My so called love-life

Staying home alone on a friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me

- John Mayer

My Contribution to the Presentation

This presentation is copied from everywhere. I mean, literally! All I had to do was Google the right word combinations and figure out how the relevant information should be CCPed to make logical sense (or not, I mean - who’s reading it, huh?) Now this may seem like a child’s job but that’s where you’re mistaken! There’s just too much information, and it was I who sifted through long boring reports and papers to find the toughest, least understandable, most complicated gobbledygook that would impress the audience. Yes, I’m a Showman, sue me! Please don’t underestimate my assiduous efforts; it takes real guts and grey matter to come up with this creative stuff! Those of you who actually went to libraries and online communities and researched can’t possibly ever match my talent. To dress up fiction as swallow-able fact is a rare gift.
Thank you, O revered evaluator; thy kindness is God’s greatest gift to me.

Spontaneity

I got high. On a song, a piece of sumptuous chocolate and the sweet breath of the air that sways around this time of this year. Sometimes, even after a tough and tiring day, it doesn't take much to make you happy. Not gleefully or ecstatic. This is subtle. Slow and intoxicating, just enough to make me smile. And I wish, oh! how I wish, I could pass this magic on to everyone I see...

My Writer's Block!

"Something's missing.... and I don't know how..to..fix it...
Something's missing.... and I don't know what it is, and I don't know what it is...."

A day of rain that came long ago, and that's when I started to write. An interrupt that shouldn't have been, and now I've lost that loving feeling!
So I'm waiting, and patiently so, my words will find their way back to me soon....

I'm not like Everybody else

I wont take all that they hand me down,
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown,
And I wont take it all lying down,
cause once I get started I go to town.

Cause I'm not like everybody else,
I'm not like everybody else,

And I dont want to ball about like everybody else,
And I dont want to live my life like everybody else,
And I wont say that I feel fine like everybody else,
cause I'm not like everybody else,
I'm not like everybody else.

If you all want me to settle down,
Slow up and stop all my running round,
Do everything like you want me to,
There's one thing that I will say to you,
I'm not like everybody else,
I'm not like everybody else....

(The Kinks)

Don't let the bedbugs bite!

Its nights like these that you pine for a notebook and a nice pen to write. Anything.
But even this works!
So where shall we go?
Its nights like these when going to sleep seems like giving up. I just wish that the morning didn't follow for once (a late non-productive night on the PC leaves a trail of ulterior motives to justify this whim!) ...
Even with my drooping eyes and overexhausted ears I can go on for ages, with every ticking second lighting up my path- and I find myself being led into that elusive grove of trees again!
So hard to believe that that's what I want now, knowing as I do that I'll want to come back soon!
Is it just me?

Tick Tock

When was the last time I stopped feeling like a ball being bounced about the table by forceful racquets making me scurry to and fro?
Routine.
That one word which scares the life out of me! I see myself as a mundane product shuffled through various machines in a factory, everyday there is no change in my manufacturing process and at the end of my creation cycle I come out looking the same.
The incapability of being able to get up from the stubborn slumber and try and do something new - or even pick up an old habit lost long agob - does, in time, force one to accept that we're not just that assertive anymore. I could go and do all those little things that I've been putting off for so many days -they're just little things, done anytime,right?- but I slept late last night, I worked all day, and I'm really tired right now, and I know that I'm definitely going to find time for them soon. But I looked at the calendar today and the work I should have done by last month I havent started yet!
It boils down to this, we do all that we do and we cant manage to find time to do what we wish to do for ourselves. This coming from selfish us is quite something....our ability to procrastinate bypasses our greed*?
Not that that's a silver lining.

* I'm looking for a better word here.

The longest days of our lives

Sometimes I wonder why the best of us have to face the toughest. Those who you feel don’t deserve this. You’ve seen them as inspire you, motivate you, help you help yourself and yet when it comes to their own journey their path is fraught with difficulties. It’s anti-climatic and depressing. Hard to believe that a person who has brought happiness to so many should be threatened. Makes me go “Why?”. This is the kind of thing that would happen to others, they who are careless and never-good-enough. No, no, this just won’t do.
Who decides the course of our lives? Who decides these “things you can’t control” criteria? How can things suddenly take such a drastic turn? A little slip and the sky falls down! Does God take a strict line with those whom he considers his best? Oh he does. He’s severe. So, the best are the best despite this or because of this? I will never know.

Just a prayer. Please let this pass. Quickly.
There is just so much that a person can take. Nobody deserves the scorn of loved ones. Especially when no harm was meant.

Seasons

Seasons fade; it's just that thing that seasons do. Spring flows away like the gentle breeze that fell the old leaves from the tree in the park. So why should I talk about the hustle bustle that the oncoming months will bring..all the heat and sweat, the hurry and the worry... will I scurry to get everything in its place. For years this has been the month when I can sit back and relax, just watch time go by, no schoolwork, no assignments to bother my isolated state of affairs. As if I were given this time to breathe, and to choose whether to look ahead or behind time or to submerge myself in this current and let it take me elsewhere.
"I want to live at the center of a circle, I want to live at the side of a square."
Like riding a bicycle with no worry about the rainy weather, as the scent of fresh apples on both sides of me scintillates my senses. There is no specific destination for this journey, just my clandestine tittle-tattle with Her. Nature. On that empty road I ride all alone, let that warmth wash all over me.