Monday, December 29, 2008

I dream myself awake most nights and sit up in bed breathing hard and trying to remember that faint passing thought I last had in sleepy transition. What was that last image, sound or sensation that could break my usually snore and more sleep to a shuddering ,sweaty start in fear soaked bedcovers. Panicked and red veined eyes search the darkness for any sign of danger but nothing emerges from the frantic dilated pupils trying to penetrate the unknown behind the black light.

The next morning is a stretch to loosen the aching muscles and the tangled eyelashes from a disturbed rest. The remnants of a scream, a snarl and a viscous grin waiting at the edge of my sub-conscious. Waiting for me to doze of and then pounce on me, take me whole, finish off what remained from the night before…..

Scared to close my eyes, to blink too long. Fear of a boring lecture or a slow movie(difficult whn ur in bmm) straining to stay alert in the thane slow local that sways its lonely way through the city of dreams. A nightmare waiting around the next tunnel.

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Sunday, December 28, 2008

after its all over…

the lights went dim and the music went up. i felt fingers round my wrist, and they gently pulled me close to warmth of a body nearby wanting to share a rhythm in the witness of a melody that sang of some sweet love song by a singer far away but seemingly reflecting my feeling in some pleasant uncanny coincidence.
we danced all night and then some more with closed eyes and open hearts to hold each other in without holding back.

“sip out of my glass and lay an intoxicated kiss on love drunk lips, hold me tight or tonight may escape..”

linger on after the song is over , stay til everyone’s gone. Exhaustion follows the giddy fun and so does the hangover with that bastard consciousness to bring things back into perspective.

The lies of last night, the unquenched passions, the dry throats and the aching legs.

The memories that will stay on ,stale and slowly forgotten..lost like the night before. Many things were lost, many more were formed, some misplaced and more others found.

They all come together at the core of your soul and hum softly till you fall asleep…

But after its all over I think of you … and more so hope you do too, think a little of me and maybe smile to yourself in your sleep. As the days grow older ,as the world grows colder ..all that matters is what matters when it’s all over..

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Thursday, December 25, 2008

the hypothesis of partying

the science of the act of the partee is one that must be studied from a practical approach and in a detailed ,painstakingly rigorous manner.

i have done my research thought there is still so much to learn, i believe.

if you dance with your drink in you hand ,your toes will get sticky.
- this one refers to the swishy swoshy moves of the liquid in your glass tumbler keeping beat to your un-coordinated foots , the irony of this is that you never know who is to blame.you the terminally pathetic dancer and your clumsy pair of toe holders called feet or the sparkly water that made you forget you have knees…

if you drink moe than 3 glasses of feni you will magically become a better dancer and everyone around you will instanly become increasingly good looking.
- this one refers to the your heightened sense of imagination and the lies in your head ,also the exemplary speed with which your feet dilusion those who dare to be in the way of its devilish path.

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

i need to sleep to see my dream boy..
i ve found the perfect relationship and its my dream boy i believe.
i believe because its such a dynamic guy , like the day i watch pirates of the Caribbean he sports an english accent and when i listen to Michael Buble he wears a 3 piece suit.  the best part is that after i meet him i m so refreshed and rested though my hair is a mess.. he’s suave and spontaneous, we travel alot and i dont even carry my passport though we,ve done the brunch at napoli and dinner at the eiffel tower. he says all the rite things and makes the correct moves and his timing is always impeccably brilliant.
it also works in a logical tandon that i admire having known many otehr boys who pale in logical tandon(oh so important) though thay probably shone bright in umm..errr.. realness perhaps.though thats highly over-rated.
the best part about him though is me. and this makes sense i shall justify how though it is imcredibly self-obssessed i shant try to deny that. it isnt important to have a perfect man unless he also makes you feel perfect and perfectly insync.
maybe its just my over-exposed mind saturated with old and new yet equally sappy love stories and those romantic comedies dripping in cliched philandering but my dream boy seems to write poetry with every word he speaks, create goose bumps with every touch and best of all i just close my eyes and he’s there for me.
now if you’ll excuse me my date is waiting i must take a nap…
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ten things i like about christmas..
1- the food,the sweets
2- the holiday
3 - the free flowing wine for all
4- the giving spirit of my dad towards my needy wallet
5- having alot of red things surround you
6- dancing
7- putting alcohol in desserts
8- the house never looked neater
9- mum’s in her pleasant hospitable host mood
10- singing lame songs about fictional flying animals with bright noses in public
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its a funny fearful thing to be angry and not even know why.
why your blood screams bloody murder and your temperature boils the air around you into swivels of uncertainty and caution. the reason a distant shadow but the expression a loud reminder giving you dirty stares that hint the possible dangers ahead for anyone who bats an eyelid too hard.
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have you ever been so happy it scared you?
its a beautiful and deadly combination of happy fear and loving suspicion  on your destiny and the funny way it makes you look forward to things you dont want to happen.
falling madly in love with the boy who’s all wrong only he looks ,tastes , sounds and feels so right.
and right now.
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