Memoir:

Madness too mad to surrender!

Madness too mad to surrender!

Rain ramblings.

Rain had damped her and the air as usual had left her breathless.Something twinkled..yes,it was the same thing. Her sweet compulsions were dripping of fresh somethings.The dull colors of the morning had given her the perfect shades to color her quest and desperation,that looked same at that moment.May flowers tickled.Her smoky gown stretched skywards,little by little.It was a new world,newer than a hundred facts that she always refused to believe.Bliss sighed.Time overtook..gracefully.

Trigger and the urgency..

'You owe this to yourself too'was spoken out of conviction and the rightly placed faith,that could trigger a life.

There is a unique lyricism in the way he speaks.Something of the sort that does not rhyme,yet making each word a tune in itself.The slowness wrapped with frank rigidity,and the sounds of confusion in the voice, confirming his human-ness and otherwise ..the eternal noise.
While the closed eyes tried to protect the truthfulness of his voice,the ears heard heavens swinging in bliss.And the wind blew harder,chilling the soul yet setting ecstasy free.

There was silence..finally that spoke of timelessness and our perfect encounters with voicelessness.

In the heat of sounding right i was taken aback to save some doubts.The doubts that came from faithlessness,to induce the urgency of establishing faith.

He chuckled and smelled of a ripen ego.

She Exists

She did things with certain certainity ,like putting all her senses into it and making it look,ideally nothing.And then her eyes turn unusually more brown.

Despite the noise,her silence was almost killing everything around.She was aware of the echos and the little noises that came from the transperency of the moment.She held herself in the blurrness and the comfort of the unkeptness.There was were she suffocated life and the pauses she couldnt understand.

and when the moments bruise at the pretty insights, (that is thoughtfully a dream)..i scream of something else's something..and then, a story begins.

between them is another story to make to disbelieve of the many stories I percieve,and among them you die..like joking to yourself about life..and then you are awake..to realize its a cold morning,and nothing really warms.

and when in a haste i tremble at those jitters..

..i live well.

purplespeak

The fire that burns its ashes and melts its heat,
i want to rise up there and win The Defeat!

purplespeak

mood : pensive
song : tum se hi

Been a long time..

Have done quite a few things lately,learnt people,loved a few,loved one and one more..its been that way with me. :P Sometimes its just nothing(heaven should surely be a white canvas) There are hundred people we meet,a few we remember for long,another few cannot forget..and last few we hate to recall.But love stays,those spent moments seem fresh even at the thought of a recall..fresh enough.They keep coming back,to kill you and make you live at the same time.Can two equally strong and opposite things stay together at the same time? i dont wonder enough about it though..
i like this eternal space for myself..this only seems true..did i say seems? no,this is the only truth.Stay for a little longer and you will know i was just another you.I know no other fact about me.