If there was one fantasy throughout my life until now, it is to fall asleep while listening to a beautiful male voice in my ears. It is a fairly easy fantasy to fulfill, listen to a soulful song where the voice is all empowering and nothing but the voice registers your mind and heart too, I guess.

The texture of the voice should be grainy yet smooth ( Read more... )

This post, unlike my most posts, has been written in different sittings. A part of me likes that I keep coming back to this post, adding some more to it. A part of me is pretty distressed, am I losing spontaneity?

I am writing in the eerie hours after quite a while and it truly feels like coming back home. The usual preoccupation is comfortably ( Read more... )

Every once in a while I let my hair down and paint mushy pictures. ;) Last year I was on a mush spree around the valentine's day because of several writing contests. But, this year with the incentives missing, I gave the mush season a miss too.

To those, whom I might shock with the mush that is going to sweep this post, you can read some of the ( Read more... )

Numbers they fascinate me, however they do not have shy shades. Instead they stare at you stark in your face. 4 is a four, however hard it might want to rid of its glaring obviousness, it would still be 4 and not 3 or 5, unless for an innocuous mistake by a toddler.

The more math I do, words, they reach out to me. I had this urge to set the ( Read more... )

I am undone

And you are gone

I am blurred

And you’re strong

A game

Did we play

So lame

The “stupid” Way

I went

Really,

Nothing it meant?

I saw you today. No, I thought that it was you. Those dark brown eyes, lucid and meek, I looked into them forever you know.

I wondered this is how it must be to see you stand behind the podium and enrapture your audience, ( Read more... )

Needless to say for those who know, this was supposed to be my caferati lyric entry. But for the aptly timed AIMCAT , this verse rests on my blog!

RED

Chaste - my rosy world

Free I was, alluring yet unfurled

Manifestation of mutilated dreams

I still hear your screams

The only prison is my head baby

Your memories, there’s no escaping them.

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I was walking home from the mall a while ago when I saw an old lady gesturing towards the passing vehicles for a lift. From the looks of it she must be one of those working in the neighborhood construction site. She seemed to be a large woman for her age yet so old and brittle. None of the two wheelers or the four wheelers offered her any lift but ( Read more... )