Saturday, April 26, 2008

And there she sat, her cheeks now cold from the wet tears and cool breeze of the noisy old rickety fan that drowned out her shivering sobs.
She slowed her breath purposefully trying to think of the good times they had had together. And a fresh spray of tears oozed out of her now stinging eyes.Warming her limp cheeks as she thought of the last time they had kissed. If she’d known it was the last time she would have held on longer , cherished it more. through closed puffy eyes she tried to relive that moment but it made her sadder and her cheeks heavier. They sagged like they were weighed down by guilt and depression and all too heavy for her to ever be able to smile again.
She lay on her stomach and heard the thump of her heartbeat loud in her head. Muffling her sobs in the pillow and wiping her eyes on the embroidered pillow case, she thought of her heart and how weary it felt, like it wouldn’t last the night but the thump grew louder and reminded her that the pain of losing someone was cruel , it didnt allow you to escape so easily. The body dies with loss of blood but the heart can bleed forever without spilling its grief.she cried for her heart, for all it had been through, all the loving and teh losing, the trying times and the tiring ones.
Her salty tears stinging the wounds of her heart , leaving scars that run long and deep, they run into her soul and stain it bright red. Red like the colour of passion…
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Sunday, April 20, 2008

cotton candy girl

girls like cotton candy fluff
they re lite,they re sweet
and they lik pink stuff

life is made of fun
its shop, its play
its a brightly coloured sun

u ll enjoy at a park
in a fair or by the shore
but otherwise its dark

like a could in the shade
like a rust covered blade

deceitful lil sugar puff

pink laces dripping blood red
sickly sweet smiles hanging from a thread
grimace behind tht peraly white
a playful yell to a scream of fright

she made it hell with ribbons to match
a devil spawn waiting to hatch

talking of shoes, stalkings n kate moss
she steered you off the cliff with poisoned candy floss

shredded this story and its 3 line rhyme
though it still kept rhythm ,from time to time

in need of refreshment and an alibi
clean off the blood stains with soda and lime
while u lie there think of her as u die.

(apparently everything i write must end in doom n death, wat a morbid teenager i must be)

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

secret santa

she waited all through a frosty nite
she waited as the snow shown bright
with teary eyes and glistening cheek
she waited for a sneaky peek
a jolly stranger to give her a present
and make the holidays something pleasant
from all those sad thoughts and bad dreams
from all the sore bruises and rude screams
maybe a teddy with golden brown fur
or a kitten tht wud cuddle and purr
there was much she needed yet she wanted not alot
like a warm blanket, a hot soup and a soft wooly cot
but as she sat there all she felt was cold and small
a small room in a big city in a tattered overall
pointy needles all around ,her mum on the floor
a siren in the distance and a banging on the door
thinking, “do u need a chimney for him to come?”
in a murmur “silent night “,she began to hum
blowing warm breath on a cold window pane
watching rich little kids, all pampered and vain
there she sat, wondering if miracles were true
and if they did happen then what she wud do
these thoughts ket her warm as she kept debating
and sitting there patiently , quitely waiting.

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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

its nucking futs!

things that i dont understand run a long list meandering 2 doors round australia:-
1. indian railway schedule?
2. LBW’s?
3. boys?
4. women?
5. tennis scores?
6. why the chicken crossed the road?
7. melody itni chocolaty kyu hai?
8. how bipasha got so skinny?
9. how himesh got famous?
10. why some people love cats?
11. why dogs dont like me?
12. how my mum makes circular chapatis?
13. working of a boomerang?
14. corel draw?
15. how thongs can be comfortable?
16. why we learn trignometry?
17. why i like to dance to ghat music?
18. physic II?
19. love?
20. why all babus in parliament are above 70 when life expectancy is only 65?
21. why u can join the army at 18 but drink only at 21?
22. why beer smells so bad?
23. why things that feel good are said to be bad?
24. coffee now costs Rs6 in the canteen?
25. why indians spit so damn much?
26. we swear when we re angry?
27. the difference between coke and pepsi?
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

a birthday wish

i offered a little prayer for you
to guide you in all you do
to make you all you want to be
as i love you quietly
everything you wish for and more
maynot be sprinkled but poured
to teh love so pure
i’ m yours for sure
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