Monday, June 30, 2008
I can't pretend for too long,
that I'm who the world thinks I'm.
I may not be the normal one,
My kinda fun might sound weird and uncommon.
I am what I am!
I may not laugh with you,
I may not enjoy what you do.
But I'm not your everyday cuckoo.
I am what I am!
I hate the sniggering magpies,
I find nothing but sighs!
Hey, you really are boring,
Don't you realize you're just barking!
Why do we all pretend,
Why can't we just be?
What is it that we have at stake?
In the end we'll all just brake!
I love my loneliness,
My reflective silence.
I miss that accepting caress,
and that gloomy sadness!
I miss your buoyant smile,
You could've waited awhile.
I love dreaming about you,
I know one day you'll make it all come true,
For you know, I am what I am.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I'll never finish this one. A complete disaster, this!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
What is it with people and talking? Is talking a basic necessity of life? When I look at some people around me, that is the impression I get. And in most cases, the chat would be about something so insensible, that it's nothing but disgusting. And this happens non-stop, that's why the complaint! But not everybody's non-stop chatter is annoying. It's just these stupid, dumb people. Isn't there a limit to how much a person can take in at a time??
As if this wasn't enough, there are people who move from place to place looking for more such people to talk to. They don't even give a thought to the fact that there are other people around, and they should, at least once in a while, mind their manners. It doesn't occur to them that it's not okay to barge in on someone's privacy. The sad thing is that, they think (like, that's possible!) this silly behaviour of theirs is normal.
It's not just the amount of talking these people do, it's about the level of crap talk they are capable of. They surpass themselves everyday! Most of their tiny little brains don't have control over their crap and their noise levels. They have these black and white brains, with too much of colour concentrated at one point! It's time they learn. But since this seems to be the norm everywhere, they never will.
Looks like schools should have compulsory classes for this - "Know when to shut up"!!! People, please give me a breather!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a strange land called the Deep Blue Sea; the Deep in short. The people of the Deep called themselves Deeplets. One such Deeplet was Maxwell. Maxwell was skilled at music, speaking a tongue called Gibberish, rowing, craftsmanship, and a lot of other not so useful things.
One day as we was walking down the road, a yellow monkey came around and asked him for some green jelly, which Max had left at home, the previous night. The monkey exclaimed, “Max! How could you?” That was the end of the monkey; he had fallen into a jam of things. So Maxwell married the neighbors’ daughter, in a pink and purple wedding, with the sun shining through their eyes, and the Grey Beans slowly creeping in.
The Beans had come from Bean-land, carrying a huge pumpkin, which they would use to ride a bicycle. Beamy darkness engulfed the Deep, pretty flowers stopped blooming in gay, and the Deeplets wouldn’t stop sulking. Their only hope was Maxwell, who had gone to fetch a pile of grass from the nearby village, where he met a little tiger who showed him the way to some fresh cold water. Maxwell took a sip of the cold water and he was magically transported to the skies, where he saw beautiful meadows and cherry blossoms. He didn’t want to go back to the Deep, and instead wanted to dance with the rainbows and sing with the rain. But he learnt of the Beans and made his way back to the Deep on a big bus. There were hopping kittens and laughing hyenas.
Maxwell made it back to the Deep. The colourless blue sky of the Deep was now grey and with the help of his friend, the yellow monkey, Maxwell succeeded in winning the Deep back for his people, who then celebrated with lots of creamy flowers and chocolaty firework. And they lived happily ever after.
