Wednesday, November 21, 2012

29.10.2011

I still remember how tightly i held his hand that last night we spent together because i knew he would let me go if i didn't. 
He lay sideways facing the otherside. 
"It's okay, i love you. I always will, no matter what happens."
I slid my fingers through his and rest my head on his back. I counted from one to hundred and back with my eyes shut while we breathed in sync. 
Fear and uncertainty filled me up. 
He let me go anyway.

Friday, November 9, 2012

I, the most depressing alphabet.

The timing. 
The moment. 
The spaces. 
The atmosphere. 
The air.
The anxiety.
The impatience.
The voices in your head.
The ties.
The words spoken.
The words unspoken.
The intensity.
The joy.
The fall.
Everything we had.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

"To know me as hardly golden,
is to know me all wrong, 
they warn."

Thursday, November 1, 2012

all wrong.

I
We sat there, early in the morning, holding each other tight to keep ourselves warm. 
We sat there, early in the morning, smoking funny, smuggled cigarettes.
He shivered for about a second, or less. It was a shiver, yes. I gave him my purple sweater. He put it on and held me. 
Like a child, he placed his head sideways on my shoulder. 

II

'I'm lying next to the world's best pillow and still not getting any sleep.'
I giggled and turned towards him. I held him, carefully. He rested his head on my arm and held me closer. 
My hands began to shake. They wouldn't remain still unless i held him, so i did. 

III

He lay still, on my lap, staring at the screen. I caressed the entire length of his hair, multiple times.
I smiled while i looked at him, every now and then. 
 "The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind". 
He shook, all of a sudden and held my hand. He cupped it in his and held it to his chest.

IV

It was dark, the auditorium. I sat behind, where only i could see what was around me and not the other way around. I rested my elbows on a chair in front of me and leaned forward. 
A group of people were walking towards the exit. I turned away for a moment and then turned back. 
A tall, lean silhouette stood there. Shoulder-length, wavy hair. He turned around and began to walk towards the exit. I blinked really hard to clear my eyes, whatever that means. I had to make sure it wasn't something i was imagining. He continued to walk towards the exit with his eyes to the floor. I continued to look at him until he walked out. The play began.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Truth is what shatters you, piece by piece. Lies keep you going, for miles together. Then why all the junk about morality? 
Survival of the fittest, the fittest lie, the fittest deceive, the fittest survive
Then why pretend? It's the world's most well kept secret, in a way. 
Choose one, be smart, eh?

Friday, October 5, 2012

Run. Run as fast as you can. Run as far as you can and more. Keep running. Run.
Or else, the details will destroy you.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Grey.

From black to white to blue to green to yellow to purple to brown to black to white to grey. 
It's always the colour grey that it ends with. It's never black, though most of us picture it as black, in the end. Some of us picture it as white too, the brightest ray of white light, isn't it? 
But it's neither black nor white, it's grey because everything fades into grey. 
Everything wears out; alcohol, drugs, love, sex, lust, memory, forever, warmth. 
Pick your favourite moment of the present, write about it and slip that little piece of paper somewhere. Pick up that piece of paper months later and you will have a "grey-ish reaction". Grey is being in between. Grey is being in two places at once. Grey is being unaware. Grey is being carefree. Grey is being reckless. Grey is being stuck in a place you don't want to be stuck in but need to be stuck in. Grey makes you stronger. Grey is overcoming what you never thought you could ever overcome. Grey is that final moment when you are ready to let go, if you want to. Grey is good. 

Just kidding. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

It didn't deserve a second thought, for the first time. 
It didn't deserve a second thought, not because it meant something but because it meant nothing at all.
It didn't deserve a second thought, and i was numb.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Let's see how long you survive around people who really don't give a fuck.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

When i look at the world upside down, it fascinates me. 
If only gravity could be sucked out of planet Earth.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Ha.

The last time i saw you,
you kissed me goodnight.
The last time i saw you,
you kissed me goodbye.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

I

You may think that after all that you've done or not done to hurt me, i will try to hurt you back. But, you're wrong because hurting you back only makes me as small as you, hurting you back makes me a part of the rest of the world that has already caused you enough pain and hurting you back would eventually only hurt me.


II
Your fears, your dreams, 
your words, your gimmicks.
My insecurities, my nightmares,
my whispers, my truth.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

"..and we want to stay in your life"

The most meaningful thing someone has said to me in a long time. I only hope she meant it.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Thursday, August 9, 2012

I wish i were half as selfish as the world portrays itself to be. Sometimes even entirely that selfish. "Think about yourself and only yourself", they said. I never listened. 

I wish i were less hopeful. Contrary to how pessimistic i usually am, my current state of mind, which has been so for almost a year now, doesn't quite allow me to give up eventhough somewhere, in some filthy corner, it knows that i'm being nothing but a fool and maybe doing nothing but making a fool of myself infront of an audience that probably isn't even watching.

I wish i were capable enough to say "no", to everything and everyone, to the shadows that lurk in the background of my hopelessly hopeful dreams, to all those ugly, empty, superficial eyes that every once in a while, from time to time, happen to succinctly look at me and then laugh at my foolish existence. 

I wish i could for even one single moment, believe in the potential i happen to have, however minute or even, almost negligible, it might be and give in my hundred percent at utilising it. 

We, as human beings, in my opinion, are the most useless, unethical and immoral creatures nature ever created. We are weak, mentally and to a large extent physically. We are vulnerable to the most trivial happenings in what we call "life". 
Those of us who think of ourselves as particularly "strong" are simply masked and are extremely afraid of the one basic phenomenon, which is to feel; hurt, embarrassed, betrayed, small, inadequate, lonely, alive, dead.

I wish i were able to easily adapt to change; of place, of people, of houses, of balcony views, of gardens, of pets, of "life".

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

I lost you somewhere close,
just not close enough.
Be the light,
in my darkness.
The brightest light,
casting the darkest shadow.
Days spent, 
in shades of grey,
with dim lights of love, 
over an ashtray.
Memories that once mattered,
now fade into a violet flame,
of nothingness,
and burn down,
slowly,
into dusty ash,
soon to be discarded.
This is the part where the end starts.