Psychopomps

And the road was narrow
the line was thin
we could be walking on water
wait till Nandini walks on land

Arwen rode to the other side
when truth is shattered
'only beauty can save the world'

but the character closest to
my mind
was Neil Gaiman's gift- Death

The time of your life

And it found an end

"me first" "me first" they said
So I sat down
closed my eyes
and voila!
here i was .. on mAni's tAb
the message was clear
need to go south of the border
west of the sun

New found baby

here i go again ... ;)

I do not understand

Why? Why do some people think the way they do?
It's easy to say that nothing really effects me but, it is not always easy to respect everyone's decision.
What does that make me?

Time.
It leaves you before you've even realised that you were actually there.

People will come and leave.

And it is important to watch and cherish what is around you.

And let go of things that are disappearing.

I really love you and I mean you

the star above you, crystal blue

Well, oh baby, my hairs on end about you...

- Syd Barrett

He's the King Bee
Buzzing in my head, day in day out.
I love him. I love him - metaphysically.
watch me , some stinging's going on

He buzzes best on the SanDisk MP3
cause I am also the bee
who needs to find the lunatic
that's me

Hometown

The search
for more has already begun
in a home away from here
Need to search for what I can do
for myself and for storytellers
but they had only books in Calcutta
Bangalore showed me the pictures.

But it is about to get over
for the end has no end
Take me somewhere I can be alone.
Not because I want to, its because I need to
get away from so much around me.
Not because I have to but
you'd agree, I need it.

Same buildings. Same lanes.
Same houses with insane lives passing by
the trees that I know too well.
When will they pass
and finally dry?

I need to start biding goodbyes.
leaving all my friends again.
For hometown awaits.
Beautiful suicide.

just another day

The end has no end

Are YOU reading this ?

For all those who can't understand what I am saying.. the fact is, I like my blog to be read.

And YOU! (you know, I am talking to you) Thanks, for visiting again.

So PJ stirred a thought in my head. He makes me proud of him.

The Best Manager Award is a big issue here, and our man has written his autobiography at age 20! What courage!

So, I decided to write mine.
I thought I'd start with ' I was born in Woodlands, CAlcutta but brought up in Tollygunge Club. Educated at Mona's...and that's when Syd started singing... ' its no good trying to place your hand where I can't see cause you're different from me... ' and I shall make money out of the same one day, but I am too young.

I wonder why you visit my blog. Do my articles fascinate you ? There merely even articles. just lots of literature floating around like a cloud around a rainbow...

My rainbow, by the way, is only made of shades of gray.. so as you try and make way into my life, there are so many others that have left. Technically, they leave me and go for away but really, I know what it feels like just one finger pointed towards a hope in the distance.. Numb skin learning to feel again.

Just one light switch always left on because someone may need it.

----- PURRplexity ------

And he was not just any friend of mine. He was more. He went far away... I looked at him leave and realised, there's no point looking at the horizon when the rainbow's gone.

He didn't try to be, therefore he never was. We would waste hours debating what we could've been. But the fact is, we weren't anything but ourselves.

Sorry. I am not writing this for YOU. It's just that I miss HIM It's just tht he was a part of my routine and now, my routine's disturbed . My life's a doorway. You's welcome to enter but you chose to leave, one tiny reason is all that it takes - to break the seal on that doorway. let it all out. let it all in... simultaneously fill the void and empty it.

It's all upto you.

And I know I will not find sleep again tonight.

Must I write again ?
I wrote for him. But he's gone.

I write no more for him or YOU. I write only for myself since she is all that I have left.

'You Haven't Written in a Long Time' - He Says

You know, I did try to call. A time or two (Really Thrice) but no one answered.

I did not try to be... or did I ? I never was.
We would waste hours debating what we could've been.
But the fact is, we weren't anything but ourselves.



Mood swings aside.

Ribbons trying to be bows. No knots to rely on.

If I could change myself to suit anyone....
I wouldn't change at all.
I would remain the one they never wanted.
( B/G - Us us us ... and Them)


One can just sit and stare at little nothings on my blog.

I do not write anymore as I am all that I have.
So, If you are really that interested...

Dig me up.

Don't want to be found.

Cannot seem to find everything in anyone. I do not like to be judged either...
But sometimes it still looks like that....
I will settle for being discovered.