations rise to a crescendo.

And then its time to go back home. aka the fall.

The morning sun brings smiles (when its sunny) and glum (when it pours)

Its like an external force pulls the strings.

Or is it supposed to be that way?

Life, it seems, really is a stage.

hmmm...

I wonder if I am a good actor

If I fair well

I think I do

That why I am still in the plot

Oh wait a minute!

I did loose the plot...FUCK!

I dont like the sound of this keyboard.

Pencil scratching paper is soo much better.

Its a bitter sweet symphony.

HA! Its life!

I do wonder sometimes,

If its worth it.

But then the external force never fails to surprise me.

What a joke. Thank god I do have a sense of humor.

Talk about being humble.

*sigh*

No matter how carefully I keep my headphones,

They always, ALWAYS entangle.

Its a struggle

I must have spoiled atleast 40 pairs.

Rest in peace dear ones, I still love you.

I think that can never run out of blabber.

But then I do fall short of words sometimes.

And these days,

Most of the times.

Dear god, when will I be satisfied?

Sin or divine?

Twiddles and twirls,
a glass of wine,
dark, mysterious,
sin or divine?

A blossom of tingle,
lingering, twinkling,
the night is still young,
a slight inkling!

A companion of the night,
a warm comfort of crime,
yet none of it matters,
Oh! The sound of sweet chimes!

The stars my shine in their glory,
the wind may seductively sway,
a sip of sin in your hand,
The entire world at bay.

Oh! My vivid lover!
Dance with me tonight
In my arms, by my side,
My imagination’s flight!

Instabilities and uncertainties

Living 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)

'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.

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.

'Chubby, its not over till the fat lady sings. Trust me, something will turn up' said Sheen

And well, the bags were unpacked, smiles were blossomed, cheer was spread.

It, in the end, was worth it

:-)

How 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.

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?!

Well, I am sure he does...

OK, if he does, what the f is he doing about it? what? WHAT!

...

sorry, did you say something? 'cuz all i heard is the god damn noisy FAN!

Amm, listen, i don't need all this right now. Please. Just like go away or something.

And leave you sorry soul to feel all the more sorry for yourself? ha? guess what? Not happening! NA AH!

*sigh* ... Amm, How 'bout some South Park?

Sounds good to me! VOOHOO!

*THE END*

...

If the reason

That reasons justification

is a reason not strong enough,

Will the reason still hold true?

Or can you turn it around?