The blood, the gore,
Is it going to end?
Will this city,
The fighter, the tiger,
Escape the siege,
Emerge triumphant?
Tears have been shed,
I’ve now lost count,
Innocent lives taken,
Homes shattered,
Heart’s battered,
Minds numbed,
And still we hold on,
On a string of hope.
We are the change,
Which we want to see,
We can fight
This farce, end it all.
This is our city,
Our Mumbai, our life,
She’s done so much,
For you, for me, for us,
It’s time to repay,
What she’s done for us,
And save her from her death.
The terror’s here,
Hiding around the corner,
Afraid to come out,
In broad daylight,
Cowards, inhuman cowards,
Cowards that we vow to fight.
Can you hear the wails
Of the little child over there?
Can you here it drown?
In the sea
Of gunshots and grenades.
She was someone’s mother,
She was someone’s friend,
She was someone’s daughter,
But now she’s dead,
Pay homage, respect her,
Fight for the blood spilt,
Make them pay for every tear,
For every single minute of fear,
Fight Mumbai, fight!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Our City of Dreams
The shot rings,
Travelling fast,
Through his heart,
And he falls down,
Gasping, heaving,
Wondering why,
He has to leave so soon.
The city’s struck,
The grenades roar,
Deafening,
The death tolls higher,
Life seeps away,
Blinding.
The children watch,
Helplessly,
As their parents succumb,
To death.
Lovers watch,
Screaming out loud,
As they see them fall,
To death.
The martyrs fight,
Till their last breath,
Till they surrender,
To death.
Heartless, ruthless,
They take the lives,
Opening fire,
Taking away the innocent,
Breaking homes,
Shattering hearts.
She watches, terrified,
Her eyes wide open,
Her 7 year old mind
Can’t understand it all,
Who are these people
Who have destroyed our city?
Why are they taking our lives?
Will she be awake the next day
To see the sun rise
And hear the birds chirp?
Or will she too,
Open her eyes,
Only to see the harsh lights,
Of a hospital room?
He looks fearfully,
At the masked terrorisers,
He wants to scream,
But his throat his dry,
He looks upward,
Praying to God,
Begging for forgiveness,
And hoping that,
At the end of the day,
He’ll be able to open his arms,
And welcome his family,
In a warm hug.
The tube inside her wrists hurt,
But not more than the gun,
Which is held to her head,
And the hand that muffles her screams,
Not more than
The piercing glare,
Of the terror that holds her hostage.
The policeman shoots,
He is duty-bound,
His love for his city,
Keeps him rooted to the spot,
As he jumps in front
Of a young child,
Who trembles and cowers
Behind his saviour,
And cries out,
As they image of his saviour,
Crumbling to death,
Is forever embedded in his mind.
This was our city of dreams,
But now,
It’s only a nightmare.
Travelling fast,
Through his heart,
And he falls down,
Gasping, heaving,
Wondering why,
He has to leave so soon.
The city’s struck,
The grenades roar,
Deafening,
The death tolls higher,
Life seeps away,
Blinding.
The children watch,
Helplessly,
As their parents succumb,
To death.
Lovers watch,
Screaming out loud,
As they see them fall,
To death.
The martyrs fight,
Till their last breath,
Till they surrender,
To death.
Heartless, ruthless,
They take the lives,
Opening fire,
Taking away the innocent,
Breaking homes,
Shattering hearts.
She watches, terrified,
Her eyes wide open,
Her 7 year old mind
Can’t understand it all,
Who are these people
Who have destroyed our city?
Why are they taking our lives?
Will she be awake the next day
To see the sun rise
And hear the birds chirp?
Or will she too,
Open her eyes,
Only to see the harsh lights,
Of a hospital room?
He looks fearfully,
At the masked terrorisers,
He wants to scream,
But his throat his dry,
He looks upward,
Praying to God,
Begging for forgiveness,
And hoping that,
At the end of the day,
He’ll be able to open his arms,
And welcome his family,
In a warm hug.
The tube inside her wrists hurt,
But not more than the gun,
Which is held to her head,
And the hand that muffles her screams,
Not more than
The piercing glare,
Of the terror that holds her hostage.
The policeman shoots,
He is duty-bound,
His love for his city,
Keeps him rooted to the spot,
As he jumps in front
Of a young child,
Who trembles and cowers
Behind his saviour,
And cries out,
As they image of his saviour,
Crumbling to death,
Is forever embedded in his mind.
This was our city of dreams,
But now,
It’s only a nightmare.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Stones
The sun sank slowly beyond the horizon... beyond her reach. Every passing minute widened the chasm and brought about an irrevocable change. The tears refused to come anymore, the blade refused to cut anymore, but her heart continued to bleed. Who could hear its screams in the midst of a thousand anguished souls? Who would listen to her cries of need, her need for another chance, her inability to turn back?
The water rushed up her ankles and wet her long, olive legs. The water surged faster, the tide rose, pushing her forward... the salted water licked her wounds, but it didn’t sting her anymore. Her body was numb, paralysed, frozen... broken. Her hair flew wildly in the breeze and her eyelids fluttered still. The waves brought in a hard, brown, jagged stone. She picked it up, held it in her palms and squeezed it tight, oblivious to the pain.
The memories played in her head... over and over again... taunting her, teasing her, mocking her. She wanted to reach out to those memories, change everything... anything... something. She lay down, looked up at the stars, and cried again.
She’d lost her boyfriend, but more importantly, she’d lost her best friend, the one person who she could confide into unwaveringly, confidently, immaterial of the subject... because he had loved her for who she was... he never was judgemental with her and she loved him for that.
She had preserved each memory of each day she’d spent with him... each moment of laughter and each fight... their first ‘I love you’s and their first kiss. It was special, their way of storing these memories. Each day she’d spent with him had been overpowered by one emotion... love. But this love took different forms every time.
On the mantelpiece, in a jar lay stones... stones of different colours, sizes and shapes. The pink, smooth ones for their happy days and at the centre lay a big, pink one, the shape of a heart, which they had miraculously found on the beach the day after he first said he loved her and she said she loved him too. There were small green ones which stood for the small arguments they had, they were pointed and sharp, but they filled in the gaps between the big pink ones, they made their relationship more wholesome. There were four purple ones, each one signifying a year completed and new year of togetherness.
She fell asleep under the stars as the tide slowly receded. The brown stone still stayed in her hands, clenched tightly, close to her heart. As she opened her eyes the next morning, she saw his face, haloed by the sun, his blue eyes twinkling, his features sharp, yet soft, smiling down at her extending his arms to help her up. She smiled at him and kissed him.
He held her for a minute and then he walked away... a receding figure, leaving behind no footprints for her to follow.
She walked home barefoot and placed the brown stone in the jar. The last stone.
She’d kept up to her promise. The last, brown, sharp stone embodied his entire life in it, now that he had finally succumbed to death; she’d only got the stones to keep.
The water rushed up her ankles and wet her long, olive legs. The water surged faster, the tide rose, pushing her forward... the salted water licked her wounds, but it didn’t sting her anymore. Her body was numb, paralysed, frozen... broken. Her hair flew wildly in the breeze and her eyelids fluttered still. The waves brought in a hard, brown, jagged stone. She picked it up, held it in her palms and squeezed it tight, oblivious to the pain.
The memories played in her head... over and over again... taunting her, teasing her, mocking her. She wanted to reach out to those memories, change everything... anything... something. She lay down, looked up at the stars, and cried again.
She’d lost her boyfriend, but more importantly, she’d lost her best friend, the one person who she could confide into unwaveringly, confidently, immaterial of the subject... because he had loved her for who she was... he never was judgemental with her and she loved him for that.
She had preserved each memory of each day she’d spent with him... each moment of laughter and each fight... their first ‘I love you’s and their first kiss. It was special, their way of storing these memories. Each day she’d spent with him had been overpowered by one emotion... love. But this love took different forms every time.
On the mantelpiece, in a jar lay stones... stones of different colours, sizes and shapes. The pink, smooth ones for their happy days and at the centre lay a big, pink one, the shape of a heart, which they had miraculously found on the beach the day after he first said he loved her and she said she loved him too. There were small green ones which stood for the small arguments they had, they were pointed and sharp, but they filled in the gaps between the big pink ones, they made their relationship more wholesome. There were four purple ones, each one signifying a year completed and new year of togetherness.
She fell asleep under the stars as the tide slowly receded. The brown stone still stayed in her hands, clenched tightly, close to her heart. As she opened her eyes the next morning, she saw his face, haloed by the sun, his blue eyes twinkling, his features sharp, yet soft, smiling down at her extending his arms to help her up. She smiled at him and kissed him.
He held her for a minute and then he walked away... a receding figure, leaving behind no footprints for her to follow.
She walked home barefoot and placed the brown stone in the jar. The last stone.
She’d kept up to her promise. The last, brown, sharp stone embodied his entire life in it, now that he had finally succumbed to death; she’d only got the stones to keep.
Broken
It fell. Silently. It plunged in silence. It wasn’t screaming, not this time round, it bled silently, numb, used. The void didn’t end, it was sucked in, whipped past emotions of pain, anger, hurt... and it continued to fall.
There were no tears, no pleading, no begging. She slowly turned to stone, as her heart fell, hardening, immunising itself to the hurt. The pain in it threatened to explode but she had held it down with a trembling hand, afraid to be exploited... again. Her black hair was plastered to her face. The rain hit her stiff shoulders like bullets, but it didn’t hurt this time... nothing seemed to hurt her anymore. Her black skirt whipped around her legs as she shivered... was it the cold or the pain? She knew no more.
She looked at the water below. A vastness which would accommodate her with ease. The rain created ripples in the water. And what more than a ripple could she be once she’d entered the sheet of water? Her hands were crossed tightly across her chest and her nails dug into her flesh. Small drops of blood mixed with the rain and ran down in little rivulets... down her arms. But who could see her heart as it bled so profusely?
It had frozen over, and it wouldn’t thaw anytime soon.
It was whipped, beaten, scratched and broken. Every single time she picked it up, fixed it with glue. Then he broke it... again. And she let him.
Love. Stupidity. Synonyms.
The sky was overcast and shadowed her heart. Hid the anguish and the suffering. It flickered between love and hate, pain and immunity. She smiled as she thought of him. It was fleeting. He was gone now. And this time it was permanent. He’d made the mistake again. And yet, she begged for his forgiveness... again. He walked away as she knelt, she looked at the ground and her hair hung limply like a curtain around her face, and she stained the red carpet maroon with her tears. And the stains would fade, like she’d faded from his heart.
She’d believed him when he said he’d never hurt her again.
“I’ll find someone else to play with” had been his parting words and they hit her like a blow in the stomach, sucking her breath away, leaving her gasping for breath and yet she clawed ineffectually in the air, trying to reach for his hand. She caught it and held it tight, close to her heart, but he just spat at her with disdain, snatched his hand and walked out of the door... not looking back once.
She sat there for what seemed like hours before her heart-wrenching sobs were reduced to hiccups. He was gone... for now and forever. She stood up, walked out, barefoot. Walked where her feet led her to. The bridge of course. Their place. They stood there for hours, watching the sun go down, wrapped in each other’s arms. Now there were only ghosts of those memories... and they haunted her, they’re long fingers wrapping themselves around her fragile body. Her heart was immune and hurting all at once.
He wasn’t worth the pain. He wasn’t worth her love and tears. She had to let go of him, leave his memories in a dark corner, forget him forever.
The rain started to let up. The sun’s rays slanted through the slits in the veil of clouds. It lit up her overshadowed face.
She was ready to start a new day, let go of her past. The sun started to thaw her heart. She walked away from the bridge. She was ready to pick up the pieces and stick them back with glue, never to be broken again.
There were no tears, no pleading, no begging. She slowly turned to stone, as her heart fell, hardening, immunising itself to the hurt. The pain in it threatened to explode but she had held it down with a trembling hand, afraid to be exploited... again. Her black hair was plastered to her face. The rain hit her stiff shoulders like bullets, but it didn’t hurt this time... nothing seemed to hurt her anymore. Her black skirt whipped around her legs as she shivered... was it the cold or the pain? She knew no more.
She looked at the water below. A vastness which would accommodate her with ease. The rain created ripples in the water. And what more than a ripple could she be once she’d entered the sheet of water? Her hands were crossed tightly across her chest and her nails dug into her flesh. Small drops of blood mixed with the rain and ran down in little rivulets... down her arms. But who could see her heart as it bled so profusely?
It had frozen over, and it wouldn’t thaw anytime soon.
It was whipped, beaten, scratched and broken. Every single time she picked it up, fixed it with glue. Then he broke it... again. And she let him.
Love. Stupidity. Synonyms.
The sky was overcast and shadowed her heart. Hid the anguish and the suffering. It flickered between love and hate, pain and immunity. She smiled as she thought of him. It was fleeting. He was gone now. And this time it was permanent. He’d made the mistake again. And yet, she begged for his forgiveness... again. He walked away as she knelt, she looked at the ground and her hair hung limply like a curtain around her face, and she stained the red carpet maroon with her tears. And the stains would fade, like she’d faded from his heart.
She’d believed him when he said he’d never hurt her again.
“I’ll find someone else to play with” had been his parting words and they hit her like a blow in the stomach, sucking her breath away, leaving her gasping for breath and yet she clawed ineffectually in the air, trying to reach for his hand. She caught it and held it tight, close to her heart, but he just spat at her with disdain, snatched his hand and walked out of the door... not looking back once.
She sat there for what seemed like hours before her heart-wrenching sobs were reduced to hiccups. He was gone... for now and forever. She stood up, walked out, barefoot. Walked where her feet led her to. The bridge of course. Their place. They stood there for hours, watching the sun go down, wrapped in each other’s arms. Now there were only ghosts of those memories... and they haunted her, they’re long fingers wrapping themselves around her fragile body. Her heart was immune and hurting all at once.
He wasn’t worth the pain. He wasn’t worth her love and tears. She had to let go of him, leave his memories in a dark corner, forget him forever.
The rain started to let up. The sun’s rays slanted through the slits in the veil of clouds. It lit up her overshadowed face.
She was ready to start a new day, let go of her past. The sun started to thaw her heart. She walked away from the bridge. She was ready to pick up the pieces and stick them back with glue, never to be broken again.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Goodbye... to us
When you said you’d be with me forever
I believed it was the gospel truth
Falling like a naive old fool for your talks
Ensnared in your web of deceit
I could never escape, floundering around
Hoping to see the light of the day
With your arm around me tight
Telling me it would be okay.
But I hoped too much
And it still is dark, I can’t see a thing
I’m falling apart, no one can catch me
I’m breaking to pieces, no one to hold me
I think I just died... for the millionth time.
Your lips just move, I can hear no words
My ears are deaf to your rants and raves
I can hear no more, I wish not to
And I turn away, walk away
From a lifetime of lies, deceit and hate
From you, from me, from us.
Everyday hurts too much
Every breath widens the void within me
Every heartbeat keeps me alive
When I only want to die... again.
Was I wrong to believe you,
When you said you loved me unto death
Was I wrong to give my heart to you
Only so that you could ruthlessly stamp on it
And give it back, devoid of love?
You said you loved me, I know you did
But was your love not strong enough
To withstand the storm that the world created
Or did you just not love me enough
To understand that I was different.
How could you think I loved someone else
When I only live for you
How could you say that a stranger understood you
More than your other half did?
I wish for you so hard, so bad
I wish to run back into your arms,
I want you with every part of my being,
If only you asked me once
I promised I would be yours.
People say I’m a fool to love you,
To come running back to you,
People say you’re a bigger fool to let me go away,
But I can say with so much conviction,
That I am the fool to let you go
And you’re the fool to love me so.
It was my picture perfect relationship,
My anchor, my support, my life, my love
The mention of your name brightened up my face,
The sound of your voice lighted up my day.
Its sad how this relationship of love
Can be reduced to petty formalities,
How your absence can choke me so,
And make me want to kill myself
Slit my wrists, take some pills, jump of a building
Or just lie in bed, waiting for death to consume me.
Your words hurt me, sting me,
The curtness gnaws at my very being,
The flow of tears never ebbs, never fades, never ends
The hurt you caused me never went, never will.
Time can never erase the pain,
It only makes it fade away,
Leaving behind a faint glimmer of a romance
That had eternally changed my life
Left me weaker, made me stronger,
Made me see the other side of life
And made me realise,
The grass on the other side is never greener.
Yes it was bliss when you were there by my side
Yes I could smile every minute of my life
Yes it was the best two months of my life
But soon you’ll only be a memory,
A distant, faraway memory
That will bring a smile to my face sometimes,
And will make me resolute,
Will make me stronger to fight the world,
To stand up to all that I fear without running away.
I thank you, it’s heartfelt, for all the love,
The immense support and the times you held my tears
And made me smile, wider than ever before.
I promise you I won’t be bitter over this relationship,
I promise you I won’t hate you for what you did,
Because if you killed the relationship,
I killed it too.
We’ve reached too far, beyond the point of redemption,
And now I realise, that I wouldn’t come back
Even if you begged, not because I don’t love,
That I always will,
But because it would hurt you again,
It would hurt me again
And most of all, we’ll never be the same again,
Never have the innocence that our relationship used to have.
And this time I won’t blame you or me,
I won’t blame time and I won’t blame circumstances,
There’s nothing to blame for the mess we’re in,
Only leave it up to fate and destiny.
You’re the best thing that happened to me baby,
And there will be many more things to come,
Don’t think I’m leaving you and turning away,
Because when you need me, I’ll be by you,
Being your best friend, your anchor, your shoulder to cry,
And I promise to be there at your wedding too,
Smiling the widest, eyes brimmed with tears,
Telling the girl, how lucky she is to have you.
I might have lost the man I love,
But I won’t lose my best friend too,
I mightn’t talk to you for days on end,
But don’t think I’ve forgotten you,
Because you forgot those who are not special to you,
And you take the spotlight in my heart,
Not as a lover, but as a best friend too.
And I’ll keep up to the promises I once made to you,
I’ll hold back the tears till the refuse to come,
I’ll hold back the pain till it hurts no more,
I promise myself I won’t think of you
Whenever I do what we used to do,
And I promise to smile when I think of you,
And not let loose a dam of tears
Because with every tear, I lose a memory of you,
And I will hold you close, even when I stop loving you.
I believed it was the gospel truth
Falling like a naive old fool for your talks
Ensnared in your web of deceit
I could never escape, floundering around
Hoping to see the light of the day
With your arm around me tight
Telling me it would be okay.
But I hoped too much
And it still is dark, I can’t see a thing
I’m falling apart, no one can catch me
I’m breaking to pieces, no one to hold me
I think I just died... for the millionth time.
Your lips just move, I can hear no words
My ears are deaf to your rants and raves
I can hear no more, I wish not to
And I turn away, walk away
From a lifetime of lies, deceit and hate
From you, from me, from us.
Everyday hurts too much
Every breath widens the void within me
Every heartbeat keeps me alive
When I only want to die... again.
Was I wrong to believe you,
When you said you loved me unto death
Was I wrong to give my heart to you
Only so that you could ruthlessly stamp on it
And give it back, devoid of love?
You said you loved me, I know you did
But was your love not strong enough
To withstand the storm that the world created
Or did you just not love me enough
To understand that I was different.
How could you think I loved someone else
When I only live for you
How could you say that a stranger understood you
More than your other half did?
I wish for you so hard, so bad
I wish to run back into your arms,
I want you with every part of my being,
If only you asked me once
I promised I would be yours.
People say I’m a fool to love you,
To come running back to you,
People say you’re a bigger fool to let me go away,
But I can say with so much conviction,
That I am the fool to let you go
And you’re the fool to love me so.
It was my picture perfect relationship,
My anchor, my support, my life, my love
The mention of your name brightened up my face,
The sound of your voice lighted up my day.
Its sad how this relationship of love
Can be reduced to petty formalities,
How your absence can choke me so,
And make me want to kill myself
Slit my wrists, take some pills, jump of a building
Or just lie in bed, waiting for death to consume me.
Your words hurt me, sting me,
The curtness gnaws at my very being,
The flow of tears never ebbs, never fades, never ends
The hurt you caused me never went, never will.
Time can never erase the pain,
It only makes it fade away,
Leaving behind a faint glimmer of a romance
That had eternally changed my life
Left me weaker, made me stronger,
Made me see the other side of life
And made me realise,
The grass on the other side is never greener.
Yes it was bliss when you were there by my side
Yes I could smile every minute of my life
Yes it was the best two months of my life
But soon you’ll only be a memory,
A distant, faraway memory
That will bring a smile to my face sometimes,
And will make me resolute,
Will make me stronger to fight the world,
To stand up to all that I fear without running away.
I thank you, it’s heartfelt, for all the love,
The immense support and the times you held my tears
And made me smile, wider than ever before.
I promise you I won’t be bitter over this relationship,
I promise you I won’t hate you for what you did,
Because if you killed the relationship,
I killed it too.
We’ve reached too far, beyond the point of redemption,
And now I realise, that I wouldn’t come back
Even if you begged, not because I don’t love,
That I always will,
But because it would hurt you again,
It would hurt me again
And most of all, we’ll never be the same again,
Never have the innocence that our relationship used to have.
And this time I won’t blame you or me,
I won’t blame time and I won’t blame circumstances,
There’s nothing to blame for the mess we’re in,
Only leave it up to fate and destiny.
You’re the best thing that happened to me baby,
And there will be many more things to come,
Don’t think I’m leaving you and turning away,
Because when you need me, I’ll be by you,
Being your best friend, your anchor, your shoulder to cry,
And I promise to be there at your wedding too,
Smiling the widest, eyes brimmed with tears,
Telling the girl, how lucky she is to have you.
I might have lost the man I love,
But I won’t lose my best friend too,
I mightn’t talk to you for days on end,
But don’t think I’ve forgotten you,
Because you forgot those who are not special to you,
And you take the spotlight in my heart,
Not as a lover, but as a best friend too.
And I’ll keep up to the promises I once made to you,
I’ll hold back the tears till the refuse to come,
I’ll hold back the pain till it hurts no more,
I promise myself I won’t think of you
Whenever I do what we used to do,
And I promise to smile when I think of you,
And not let loose a dam of tears
Because with every tear, I lose a memory of you,
And I will hold you close, even when I stop loving you.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Teardrops
The teardrops fall, ever so fast,
They escape my eyes
Even though I try to hold them prisoner,
And they fall and they fall and they fall.
Stop the pain, the wounds, the tears,
I need to run away from here,
I need to be all by myself,
Is it that difficult to understand what I said?
So leave me alone,
With my hurt and my tears,
Stop trying to be so nice,
Because I can see through that facade.
They look at me and pat my cheek,
Tell me it’ll be fine,
That time will heal the wounds,
But how can it because with you gone, time has stopped.
They took away my life from me
And they expected me to keep breathing,
They took away my heartbeat
And they urged my heart to keep on beating.
You never took a part of my heart with you,
Because with you rests my entire being,
You’re my drug, my ecstasy, my high,
Because only you could make me smile.
I’m sick of listening to their rants,
I’m tired of being their obedient dog,
I’m dying inside, without you by my side,
And only you can revive me now.
The tears continue to fall,
They’ve soaked my clothes now,
Each tear, a replica of the memories of you,
But I won’t let them escape, because it’s all that I have left of you.
I let the pain flow slowly,
The teardrops fall on the grass
And turn into dew,
And I slowly start to let go of you.
They escape my eyes
Even though I try to hold them prisoner,
And they fall and they fall and they fall.
Stop the pain, the wounds, the tears,
I need to run away from here,
I need to be all by myself,
Is it that difficult to understand what I said?
So leave me alone,
With my hurt and my tears,
Stop trying to be so nice,
Because I can see through that facade.
They look at me and pat my cheek,
Tell me it’ll be fine,
That time will heal the wounds,
But how can it because with you gone, time has stopped.
They took away my life from me
And they expected me to keep breathing,
They took away my heartbeat
And they urged my heart to keep on beating.
You never took a part of my heart with you,
Because with you rests my entire being,
You’re my drug, my ecstasy, my high,
Because only you could make me smile.
I’m sick of listening to their rants,
I’m tired of being their obedient dog,
I’m dying inside, without you by my side,
And only you can revive me now.
The tears continue to fall,
They’ve soaked my clothes now,
Each tear, a replica of the memories of you,
But I won’t let them escape, because it’s all that I have left of you.
I let the pain flow slowly,
The teardrops fall on the grass
And turn into dew,
And I slowly start to let go of you.
Srushti Iyer.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Titanic No More
The weeping mast droops down so slightly
I could have almost overlooked it,
But as I look on, watching it lose slowly,
I see it... it’s almost like me, a lone, sinking ship.
The shoulder droops, ever so lightly,
The face begins to lose its spark,
The smile falters and the eyelids droop,
And I sink, steady and slow.
This is no Titanic,
There is no love, no holding hands
And no kissing in the rain,
This... is my lone sinking ship and you can’t pull me through.
You are my anchor no more,
You can’t save me anymore,
You are the block that dented my ship,
You broke down my Titanic and made it my Titanic no more.
Don’t try and repair it now
With that little patch of love,
Because, no matter what anyone says,
To cure a hurt, you need as much love.
Walk away, ignorantly blissful, or so to you it seems,
Because when you know that you broke me down,
I promise you, you’ll crumble too,
Two sinking ships, in the dark blue sea, with no anchor to save you.
I could have almost overlooked it,
But as I look on, watching it lose slowly,
I see it... it’s almost like me, a lone, sinking ship.
The shoulder droops, ever so lightly,
The face begins to lose its spark,
The smile falters and the eyelids droop,
And I sink, steady and slow.
This is no Titanic,
There is no love, no holding hands
And no kissing in the rain,
This... is my lone sinking ship and you can’t pull me through.
You are my anchor no more,
You can’t save me anymore,
You are the block that dented my ship,
You broke down my Titanic and made it my Titanic no more.
Don’t try and repair it now
With that little patch of love,
Because, no matter what anyone says,
To cure a hurt, you need as much love.
Walk away, ignorantly blissful, or so to you it seems,
Because when you know that you broke me down,
I promise you, you’ll crumble too,
Two sinking ships, in the dark blue sea, with no anchor to save you.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
She's Scared
The night flashes violently in her raven eyes,
The thunder crashes shatteringly in her dark voice,
The glint of a knife, it slashes through, a wrist is cut
And she wishes to end it all.
She’s hoarse with screaming, for justice, for peace,
She’s tired of combating the evils that lurk
In the darkness of the corridors,
She’s scared that her childhood nightmares shall come true.
She’s scared of the monster that has taken up
Permanent residence under her bed,
She’s scared that he’ll rise and kill her at night,
She’s scared that she’ll never wake up from this nightmare.
She’s scared of the threats, the hatred the lies and tears,
She’s scared to tell the truth behind those fears,
She’s scared of those years spent in anguish and suffering,
She’s scared he’ll take his revenge someday.
For years she doesn’t say a word, writhing and dying inside,
Tormented and tortured by those very nightmares,
Hoping to break free soon, very soon,
Escape from this world of hatred and malice.
The blood flows freely from her open wrists,
It’s deep, red colour soaks her clothes,
Her tears stream down her face and mix with the blood,
And finally, at last, she’s free.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Rant
Okay, so here I am in school.. With nothing to do.. Nothing, zilch, nada... *blergh*.. It's almost sickeningly pissing off how sitting alone in school can get.. Especially when you gotta wait 23 more minutes for your stupid friends to come. And it is all my fault.. *grr*.. I just forgot to call my driver and had to come by bus.. And now I wait.. till it is nine... OH PLEASE HURRY UP!! So here I am, all alone in the LC of my school.. For all you geniuses who don't know what the hell an LC is, in layman's terms, it is a library.. Normally, this place is my haven, oh yeah it is... But I'm pissed today, oh am I super pissed.. Because some blasted moron has decided to borrow a book and hasn't returned it in a millenium.. AND I WANT TO READ IT!! *grrrr*.. or wait make that a double *grrrr*.. Okay, I know that to most of you I mightn't be making mighty sense but stick with it, because this is how I write.. Yes I'm Very random :)..
Oh great.. I re-deviated.. But then again, when does my blog EVER end up being about the subject it is supposed to.. Except well, maybe those poems et al.. But that's just..... different.. And so now, the matter at hand is that I'm super duper mega bored ^ infinity.. Okay wow! 15 more minutes.. Yeah you got it.. I'm so trying to be enthusiastic about a not-so-enthusiastic situation.. Boo! Who cares?
All I care is that I got 14 more minutes.. Oh I really wish my friends would get their asses here... fast... and save me and you the torture.. But I doubt you might have reached upto here.. Rather you'd be fuming about what a waste of time this blog is... But trust me, the rest of it isn't a tad bit like this.. It's much more interesting!
Oh great.. I re-deviated.. But then again, when does my blog EVER end up being about the subject it is supposed to.. Except well, maybe those poems et al.. But that's just..... different.. And so now, the matter at hand is that I'm super duper mega bored ^ infinity.. Okay wow! 15 more minutes.. Yeah you got it.. I'm so trying to be enthusiastic about a not-so-enthusiastic situation.. Boo! Who cares?
All I care is that I got 14 more minutes.. Oh I really wish my friends would get their asses here... fast... and save me and you the torture.. But I doubt you might have reached upto here.. Rather you'd be fuming about what a waste of time this blog is... But trust me, the rest of it isn't a tad bit like this.. It's much more interesting!
Okay great! 10 more minutes!
AARRRRGHHH!! I can bear this no more!! *behaves dramatic*.. I shall take your leave now.. Pardon me for chewing your brains (they weren't tasty.. nuh-uh.. all gooey and rubbery and sticky.. and ewwww :P)
Well au revoir.. Toodles :)
P.S.: I got 8 minutes left :D
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
A few funny things.. Here and there...
Okay, this comes right out of a joke site.. www.fukkad.com ... Yes, pathetic as it sounds, it is quite hilarious :D
So cheers to laughter :)
Classic things to say when stressed!
1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!"
2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!"
3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"
4. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up"
5. "Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"
6. "Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."
7. "Do I look like a fucking people person!"
8. "This isn't an office. It's HELL with fluorescent lighting"
9. "I started out with nothing still have most of it left"
10. "I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me"
11. "YOU!!... off my planet!!!"
12. "Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose"
13. "Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control"
14. "Errors have been made. Others will be blamed"
15. "And your cry-baby, whiny-assed opinion would be.....?"
16. "I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years."
17. "Sarcasm is just one more service I offer."
18. "Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed"
19. "Do they ever shut up on your planet?"
20. "I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable"
21. "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep yet"
22. "Back off!! You're standing in my aura."
23. "Don't worry. I forgot your name too."
24. "I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?"
25. "I work 45 hours a week to be this poor."
26. "Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it."
27. "Not all men are annoying. Some are dead."
28. "Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality"
29. "Chaos, panic and disorder . . . my work here is done."
30. "Ambivalent? Well yes and no."
31. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"
32. "Earth is full. Go home."
33. "Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"
34. "I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert."
35. "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."
36. "You are depriving some village of an idiot."
37. "If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport."
Fruitful Confession !
Sean goes to confession and says to the priest, "Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my last confession, and in that time I have committed the sin of adultery."
"Who was it with?" the priest asks, "Was it Brigitte O'Hara?"
Sean says, "I'm sorry Father, but I can't tell you who it was with."
The priest says, "I'll bet it was with that hussy, Mary O'Houlihan!"
Sean says, "I'm sorry Father, but I really can't tell you who it was."
The priest says, "Was it that Rose O'Connell?"
Sean responds, "I've told you already Father, I can't reveal who it was."
"You're a wicked man Sean O'Reilly," the priest says. "Say six Hail Marys and don't let me hear that you've transgressed again!"
As he is walking home, Sean bumps into his friend Seamus. "Sean!" he says, "How are you doin'? Is it the Church you'll be coming from?"
Sean says, "Aye Seamus, I've just been to confession."
"How was it?" Seamus asks.
"Oh, not too bad," Sean answers. "I got six Hail Marys and three good leads!"
Indian shoots Buffalo in Bar!
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other.
He says to the waiter: "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure, Chief. Coming right up."
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns.
He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.
He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Want coffee."
The waiter says "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and proudly says..
"Training for position in United States Congress:
Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull,
leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."
Yes, I still find 'em funny.. So fuck you :)
Cheers xx
So cheers to laughter :)
Classic things to say when stressed!
1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!"
2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!"
3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"
4. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up"
5. "Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"
6. "Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."
7. "Do I look like a fucking people person!"
8. "This isn't an office. It's HELL with fluorescent lighting"
9. "I started out with nothing still have most of it left"
10. "I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me"
11. "YOU!!... off my planet!!!"
12. "Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose"
13. "Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control"
14. "Errors have been made. Others will be blamed"
15. "And your cry-baby, whiny-assed opinion would be.....?"
16. "I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years."
17. "Sarcasm is just one more service I offer."
18. "Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed"
19. "Do they ever shut up on your planet?"
20. "I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable"
21. "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep yet"
22. "Back off!! You're standing in my aura."
23. "Don't worry. I forgot your name too."
24. "I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?"
25. "I work 45 hours a week to be this poor."
26. "Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it."
27. "Not all men are annoying. Some are dead."
28. "Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality"
29. "Chaos, panic and disorder . . . my work here is done."
30. "Ambivalent? Well yes and no."
31. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"
32. "Earth is full. Go home."
33. "Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"
34. "I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert."
35. "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."
36. "You are depriving some village of an idiot."
37. "If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport."
Fruitful Confession !
Sean goes to confession and says to the priest, "Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been three weeks since my last confession, and in that time I have committed the sin of adultery."
"Who was it with?" the priest asks, "Was it Brigitte O'Hara?"
Sean says, "I'm sorry Father, but I can't tell you who it was with."
The priest says, "I'll bet it was with that hussy, Mary O'Houlihan!"
Sean says, "I'm sorry Father, but I really can't tell you who it was."
The priest says, "Was it that Rose O'Connell?"
Sean responds, "I've told you already Father, I can't reveal who it was."
"You're a wicked man Sean O'Reilly," the priest says. "Say six Hail Marys and don't let me hear that you've transgressed again!"
As he is walking home, Sean bumps into his friend Seamus. "Sean!" he says, "How are you doin'? Is it the Church you'll be coming from?"
Sean says, "Aye Seamus, I've just been to confession."
"How was it?" Seamus asks.
"Oh, not too bad," Sean answers. "I got six Hail Marys and three good leads!"
Indian shoots Buffalo in Bar!
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other.
He says to the waiter: "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure, Chief. Coming right up."
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns.
He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.
He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Want coffee."
The waiter says "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and proudly says..
"Training for position in United States Congress:
Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull,
leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."
Yes, I still find 'em funny.. So fuck you :)
Cheers xx
Mes Amants
Le soleil au cœur,
Me fait sourire.
L’amour dans ta voix
Me donne le plaisir,
Mettant mes mains dans les tiens,
Et avec tes yeux aux miens,
Nous tombons en amour.
Danse avec moi, mon chéri.
Au dessous de la Lune,
Traverse avec moi sur l’arc de ciel,
Adore moi comme je t’adore.
Dis-moi des petites choses
Qui me fait rire.
Assure-moi, que dans notre vie
Tu me n’abandonneras jamais,
Dis-moi quand je te demande
Si tu m’adores.
Tu es la raison de ma vie,
Et ta mort sera la raison pour la mienne.
Alors ne vas pas sans moi,
Parce que j’ai besoin de toi.
Bise-moi au dessous du soleil,
Prends-moi dans tes bras,
Et dis-moi que ça sera mieux,
Parce que tu es près de moi.
Tu es mon inspiration,
Tu me donnes le sens d’être contente,
Alors, prends-moi dans tes bras,
Parce que, sans toi,
Je vois des larmes dans les yeux de ma vie,
Et avec toi,
Ma vie rit toujours.
Alors, ne cherche pas
Pour ton coin de paradis,
Parce que c’est près de toi,
Avec moi.
Srushti Iyer,
13th May, 2008.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Knight in Shining Armour
Maybe I wished too hard for you,
Maybe destiny played a game,
Maybe I’m just not made for you,
Maybe you’re just not mine.
Unknown to you is the fact, that you’re a part of me,
Your ignorance scalds my soul deeply,
And my gashes cry for your love,
So then, I pray my love… come and sooth my hurt.
Gallop upon a dark, glorious horse,
Whip me off my feet,
Be my night in shining armour,
Take me to a different world.
The sun plays around the deep grey clouds,
And I catch few glimpses of your face,
My heart is melting, my soul relenting,
As I wish to run into your arms.
Take me into your arms my love,
Somewhere far away,
Away from our mundane and pitiable life
Far into the sun.
Hold me tight, in the starry night,
As I lose myself in your eyes,
Let the soft rain melt away the pain,
And reunite us forever more.
I call out to you, again and again,
But you simply look through me now,
And as I try to hold you back,
You just turn away and run.
What did I do to bear such rancour,
Why do you ignore me so,
Listen to me for once my love,
It’s all I ask of you.
Don’t I deserve your love,
When I already gave you mine,
What more do you want from me my love,
Just say it and it’s yours.
A lifetime has passed, maybe two,
And I wait relentlessly for you,
Hoping that you’ll come one day,
And take me into your arms.
I’m tired of sitting in idle hope,
I’ve waited for an eternity now,
As you’ve ruthlessly crushed my heart,
Maybe you don’t deserve me anymore,
Because it’s over now.
I thank you, my dear,
For all the pain, the anger, fury and hate,
Thank you for making me realize,
That you’re not worth the tears and pain.
Sorry guys.. This might not have come out too well.. But it's an addiction... I gotta put everything I write on this blasted blog :P...
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Salvage me, my love
Escape into the night,
Away from all the pain that tears me,
Away from all the wounds.
I’m all alone, no doubt I am,
Sick of the pretentious cronies,
I wish to be left alone,
But I wish you to rescue me.
When the world touches me I scald,
But when you touch me I heal,
Hold me tight and heal my pain,
Because with you around, I need no one.
I’m sick of crying, screaming myself hoarse
When no one’s ready to hear me,
I need you salvage me from here,
Eliminate my pain.
Hear my pleas as I cry for you,
Because I’m running out of strength,
I call out for you as the energy drains,
But you’re nowhere in sight.
I feel alone, I am alone,
Left to fend my fears unaided,
And yet again, I call out to you,
But I only hear an echo.
The tears dry slowly on my face,
I’ve been waiting for you for years now,
Foolishly hoping to see your face,
How innocent and naïve I am.
The world is cruel, it always was,
Heedless of my pain and agony,
It continues to walk past me, as I sit alone
Searching for your face silently.
I know you’re never going to come
And rescue me from my pain,
And so I’m left to simply dream of you,
And smile my nights away.
The cacophony surrounds me,
Making me want to escape,
Escape my fate maybe,
And look for an easier way.
There has to be a way out,
A way that will lead me to you,
I shall relentlessly look for it,
Until, one day, when I find you.
A PROMISE BROKEN ~ TWO HEARTS BROKEN
She made a promise that she’d meet him. She meant to keep it… she really did. But she couldn’t, she just couldn’t. The thought of meeting him sent chills down her spine not because she found him repulsive… but because she was scared that he’d run away when he saw her. They had built an unimaginably strong friendship based on random talking… chatting on the internet, talking on the phone… and she didn’t want to lose this friendship, she didn’t want to lose him because of her complete incapacity to match up to the stunning looks of all the girls that flocked around him and chanted his name. She didn’t want to lose him because he had come to become one of the most integral parts of her life. She didn’t want to lose that very friendship which had pulled her out of depression when the hardest of times had fallen upon her.
She wept each night, regretting the loss that would befall her very soon… because she knew he would walk away one day, not because she was ugly, but because she had lied to him, assured him falsely that she would meet him when she knew she didn’t have the spine in her to do that… she cried because she was robbed of one of the few things that she could rely on… she was robbed of him… she cried because of her stupidity… she cried because she couldn’t face him and tell him the truth… she cried because she felt like a bitch.
Her head was nuzzled deep into the pillow which was wet with the copious tears that had escaped her hazel eyes that night. Her lips were slightly parted and her head was filled with confusing images… this wasn’t a novelty, no, quite the opposite instead. She had reconciled herself to crying herself to sleep every night… and that night was no different.
The wind lashed violently through the windows and the moon shone in a patchwork design through the dancing leaves onto her face. She was tangled in her long tresses and her body was hunched up into a tiny ball. His face was a predominant part of every dream and she could only think of him… she sighed wistfully and slowly, his name escaped from those very lips, “Kabir”.
She woke up the next morning, her eyes swollen and puffy and her heart heavy with remorse… as usual. She slowly turned her head to stare at the frustratingly loud and piercing beeps of her alarm clock. She sat up straight in bed and leaned her head mournfully against the head rest of the bed and slowly, invariably and uncontrollably, his face seeped into her memories, and even though she knew she should be feeling guilt, just the though of him made a smile play on her lips.
She climbed off the bed, his face still freshly sewn into the recesses of her mind. She dragged through her morning routine of bathing and getting ready to catch the school bus, but even for a moment, she didn’t manage to escape from the image of his face which continued to haunt her… asleep or awake. She sat in the corner, like a social reject (which she wasn’t… everyone talked to her which much enthusiasm but she simply nodded her head in a simple yes or no). She thought of him all day. Her friends reminded her time and again that her life didn’t revolve around Kabir but she never relented. They weren’t the ones who pulled her out of her state of depression… they weren’t the ones who had encouraged her to go on when she had become weak… and most of all, they weren’t the ones who would be losing a part of their lives.
He felt hurt too… immensely hurt. But he was a guy and he quickly learned to desensitise himself from the hurt that she was causing him… because he believed that she was intentionally hurting him. That was because he couldn’t see through all her phoney excuses… more importantly, maybe he didn’t want to. He used to go to her society everyday and whenever he passed by her house he’d look in just to catch a glimpse of her… and he’d see her smiling and walk away… he thought she was happy without him and he tried to be happy without her… but he never realised that he was the reason for her smile, and maybe, he never would.
He talked to her online every single day… every time… every single time, she gave him an excuse and soon enough he lost all his faith in her… she lost her ability to talk endlessly to him… they were reduced simply to the formal “hi” and “bye”. She wept for her loss and she was tired of giving him excuses… she was tired of him having given up on her… she was tired of it all… she really wished he knew what really went through her mind when she talked to him… but she couldn’t… not because it was untrue… but because she was a coward and would always be.
She seemed the morbid and dark kind to many of her friends and acquaintances. They called her attention-seeking, they called her depressed… they always left her out because she seemed like a pessimist and they thought she’d perpetually dampen their happy moments. But she still loved them… she would continue to love them till the very end.
She thought of him always and she knew she would remain guilty and remorseful of what a bitch she was… she really wanted to tell him how she felt… and it was for this reason that she wrote this story.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Be Mine
As every moment is passed in thought of you,
I can’t seem to forget you, not for a second,
Because I love you truly my dear.
Be mine I say, be mine,
I need you and you need me,
So I plead you to be mine,
And let us ride away into the night.
Hold me in your arms,
Hold me tight, because I might just slip away,
Be with me when I call your name,
Kiss away my pain.
Hold my hand, fight the ghosts,
Erase my fears and stop my tears,
Believe me even if the world does not,
‘Cause, trust me, I’d never lie to you.
You fill me with a feeling
So inexplicable and deep,
Because whenever I look at you,
I get lost forever, in your dark eyes.
We’re made for each other,
You know we are,
We’d be so perfect together,
So I pray you to be mine.
I think of you all the time, day or night
It’s only you that I think of when I’m awake,
It’s only you that I dream of when I’m sleeping,
Stay with me forever now,
And make my dreams come true.
I plead to you, look into your heart,
Close your eyes and let the rays fall on your face,
Because when you do so honey,
You’ll see the face of you’re love,
And I hope that it is me, my love.
Hold me now, I love you truly,
Be mine… hold me under the milky twilight,
Kiss me as we dance the night away,
And kiss my pain away.
Srushti Iyer,
7th May, 2008.
Monday, May 5, 2008
I Pray You Set Me Free
I don't ask for pity, no I don't,
I only pray you hear me out,
Don't misjudge me by what the world says,
Because I love you unconditionally, forever always,
Eyelids aflutter, I see your face,
As it has always been etched in my mind,
You run through my dreams, tear me apart,
But if you can't be mine, then I pray you set me free.
I love you truly, we can't change that,
So if you don't love me back,
Don't dismiss me.. I just pray you set me free.
I wish to forget you, but you know I can't,
'Cause you're forever etched in my heart,
So don't leave me, don't rip me apart.
I feel like I'm at the mercy of a ferocious dog,
As you long to tear me to a million pieces
Tear my conscience, bathe in my tears
Throw salt on my wounds as I writhe in pain,
I can't bear this, no I can't,
So I pray you set me free.
You don't hear me, no you don't,
As you bask in the sunshine of sweet joy,
The joy that I gave up when I met you,
You robbed me of it all.
Sleepless are the nights when I think of you,
Disassemble your every phrase,
Maybe to find a hidden love,
But nothing comes forth and I'm forced
To believe that you've nothing to do with me.
I need you to release me, you know I do,
But unknown to me is the perverse pleasure
You attain from keeping me prisoner.
If you were human, if you ever cared,
I'd hope you set me free.
My love for you is like a drug,
That sends me on an ecstatic high
Far into the deep blue sky,
But as I gaze and look down at you,
The pain that sears me then
Makes the thrust of a dagger seem like a feather,
So I say, if you can't accept me, my love,
I pray you set me free.
I only pray you hear me out,
Don't misjudge me by what the world says,
Because I love you unconditionally, forever always,
Eyelids aflutter, I see your face,
As it has always been etched in my mind,
You run through my dreams, tear me apart,
But if you can't be mine, then I pray you set me free.
I love you truly, we can't change that,
So if you don't love me back,
Don't dismiss me.. I just pray you set me free.
I wish to forget you, but you know I can't,
'Cause you're forever etched in my heart,
So don't leave me, don't rip me apart.
I feel like I'm at the mercy of a ferocious dog,
As you long to tear me to a million pieces
Tear my conscience, bathe in my tears
Throw salt on my wounds as I writhe in pain,
I can't bear this, no I can't,
So I pray you set me free.
You don't hear me, no you don't,
As you bask in the sunshine of sweet joy,
The joy that I gave up when I met you,
You robbed me of it all.
Sleepless are the nights when I think of you,
Disassemble your every phrase,
Maybe to find a hidden love,
But nothing comes forth and I'm forced
To believe that you've nothing to do with me.
I need you to release me, you know I do,
But unknown to me is the perverse pleasure
You attain from keeping me prisoner.
If you were human, if you ever cared,
I'd hope you set me free.
My love for you is like a drug,
That sends me on an ecstatic high
Far into the deep blue sky,
But as I gaze and look down at you,
The pain that sears me then
Makes the thrust of a dagger seem like a feather,
So I say, if you can't accept me, my love,
I pray you set me free.
Srushti Iyer,
5th May, 2008
5th May, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Why I should NEVER make a blog!
Geez! Blogs are so super duper addictive. Now look at me... what kind of a moron updates their blog every single day? Answer is... me, Srushti Iyer. :|
I mean, I have my board exams in 11 days... ELEVEN DAYS!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! WHY AM I STILL BLOGGING?
Answer is.. IT'S AN ADDICTION! Okay.. I'm screaming way too much for my own liking.. And for the liking of my poor little vocal chords :|.
Well here I am.. Finishing this stupid blog entry because as I told you, I AM FUCKING ADDICTED.. Oh God! There's just something about these stupid blogs that make me abuse like a nut! Not like nuts abuse or anything.. Okay.. What AM Is saying? :S
Another reason I shouldn't make blogs.. I tend to confuzzle myself :|
Well blogs are addictive.. VERY addictive.. See.. I have nothing to write but I continue to write a load of bullshit!! Grr..
Okay.. I must resist.. I have to stop..
Toodles.. Shall keep updating you :)
I mean, I have my board exams in 11 days... ELEVEN DAYS!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! WHY AM I STILL BLOGGING?
Answer is.. IT'S AN ADDICTION! Okay.. I'm screaming way too much for my own liking.. And for the liking of my poor little vocal chords :|.
Well here I am.. Finishing this stupid blog entry because as I told you, I AM FUCKING ADDICTED.. Oh God! There's just something about these stupid blogs that make me abuse like a nut! Not like nuts abuse or anything.. Okay.. What AM Is saying? :S
Another reason I shouldn't make blogs.. I tend to confuzzle myself :|
Well blogs are addictive.. VERY addictive.. See.. I have nothing to write but I continue to write a load of bullshit!! Grr..
Okay.. I must resist.. I have to stop..
Toodles.. Shall keep updating you :)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Why studies should be eliminated from the fucking world!
This is a simple straightforward venting out of my intense dislike for studies. Yes they bloody suck. To the core. I can't bear studying for longer than 1 hour at a stretch and that is fucking bad. Especially since I have my board exams in one week. ONE WEEK! Fuck!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH *runs around screaming liked a crazed woman*.
*breathes... VERY DEEP*.. Okay.. I'm okay now. So as I was saying... Wait... what WAS I saying? Oh yaa...
Exams are a bloody pain in the ass. Like seriously. Any person who disagrees has got to be the world's biggest nerd. No seriously!
I mean what with coursework and all, do they actually expect to us to fucking do truckloads of coursework and on TOP of that expect us score well in our exams? What are we for fuck's sake? Einstein?
Okay I know I'm a little over the top today and I'm abusing a tad more than usual.. Sorry. But I'm really frustrated!
I'm sick of studying. I feel so saturated. My hands hurt from writing and my head hurts from the amount of information! I'm really sick of this!
I want to go run around.. play volleyball.. put mehendi.. dance all night.. have sleepovers.. sing and scream.. read.. talk to my friends all day long... play badminton...
But no.. All I get to do is study.. (and blog) STUDY STUDY STUDY!! =|
Its fucking exasperating but do I get respite? No?
SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME!!!!!!! I'M DROWNING UNDER STUDIES *suffocates and dies* =O X_X
*breathes... VERY DEEP*.. Okay.. I'm okay now. So as I was saying... Wait... what WAS I saying? Oh yaa...
Exams are a bloody pain in the ass. Like seriously. Any person who disagrees has got to be the world's biggest nerd. No seriously!
I mean what with coursework and all, do they actually expect to us to fucking do truckloads of coursework and on TOP of that expect us score well in our exams? What are we for fuck's sake? Einstein?
Okay I know I'm a little over the top today and I'm abusing a tad more than usual.. Sorry. But I'm really frustrated!
I'm sick of studying. I feel so saturated. My hands hurt from writing and my head hurts from the amount of information! I'm really sick of this!
I want to go run around.. play volleyball.. put mehendi.. dance all night.. have sleepovers.. sing and scream.. read.. talk to my friends all day long... play badminton...
But no.. All I get to do is study.. (and blog) STUDY STUDY STUDY!! =|
Its fucking exasperating but do I get respite? No?
SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME!!!!!!! I'M DROWNING UNDER STUDIES *suffocates and dies* =O X_X
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Me =)
Eh oh!
I'm blogging after so damn long!!
It feels so different!! And and... whateverish =| =P
Well I shall start off with introducing myself.
I yam zee Srushti! I tend to be a leetle weird. Little wonder I yam zee queen of zee eebal!
Okay.. I shall spare you some of the retardness and try and be a tad normal. =P (if possible *rolls eyes*)
Yes I do a lot of that... You know the *rolls eyes* thing? So much so that my mom thinks that my eyes shall pop out of their sockets. =|
I tend to talk a hell lot of rubbish as is visible right now *blush blush*
I love dancing and singing and screaming like a retarded nut..
Oh wow! You guessed! I'm random! Einstein! o_O
I hate typing in abbreviations.. I mean for fuck's sake! Its not like they would kill you for writing full words *re-rolls eyes*
I love black! Hah! But I'm not goth! But I still love black! So bite me! My wardrobe consists mostly of black and red.. They're the besterest colours in the world =D. Green and yellow suck. To the core. They're ugly fugly mugly zugly colours -.-!!
As you'll would have noticed I love using exclamation marks! Even though what I'm saying isn't... erm... exclaimable!
I also love making new words. And I love English and French to death! So hah... YOU SUCK... LOOOOOOOOSAH!
What? I told you I'm random =|
My friends just happen to be my first life. No seriously, I'd die without them =D
Music happens to my second life... I love all genres of music.. Except maybe heavy metal!! ACK dirty rotten screamy people! =|
I wuvs zee teletubbies and spongebob.. They fuckin' rule!
I love writing stories and poems. But let me warn you.... *switches off lights and covers self in blanket* *pokes head out and shines an eerie torchlight* I write creepy morbid scary stuff. About death.
Not that I'm depressed. I'm a happy wappy bubble! I love bubbles!! =D
Okay. I get the impression that someone's going to knock me out cold if I don't shut up. So bye bye.. Toodles!!
And "Just remember... The ponies will kill you..." quote Billie Joe Armstrong.
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