random...!

i wrote this today morning..in my maths class...
when evrybody was busy solving sums...i wrote this random thing...simply random words...although i knw its weird..i still labh it...coz its simply..RANDOM!


trains,lamp-posts,railway tracks.
highways flying past...
rolls of laughter..
fleeing away from the world..
petrol pumps and sudden stops.

doing away with life..i wana run away..
run away from mountains and forests.
blue and white clouds..
fading away.
black and white gazes..
i run away..

tick...
tock...the clock strucks...

one...wait ..stop....

two...stop...

three....

there it goes ...unstoppable
watch out!
breathless...
blood stains..
ruined life...ruined everything..
i ran away..
i ran away..

i came to know alot of things about me....i am just not meant for it...meant for anything at all.ill need time but i know for sure...one day,dunno wat will happen one day...but one thing is for sure...ill find my happiness...:)

m nt depressed...m jus paranoid...

he
he makes me fall for him...i trip n fall
he picks me up...i fall for him again
n again...yet again...
again


again....

he falls along with me
we enjoy it
we fall together

togther again

it hurts
the pain of falling again n again

yet i seem to enjoy the wounds
he dosent
gives up on falling wd me

it would be the never ending process if i hadnt been 'his cup of tea'.
he broke my heart to pieces

we hope to fall in love...bt sometimes it simply dosen't happen

Truth or dare
to love by the books, folk-lores and myths.

Winter warmth,
like hesitation slides over slippery snow surface.

Railway tracks
converge into snake curls in distant horizons.

Traffic lights,
still blinking as eternal love crashes into mortality.

Stars swallow
little dews as wheels vaporize night to brightness.

An eye-opener,
the morning sun, at times luminous, other times ambiguous

y is it dat ppl take advantage of me everytime...???

i dint study 2day n dun feel like as well...n even bunked tution....wateva ...n i even went to the extent of sayin sorry to a prsn when i actually din feel like...or wateva...maybe i shud have been sorry

i guess i should do a bit of studies....lets c....dun feel like although...afterall new year is jus 2days away...!!!

bored of me...

I’m bored of me. I’m bored of the same face that stares back at me from my bathroom mirror. I’m bored of my clothes, of the jewelry I wear. I want a make over. Where everything about me will be differentDifferent clothes. Thinner. No fab India. No silver earrings. No vodka n lime cordial. No cheap motorola cellphone. No buses. No metros. No same old curly hair that has looked the same since I was sixteen. No gurjari jhola. No chappals. no reporting stuff that I’m bad at. No wondering about why the bloody hell that guy didn’t call me. No keeping quiet when some one’s mean to me. No more sappy romance novels. No inarticulate speaking. No more whining. No more wallowing.
No more of me.
I want to go out shopping for a brand new me

blah...

life is a big fat beech.
and so is the world.
but.
some things are sweet.
Its just a phase, maybe it’ll pass
But just as long as it lasts…I’ll smile,
wont you too?
Even half a smile will do
(: