Wednesday, March 24, 2010


When you are cut you wait for the wound to heal. The pink gash and then it turns to brown. Later it itches and sometimes you want to peal of the new cover of skin that has formed to fill in the broken part. I itch beneath this new patch of mine. I want to sit and think through all the pain I have been denying and burying it beneath the covers. Maybe that way I might feel they way I want to and stop this restless heart of mine from hurting my ribs.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


Listening to stupid songs
Laughing at nothing-meant-to-be-laughed-at
eating sugar to get high
it all works for sometime. Some time.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


When we were young it was lot easier. Nothing had to have a reason and logic tagged to it. Things get a lot more complicated as we grow old and a whole new level of thoughts and emotions to deal with and to make peace with. Sometimes taking a single day and living it is easy but not always you need something to hold onto. I bet it is not easy it is not at all easy.

I don't know your thoughts these days
we are strangers in an empty space
I don't understand your heart
Its easier to be apart
We might as well be strangers-Keane

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Stories of time
Words held on the tongue
Sweet like honey
twinkling like shades of amber
but with an aftertaste of bitterness

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


Everything breaks.
Glass breaks.
Ice breaks.
Sun Breaks.
Everything breaks.

Heart breaks.

Bad is to look at what you had and what you have.

Worst is that you are indifferent.