pretty ppl have the most fun problems!

so... the blogosphere wouldn't know about this....but abt a month back on twitverse.... i was talking about the great joy of following pretty people...

a few people even ridiculed the thought publically... i'm sure atleast thrice more thought me a creep... but well.. i did manage to follow a few pretty people...

having as much free time as the year end brings... and reading all about their lives... my belief got seconded... pretty people have the most fun problems :)

so somebody had a problem about how @ a specific party... nobody spoke to them... she's not exactly ms. popular... but she's no dull-douche either! so WHY were ppl ignoring her...

and when the mystery unraveled it was even more fun...

the thing about pretty people problems is... they're real... make no doubt... and they'd bother you too... if you had them... but us-lesser-mortals... or less-halves... are so far behind in the race of things we got going our way... that we never reach the liberated stage of pretty people problems (PPP henceforth) ! :)

PPP are like at a state of self-actualization in the hierarchy of problems... which is actually kind of sucky... because the pretty people still have the common world problems like you & me... sometimes even the existential questions bother them... but it's their everyday problems that really make my day...

someday... i wish to be a shrink for the pretty people... (maybe if i charge a lot of fee & somehow angle myself as for the young crowd... i'd automatically get only the pretty people...) its fairly difficult to turn fat & ugly @ a young age... though god knows we have seen the exceptions around us...

on that happy note... we end this year... may the pretty problems of the pretty souls prevail... as i chuckle under my breath and chug another beer :)

still waters... run deep

so its been a quiet year for all of us around here... i think after having written every month last year... its only fair to not write much this time around :)

also now.. i think nothing is really happening... maybe we need to do something...

hopefully when we come back... there'll be something worth talking about!

until then... then!

your eyes

There were broken glass charades!

In every corner of my room!

Instead of stepping on them purposefully!

I found myself a broom..

Your love was all parrot green..

It shone bright under the sun!

Instead of happily ever after..

I was a man on the run!

Now I see your legs wrapped in denim hot pants!

My sill stern silence so much worse than your loud rants!

You were all bugs bunny!

In my film where I can't act!

If wishes were horses!

You'd magically have a rack!

Smile a small smile for me!

Let the kitchen sink not come in the way..

We wanted theough bred dogs..

But I only fall for strays!

It took about a min and a half!

For us to circumnavigate the world..

The music had stopped!

But I cudnt help but twirl!

There's a yellow color cycle singing aimless songs...

I have it all figd out..

Let's just stick to the slow dance

An ode to her spirit

She's like an old muse wrapped in yellow
Like all habits! So hard to break

I've been sipping her slow & oaky self
I still get mesmerised 3 hours hence

Sometimes like the sea all violent & unpredictable
Sometimes like my backyard swimming pool! My bitch

Red flags turn green.. I get lost in you
Despite the fake protests.. Still stuck on you

Consume me nice & easy..
Where's the rush to get thru

On a moonlit night in the still of the night
There's no one else like you

what's his face?

There are black colored windows

Which are hiding black colored walls

I see your mouth moving

But there’s no sound at all

The web is thick and hopeful

The moment seems ripe

When I wrap my arms around you

You vanish out of sight

Questions queens and qualifiers

All so queer without you

When the moment came to rise

We chose to stumble & fall

Verdicts are often passed

Without much thought or worry

When its all a forgone conclusion

Why try to fight an inevitable withdrawl

hello blog! yes... i missed you too! yes... you may say... i don't visit you as often anymore... but then we can't even blame your... younger... fitter... hotter replacement *twitter* for it... i visit her... even lesser than i visit you!

i think the words had just dried up for a while... was just seeing what all i had put up here... and except for possibly that nostalgia pc from nov beginning about all those lovely companies that gave us the pleasure of interviewing for them... its been a fairly dry-spell eh?

the poetry never really was for you... you only chronicle.. what... another reads :)

but you and i... well we go back long enough to tolerate these brief silences... after all... you and i both need to go back... find new material... to update each other?

i think there is a certain magic in listening to songs that you don't know... at 2 in the morning on a still night... in yellow light... when you have slept fewer hours in the week... than there are in a single day :)

god i sound poetic again... its almost a curse... you think??

i think we are both living in the "beach" moment of life... i somehow see a lot of merit in that reference lately... ? wonder who'll blink out of this one firsT!

anywho... do write back... on another such sleep-deprived night...

for its only lack of sleep and plenty of alcohol that'll keep us this close for long-enough!

Chalk & Cheese

I linger in the after-taste of your whisky breath
I stay a minute longer and feel the warmth as you exhale

I draw crimson circles that stumble and fall all over you
I walk away mere inches and then my feet are stuck; glued!

I wait for you… free spirit… to circle the earth three times
I made our home with doors… windows & all the toys you like

I spend the summer nights reminiscing…
The winter mornings I woke up next to you

When you’re passing in silhouettes on a moon-lit night
I recognize your step… by the clanking 6-inch purple heels

Every day away from you a reminder
Just how good your body feels!

If your essence ever got bottled
You’d be smoked single malt

when i was 21!

Spell complete

Sleepless and silent I turn at your sight

Oh seraph, why don’t you teach me,

To suck on your sweet success

Slender bodies entwined together

Silent and salty our solemn embrace

Seductress your slave, begs for some more

Slow, slower, slowest and slower still

Torture me; simply complete

Spoil me on your riches

Spread me on your sheets

Single me out

Separate me from the species

Sleep on me like I’m begging you so

Set me up like I’m your special toy

And then spit me on the screen

21/10/03 – 02:30 AM

class corrected

when i went to meet her once

she looked like carl jung

i told myself life is too short

i don't really need to see all this

walked slowly back home

there isn't a happier tale to tell!

oh captain! my captain!

When my life drifted in a stupendous drunken haze!
You asked all these pointed questions with your piercing gaze!
He said I need a captain to anchor my ship for I'm drifting!
I looked for you pirate! To throw yr best shot & the kitchen sink
Thru light years and onwards we slow dance and romance!
When I feel hungry! You feed me canned egg plant!
Let's call it quits and enjoy the show!
Its Saturday night and I know a good party to go :)