I haven’t lived in many cities in the quarter years of my life, but the one thing that I have figured out is that I want to live in a city where I do not feel any inhibition or the lack of motivation to walk around aimlessly. It is a personal feeling of choice that I am talking about here. I realised that I will not be able to walk around Chennai just for the heck of it, after barring the weather effect on me. Even on the shores of the beach, I wouldn’t want to walk by myself. There is something unappealing and appalling about that idea. Whereas, in
10 November, 2009
My living Place
25 October, 2009
20 October, 2009
29 September, 2009
One-O-One
(P.s. I also think I am beginning to like mush! but that does not account for corny teenage one liners.. thats just unpardonable. I should have named this bloody introspection one O one)
Just a small one that I thought I should write:
What is love that hath no kisses,
caresses of the finger tips
what is love that hath no rhymes,
mimicry of a poet's times
what is love that hath no distance,
a blatant debalcle of desparation
what is love that hath no question,
its answer contained within.
28 September, 2009
Tattoos
15 September, 2009
Interospection 2
After 24 years of living, I have just realised that I don’t know myself completely. I have very recently figured out that if I get obsessed with something I can go on and on about it! Ok well, I knew that already but here is the deal and this one is new. I never thought I could be possessive about some person because I always knew I was important to them. But this time, even though I know that I could potentially be a person of importance in their life, I felt possessive about them. It just did not feel right, it did not feel me!
27 August, 2009
Sand
What am I doing here? I really have no idea… This whole career plan, life’s plan is sucking the living life out of me.
I want to scream and shout,
Cry and pout
Life seems like a goner,
Every time I turn a corner
Younger kids they already know
Not swinging to and fro
By far a mile I land
Scratches and bruises my head stuck in sand
Ok I can’t write more.



