The Cry.

Negativity we must conquer. Climb up on and on, forever and ever, buffeted by despairing winds, pushed backwards, and then pulling up and against it, and wheezing through each semi-movement.

Feed not the wrong wolf, I hear her say. I believe it, but is it enough to abashedly brush things under the carpet, or should one somehow extract it out like a dentist in a good mood? I must get out of the dung-hole before it's too late. Somehow. Soon.
I am trying, I tell myself. Over and over i repeat it, whisper it, scream it into my own ears, wail and gasp and screech and tear. I repeat. But is it true?

But the heartache will not lessen.
It will not.

Help.

the last

Come and go, come and go, touch and whisper, on and off, you: top, i: top, paint, words, videos, music, pictures and priceless love. the world turns round and comes full circle. karma...do your thing! punishment is mine!

The Cruet

"And she held it carefully with both hands, bending down to peer inside, her tightly curled brown locks swinging around her expression of wonder and excitement. With the palm of her left hand, she rubbed it slowly, back and forth and waited expectantly..."

Straight.

Locks are important!

“Books take you down silken paths and rough-hewn stone roads alike, comfort you and condemn you, exasperate and entertain, and are yet unlike any friend you have ever known. Treasure them.”

Says moi.
Blah.
Whatever.

mein.

Pagal.

Aj ka din kardiya teray naam.
Aj pagal hona hai tu ho jao, nahi hona…tab bhi sahi hai.
Agay pechay kisi ko batanay ki zaroorat nahi hai.
Pehlay jo karna hai wo karo, bad mein jo dimag mein aya, wo bad mein karna.
Hath churwana ziada sahi hai. Pakar k rkhnay se uljhan hogi.

Pagal.

Magnet-o

You and I, we are opposite poles of the same magnet...strongly attracted but destined not to meet.

If only I were paper, to be torn down the middle easily and let fly with the strong wind, to reach where I must reach.
My location.
My destiny.

My urgency grapples with me..claws at my throat and threatens to suffocate..blinded with tears and still struggling...if letting go and going down under had been an option, it would have been easily taken. But there is no such option. Fight - fight and be overwhelmed, but not completely, held in mid-air, legs dangling, gripped by the throat by urgency .. you cannot escape.

Whisper it.
Scream it.
Shout it until my ears become deaf to your call.

Shout it ... until my ears become deaf to your call..

Shout it....

the day of the rant.

I invented the 'word-doodle'. Plus the word rantalicious. All in one day.

Today...Today i only say one thing: kapphata kapphata poof!

Today i learned..

Today i learnt

That there are some things out there that will shape your destiny and the best thing you can do is love and have faith in Allah.

That there might be a cure to the feeling of helplessness, but the problem is that at that moment you're too darn helpless to think of a cure.

That sitting between ppl and hearing, seeing and feeling that they do not understand is one of the worst and saddest feelings in the world.

That the realization that one thing is going to create distance is heart-rending.

That sometimes, you really are wrong.

That some things will never change, but there are still many things that are in your power to control.

the crank

When was the last time things went my way? I'm going to burst soon. I can't have deserved this much punishment. When will it end?

the crutchy life.

The Crutchy Life

1. You have lots and lots of time to contemplate life, but you don't.

2. You experience every mood you have ever known, all in one day, everyday. Except perhaps embarrassment, because you start getting immune to that one.

3. You leave the bathroom door wide open most of the time.

4. You master the art of balancing trays on your lap..

5. ..while eating, texting and/or using the laptop.

6. Walking in squares is not that fun anymore.

7. You get room service.

8. You discover the true meaning of the word/object 'bed'.

9. You choose Grey's Anatomy over The Ten Commandments (totally loony).

10. You sleep alot.

11. You start respecting your family more...mostly their level of patience.

12. You run through messaging packages much more quickly, and still feel emptier than ever.

13. Once you sit down, you tend not to get up. for-like-freaking-ever.

14. The day you don't fall in the bathroom is epic.

15. Things like taking a shower, having lunch/breakfast/dinner/tea/brunch, and moving from point A to point B, becomes an event.

16. Yes, you start having lunch+breakfast+dinner+tea+brunch - everyday.

17. You have messy pathetic moments much more frequently.

18. You have messy lovey-dovey/mushy moments, much more frequently.

19. Your sense of humor becomes directly proportional to ... nothing.

20. You can never be fully comfortable out of the house with 'them'.

21. You really really really start hating stairs. Seeing them, hearing about them, climbing on and off them.

22. Final exams may or may not be a blessing.

23. Room service comes with its own call bell.

24. You like to think you're all murderous and can scare ppl at night when they're alone, you think you've got that image now, sans the eyepatch.

25. Your attempts at being a ninja are hopelessly marred by the pretty clinking and clanking and 'thunk-thunk' at every step.

26. You try to be a ninja anyway.

27. You envy ppl who are doing good workouts and wish you could be doing the same even though you know you wouldn't if you weren't in the crutchy life in the first place and won't once you get out of it either.

28. You feel pathetic, but at the same time you feel pathetic for being pathetic, and angry at feeling both.

29. Flowers eventually wilt.

30. You don't do chores. You devise new ones for everybody in addition to all the ones they are doing already in your place.

Feb 20th.

I, soul alone, am caught in this web of huge proportions. Transparent steel fiber wrapped around and around each wrist – knotted, frailed, knotted – spiraling out, twining up my legs and around my waist; held fast. Web; shiny and translucent, glow-in-the-dark menace and elastic cords designed to cause *panic*

You creep along your master strand, your wide walkway, gangplank, rolling up your spare wire in the other hand upon your natural spool. You, black widow spider, brown widow spider, wolf spider, you clasp together your weaponed hands and cackle. Menacingly. Ghoulish lights flicker off green slime-covered walls, and you cackle. You lightly run a finger, a single finger along a sharp cord as you pass, and sparks fly and screeches are heard and ears protest, and you cackle.

My heart, hard and fast, pushing up towards my throat, threatening to suffocate me, while I try to hurriedly force down air that is non-existent and unreliable. Dark spots appear, lights blur and kaleidoscope, your eyes appear numerous – I blink. You still have 8 eyes.

I want to shrug off these bonds; one good shiver and see them torn at my feet, but steel gossamer is an untried opponent…
My feathers begin to wilt.

Bloodshot eyes stare into bloodshot eyes. Long black tongue hungrily licks its lips while darting tongue frantically licks dry parched lips. Lips bared in a foul grin; lips bared in an angry grimace.
You circle, I am cornered. You against me…

Bring it on.