Sunday, February 26, 2006

Hurried feet

I run away from him everyday
As he sips on his morning tea
His eyes trace my flight for awhile
But his feet don't care

I run away from him everyday
With him by my side
He raises his brow sometimes
Sometimes he just smiles

I run away from him everyday
Dragging my tired feet along
Waiting for the fateful day
The day whose shadows I see

I run away from him everyday
But today he stops me
"Could you lead me to the door
Please be kind, to this blind"

Friday, February 24, 2006


Sorry for sounding like a banal sportsmag but...

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Is it?

Sunday, February 12, 2006


Had work.

Fell ill.
Popped pills.

Was bound to a chair.
Put in a bubble.
Thrown into Delaware river.

Now that I have told you what had happened in the last two weeks. I am left with nothing else to say. Anything of interest, of course.

So this. I do this and I do this only because I have been tagged by one of my favorite bloggers.


1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.

Okay. I am not picky about most things in life. So, this should not take much time.

Sex of target (???) : Male.

(In no particular order)

1. Should know the GDP of his country to the third decimal.
2. Should know how to play at least three outdoor sports.
3. Should have made at least one two year old smile without making a funny face.
4. Should know his mom's date of birth (year included).
5. Should not whince when the traffic signal goes red.
6. Should not hum to Bryan Adams' songs on other people's radios.
7. Should not say "Coffee??" when he drinks tea.
8. Oh yeah, should have a penis.

I do not want to enforce this tag onto people. But I would like it if the following people would play along

:: S!
:: Quincy the Quackpot
:: Alice
:: Eastmancolour
:: Conman
:: Arun Verma
:: Penny Lane
:: Wendigo

Sunday, February 05, 2006

I have never been able to tell a beginning from an end.