Life

It wasn’t me

I don't want to do this, but it seems you have left me with no choice. The times have changed and so have you but the one thing who didn't was me. Yes I call myself a thing. I am a thing. You don't think I have emotions and neither do I. How else can we explain my...

Strangely I still puff my dope with hope!

I know I must get up. I know I must rise. I know I must face the little white object on the sheet. I know I have to read, the little black printed words, telling me others have not had a good night. I don't like it. I hate myself for being happy. I hate the fact that...

A jog up the lane

Everyday at sharp 7.30 pm I go for a long walk in my society, and each time I see a white shirt clad guy driving in a smooth sedan at over an 80 km/hr past me. Due to his lightening bolt speed, I am rarely ever able to see his face, but I get the fair idea that he is...

On my pink and white wall

I often lay in my bed and thoughthow life seems so short,I made plans of my immense wealthand pink health.I dreamed my luxuriesand forgot my worries.I thought I would have it all.Each night I saw it all On my pink and white wall.But then one day I met youI started to...

~~no more greys~~

How realistic you are tell me....I want to know..something has happened in my recent past that has made me realise I am as a matter of fact too much of an idealist for other people's comfort level. Is it a crime in todays world of zip zap zoom to stick to the...