Would it work?

courtesy - xkcd 

    This is how I feel, without the science(y) touch
    I'd try it, though it sounds crazy
    to make all my nights with you last much
    much longer, if a bit dizzy

touch that wood and don't let go

I think its time for me to invest in some property on Cloud #9. and I don't mean the shady pub in Begumpet, Hyderabad. I've been having a bit of a blogger's block thing, so I'm going to let the Beatles say it for me tonight.

Baby's good to me you know,
She's happy as can be you know,
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine

Baby says she's mine you know,
She tells me all the time you know,
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine

I'm so glad that she's my little girl
She's so glad, she's telling all the world

That her baby buys her things you know.
He buys her diamond rings you know,
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mmm

sound of.

your soul has strings and strings have sound

sound turns to music and

you have your song

my soul has strings and strings have sound

sound turns to music and

I have my song

your song and mine

when in tune

make our song

and its beautiful

its all pretty simple

so relax,

I've got this.

strange love

I love you I've a drowning grip, on your adoring face

I love you, my responsibility has found a place.

- 'Piazza, New York Catcher' - Belle & Sebastian.

This song has been in my head for weeks now.

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I feel quite happy sometimes knowing that I love. That I can truly say that I love. I feel happy that I know what the feeling is and I know what the word means and I have a lot of people and non-people to thank for that.

It starts with a huge kick, a giant gi-normous high. Every single time I feel it. Woooosh. shudder. (a nice kind of shudder). Then I feel mildly breathless for a bit. Foof.

ha.

I see a building or house that I love. Woooosh.

I eat some cake I love. Mm. mm. mm.

I buy a bag I love. Giant silly grin and happy.

People.

Now, people is where my problem with love is.

With people, it is a super bonanza high. Hits the peak and then comes the giant plunge downward.

I'm flitting around in the general cloud #9 neighbourhood. I just can't keep it in. I write about it. I smile a lot. I jump around a bit. I feel happy.

Then comes Fear. Unbreakable binding suffocating and irrational fear - almost always follows.

Drowning grip.

Why.

why why why

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Well, love is damn addictive all the same.

Also, I've been fighting the urge to add a bunch of smiley faces to this post.

:)

oh come on.

come closer

hello, you shine when you smile

how perfect

enter the hoopler (not dragon)

hello shiney eyes, hello crazy hair,

welcome to our life you kook, took you long enough to get here.

dip dip dip

You would like me to make you a paper boat

One that never sinks

One that can withstand the sea, the storm

One that never sinks

I am not here to build that boat

I am not capable, and wont

For all our ships do sink

I will not let you drown

I am here to help you swim

valentine

Here's the valentines day card I made and sent my valentine. Combination of a photo-taking trip to the Gateway of India (Prem Ramchandani Marg) and Picasa.

be mine

don't think twice,

don't think.

just come be mine,

we'll find ourselves a place in this world, whole wide

I'm your rajnikanth, please be my jujube.

it wont be as easy, but come be mine.

So i got sick, and the world turned grey

The sun got silent, in those silent rays

I got worse, and thought decayed

And I just waited, for that one day

Where you sing to me, my love my love

Of those lazy dreams and violent words

Of where we’ll be years from now

That I will not die, not without you

hit me hard

hit me with a high

12 shots and 1 drag

hit me with your smile

5 calls and 1 night

hit me with all you've got

all it takes to make me see

You're the one, You're my god

break me baby with all you've got

its true love not make believe

drag me down to your car

make me drive close my eyes

"crash and burn, who cares, you're mine"

crash and burn, hit me hard

its true love and alcohol

hum

while the cutie is away, the cats shall play
and then they get bored, they miss the cutie
they go "cutie, cutie, come back", sigh

they await the return of the cutie

suicidal

can it be said,
to be suicidal is not just when you want to kill yourself
but when you would not mind dying.
no.

are you depressed,
when you disregard death and what he stands for.
absence of life.
for there is absence of life in any case.

is it true,
that you can lose your mind, heart and faith
in a moment. by a person. for a concept. for a lie.

call me crazy, suicidal.

joy

there was a boy, not a toy
so lost, she found
he was her joy

the boy then did become her toy,
her will her wish her wants
her joy

the boy then found a will to find
himself his soul his mind
his joy

the girl she lost her will to find
she lost her boy, her toy
her joy

the end

Heartless Girl

She laid her heart at his feet
And hurt when it got trampled on

‘Half wit girl, why did you lay it there’

‘He smiled at me, sang me a song,
From then to me it did not belong
So I laid it there, to win my love
And he walked out, not looking down
I now cannot mend the thing,
I leave it there and move on’

‘Heartless girl, where will you go?’

She replies not, she carries on

tired of talking to Mr. E
tired of telling him how I feel
tired of asking him where to be
tired, more tired than you would believe

tired of thinking of ways to breathe
tired of being tied to the seat
by strings of my heart, by strings of deceit
tired, so tired I'll admit defeat

tired of wondering how he feels
Mr. E, I'm tired you see
tired of worrying of when you will leave
tired, oh tired of you and me.

two souls

.

why talk about two when there are so many

these two are linked in ways so many

these two are doomed by lies so many

in the realm of insanity like so many



These two souls that i speak of

they come from hearts broken and reek of

sadness and blindness and a mix of

love and dreams and hope of



a future, which stopped meaning to be.



.

flood

I would, if I could..

Create so much beauty.
draw it, paint it, sculpt it, make it.
do whatever it takes, to ensure
your eyes smile, crinkle and cry

Create such music, hum it sing it
fill your surroundings, your life with it.
do whatever it takes, to ensure
you sigh, for otherwise your heart would burst

Create such flavour, make your head swim
get you guacamole, if guacamole is what you want
do whatever it takes, to ensure
you eat enough to sleep nice

I would fill your head with love, make your troubles
disappear.
do whatever it takes, to ensure
your smile stays warm

I would flood your senses if I could

listen

I place my dreams with you
in the hope that you can keep them alive

with me they get entangled with reason,
and eventually die.

creak.

From far, much too far
he tugs at her heart
working dreams of twisted futures
to merge and rip their worlds apart

They were meant for this, unless
the universe conspires

Then there are games we play,
through slippery nights and dragging days
stopping time at times to think
to think and drive our dreams away

We were meant for this, unless
the universe conspires