side-effects (of what?)

so, what's up?
yesterday was the "bulls", today is the "twins", and i'm definitely cashing in the gold!
not to forget the interesting dream (that had my favourite person).
and, 'Don't cry for me Argentina' is stuck on the loop inside my head!

so, what you need?
i need to crash-and-bang.
need my favourite people around me.
need those empty walks on the cobbled streets along the walled lanes.
need serious shoe-shopping!

excusez moi?!
yeah.. i guess..
three i can think of, like, right now.
and ofcourse, i need an encore of that infamous #Starbucks lecture from a year back!

City of #Love

part-i
#MY city of love

the cobbled streets were the companions,
the rocky shores with the stone-d hearts communion,
the crashing waves with resonating echoes
privy to my joy, my woes, bare feet and colored toes.

many a conversations, many a whispers
many a secrets often bordering on the blasphemous
a smile shared and a stolen stare,
feeling complete, in #MY city of love.

part-ii
my city of #LOVE

somethings you can never define
unknown streets with inviting signs
yet it's the company which renders the apparent topsy turvy
and you don't mind a bit,
for what's life without some whims and fancy?

stinging cold and blazing sun
warmth of the fire and the ice-ring-fun
city of opposites, and it holds true even for the 'beings'
for many a memories were formed and lived.

part-zero
if one is #MY city of love, the other is my city of #LOVE.
and i'm stuck in the between
it's a battle that will never end.
a war of words, which is never won.
the clashes of ego which is never let gone.
where no one lets bygones be bygones.

i can never pick a side
if one is the comfort, other becomes the pride.
for both are my place to be
to escape to, when it all becomes too big a deal.

 

when it get's too much

Hast thou been
fairly occupied?
Hast thou had
dreams that
multiply?
Hast thou been
drinking alcohol?
Hast thou been generally
Having a ball?
Of ugly pomes
This sure is one
And now I'm glad
That's it's done.

21 days

and you thought only 21 guns were of significance!
bloody 21 days week! yes! you read it right! i lived a 21 days week!
and it was shitness..

every single day, waking up to a weird dream which graduated to a nightmare from day no. 7 and persisted till the end.
every night being dog tired and yet not being able to sleep when it was most desired.
nightmares of the order of floating agenda items which was almost like reliving my exam days of student life.
being wide-eyed at 0400 and similar unearthly hours for no reason and feeling as if i wasn't even being sleeping.
losing my cool and taking it all out on the nicest person ever and then feeling horrible and terrible about it and feeling so positively helpless for not being able to do anything about it.
even the clothes don't fit.
and the weather playing the tyrant. damn you dust.

and also, being sick simply doesnt help.

and 21 days later, a couple pounds lighter, a few shades paler, some few mmHg lower and few cms lesser,
i live to breathe another day.


p.s. i'm positively petrified/ terrified/ horrified/ shit-scared of needles howsoever small/ narrow/ sharp/ it-wont-even-feel-like-a-prick variant that there may be.period.

p.p.s waking up to you is the best start ever! *loves*

Bummed Charm indeed!

"Today will be a banner day for you as it seems like everyone is noticing your charm. "
so it says..

more like people noticing my red nose and watery eyes.
so much for the "Charm"(sic)

p.s. the "Banner Day" part kinda came true, indeed.
p.p.s. also, Yahoo sets my current location as "New York"(?!) *cosmic conspiracy much?*

A waltz for a night

let me sing you a waltz
out of nowhere, out of my thoughts
let me sing you a waltz
about this one night stand
you were, for me, that night
everything i always dreamt of in life
but now you're gone
you are far gone
all the way to your island of rain
it was for you just a one night thing
but you were much more to me, just so you know
i don't care what they say
i know what you meant for me that day
i just want another try, i just want another night
even if it doesn't seem quite right
you meant for me much more than anyone i've met before
one single night with you, little Jesse, is worth a thousand with anybody
i've no bitterness, my sweet
i'll never forget this one night thing
even tomorrow in other arms, my heart will stay yours until i die
let me sing you a waltz
out of nowhere, out of my blues
let me sing you a waltz
about this lovely one night stand

 before sunset.