Groggy black words

Fuck this

poisondreams — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 09:40:27 +0000

Why the fuck am i getting so shit sad, philosophical?

Maybe i like it.

To see or not to see…

poisondreams — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 05:33:35 +0000

Its better to be lonely than to live in an illusion.

Things will get better. Things might work out.

Is it just an illusion?

I’ ll keep my head buried in a book, I am scared to look up, and see the eyes which loved me.

Refugee in Sadness.

poisondreams — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 08:49:03 +0000

Atleast for sometime.

Things have changed, sometimes in sadness lies the greatest happiness.

Taste of Salt

poisondreams — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:43:40 +0000

I can feel them, forming, salty liquid from an endless resource.

Stay inside. I pray.

Don’t fall.

Their fall is my fall.

I don’t want to fall. Not for them.

I lose yet again. I compromise.

Embers Drive comes to my rescue.

Just like every time, I go back to the sound, the music

I AM A paper bag.

poisondreams — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 07:02:07 +0000

Things are whirling past me, day begins , day ends. Coffe cups, bus tickets and tissues.

I am not growing.

I am a recycled Paper bag. They change my color, my texture, my essence… according to what THEY want.

I am no longer ME.

I Exist without knowing my being.

Gone

poisondreams — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 12:10:01 +0000

….IN REAL NOW.

BLACK clouds & SILVER lining

poisondreams — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 09:18:24 +0000

This is how your ‘Just Another Day’ becomes highly special. Most of my days are ‘Just Another Day’(though sometimes I elevate them to the ‘OMG! You know what happened’ kind of day.)AND Pls….don’t’ you dare pretend that You have never done it.

Anyways so I was walking down the romantic lanes of CP…(so u don’t find CP romantic? Well too bad.)…yeah so as I was walking, and trying not to bump into people, with a little help from my friend who was walking next to me, as I was walking looking in the front and also at the sidewalk scanning the books spread out, or little jewels or pirated CD’s.

And suddenly my very beautiful eyes graced a very interesting CD COVER.

“Oh see it’s a Dreamtheatre Cd!

“Dreamtheatre? Here? Haha!

“No no! Sometimes it happens, in the middle of some Himesh Reshammiya garbage you end up finding, holding in your hands with eyes moistened ORIGINAL Dreamtheatre Cd’s.”

And then what happens.

My heart was beating hard, harder then the time of my first kiss, my face started glowing, brighter than the tapeworm, and I realized the meaning of HYSTERIA! ( btw I love this song), and I realized that jumping up and down in the lanes of CP isn’t a good idea when I sensed a pair of one hundred disapproving eyes on myself.

I am unwillingly dragged away from the spread of CD’s on the sidewalk, into the car, the CD cover is ripped open, and the car shakes with the thunderous sound of DREAMTHEATRE- Black clouds & silver lining.

And I fall in love …..All Over Again.

Now that CD has joined the most prestigious place in my room among My Eleven Favorite CD’s Ever in the History of the Universe.

Peppermint Garland

poisondreams — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 10:11:34 +0000

It’s my most favorite of all favorite wishes.

A string of peppermints round my neck. The string should have a lock. I can take out a peppermint unobtrusively and pop it in my mouth. It will keep away the smokiness in that hollow where it will go, get jostled around, licked and sucked …..

We all are peppermints in this world.

In The End.

Don’t you think?

pasta-licious

poisondreams — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 12:22:51 +0000

i want to taste someone …….

those three words.

poisondreams — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 05:29:57 +0000

What’s going on?

I like keeping secrets ……but not just with myself…I like sharing them with everyone.

Now I say those three words ten times a day.and now I realise they are overhyped.

They are too inadequate, too obscurantist.

P.S I am sure you know the three words.