Thursday, April 28, 2005

29pearlsinyourkiss.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

She smiles quietly. She thinks twice. She opens a big red book. She walks slowly. She sits in a corner and thinks. She thinks thrice. She opens a door. She smiles quietly. She wakes up to the sound of the new day. She watches the world from her window. She thinks, she smiles and then she walks. Away from everyone, and towards me.

Monday, April 25, 2005

Supermundane Thoughts

I've never done this kind of thing before", he proclaimed honestly, but of course she couldn't reply, not with the tape over her mouth.
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The trees before him in the wood spoke in a language of the wind he didn't understand. Kicking his chainsaw into life, he thanked God for this blessing.
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The more he see's her the more his desire builds. "If only she was made of flesh & bone" he sighed, walking away from her, this time forever.
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Helpfulness was in his blood. The shy workers would have dis-a-greed if only it had not meant speaking out.
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Wanting to bridge the gap between fantasy and ree-al-e-tee he spends the days with a chainmail vest beneath his suit.
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She would never understand he said to his reflection. His eyes drifted to the floor, all he could see were his bare feet squeezed into her shoes.
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Trampling through the over growth his distructive path was self ev-e-dent. Looking back on his carnage he felt like a crusader.
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Many have before but with lose and defeat.
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I love her even after everything that has taken place. His tears mingled with the blood of his heart still managing to beat as it lay on the table.
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The tools were there before him, laid out like shiny well kept weapons " The chipboard wont know what hit it he giggled nervously to himself.
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The phone rang & it was not through coincidence that he answered it.
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With three fruits on one side and two vegetables on the other, everything seemed to be unbalanced until a neighbor pointed out that "the size of the potato surely counted as two thus creating an equilibrium". Anne wasn't convinced but smiled and thanked the local resident anyway. John walked off happy he'd help fix yet another persons problem only to be nearly hit by a papaya falling from the sky.
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Leaving the door unlocked gave her a sense of excitement.
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A new sound, produced through the a mixture of wear on his shoes and the water on the floor left by earlier rain, entered his ears. He walked with the sound of his feet rather than against it and found a new sense of rhythm entered his life.
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The sun beats down with a violent rage, giving and taking with the same hand.
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Without hesitation Jim said Thursday. Only he knew he was thinking Tuesday all along.
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Making a strawberry milkshake was something of a therapy to James, "It's this or murder" he calmly noted, handing the drink and a big mac to the red faced school girl.
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We ran through the house to the backyard just to find the night was everywhere.
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"Apple" the short man said, but because I was aware of the code I understood perfectly.
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With the idea placed firmly in his mind he put on his most authoritative clothes. With the addition of a tie he felt ready. "Yes!" he internally cried "This is my day". He turned the key in the lock and pulled open the door. The day that greeted him was a crisp and bright Spring morning. He stood for a second and breathed shallow breaths.
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After calming down he tried to explain that the burp he had just done was the communication technique of the beast inside.
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The idea of baldness terrified him, "I don't even like eggs" he told the barber.
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Looking through the keyhole of No.23 Sally was surprised by what she saw. "Trees!" she exclaimed.
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With one leg shorter than the other, Mark just thought it had always been that way. "We'll have to tell him before it's too late" frowned Mother as Father poured the tea.
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The half finished coffee cup was trying to look on the positive side but it had been over an hour since those lips had sipped it's steamy liquid.
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The last time this happened we had a street party.
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Opening the fridge door the light flooded the darkened room revealing a naked man standing in the corner of the kitchen. "Get back in" Alice shouted "the milk's going sour".
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Being able to see his breath in his freezing bedsit was something of a comfort to him. "At least I know I'm still alive" he said out loud watching the clouds of mist rise and disappear.
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The room was everything to him but a toilet.
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1 - He uncomfortably made his way to the checkout.
2 - Passing her the change their hands brushed slightly.
3 - She smiled revealing lipstick marks sitting uncomfortably on her yellow teeth.
4 - Blushing he left quickly his eyes to the floor.
5 - As he made his way over to the car he suddenly became aware of a feeling that was new to him.
6 - Dismissing it as trapped gas he started the car.
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The movements were strange but easy to trace.
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Friday, April 22, 2005

The letter "A"

a tree is a word. a word is a song. a song is a life. a life is a smile. a smile is a colour. a colour is a river. a river is a sea. a sea is a flight. a flight is a friend. a friend is a thought. a thought is a moment. a moment is a flower. a flower is a branch. a branch is a leaf. a leaf is a tree. a tree is a word.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

And she was...

...and she was screaming cathedrals. :) It was silver. The dance was stepped up. This is the wasted chance I was wasted on. It felt so good. Its careless. Its still a cathedral. The heart is white, the room is big.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

15 second fairytale

straight road, open head, twisted lines, sinking dead, faceless joy, fractured tale, mixing chemicals, on an open trail, forgotten and stale.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

...and suddenly she turned to him and said "Can you choreograph my life for me?". He paused for a while and answered "Sure, but let me order you a pancake first."

Go, mordecai, go!

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Signature thing

The times were goin' boom and boom and bust. My feet of clay, they've dried to dust. But it isn't the red we painted, it's... just... rust. That signature thing that used to bring a following. I have trouble now, even remembering.

The way she sings "that signature thing...", God, it drives me to insanity. Can music hit you so much? Uff, kya baat hai, fiona ji.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Insignificance

I am going through bouts of extreme emotions. I am either extremely ecstatic (read - marigolds in my mouth) or I am extremely suicidal (read - shotgun in my mouth) to the point that I am this close to doing myself in. Do I need help? Do I need to see a shrink? If so, please provide me with phone numbers and email addresses preferably in the gulf region. I am kinda broke to travel to Cambodia right now. F1, F1, F1. Sinking ship talking. Its that signature thing I am doing 75% of the time. And now the sun has shrunk. There is very little reception and there is extreme euphoria in my poor dyslexic heart.

On a brighter note, JP has written back on Amos and Apple saying "Amos and Apple are like Death and Debauch in the poem by Baudelaire, the two kindly sisters who will lead me to my end." This guy needs to either be in a book or write a book. He should be inside a glass case in a very expensive museum. Little Elton (internal joke).

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Amos+Apple

These women are in my head. The new Tori Amos "The Beekeeper" and the new "shelved" Fiona Apple "Extraordinary Machine" are outstanding. Very few things in this world are prettier than this. Dont I say that too often? Urggh, I am running out of words. Time I stopped.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Stupid Machine: Tick Tock Tick Tock Clock

After reading one Mr. Jayaprakash Satyamurthy's blog I dont feel like writing anymore. But anyway, here goes. I got to let this out. I have come to realise that I have been selling myself short for a long long time. I have decided not to anymore. Its frustrating and depressing and I think I can live without certain things in my life. Its simply not required. I have done too much for certain things and I now realise it was all a waste of my time and effort. And even my goodness. Its not a mask. It was the real thing. So, this is where it all stops. This is where the end of a situation begins. This is where the curtains come down. This is that part in the play when all the actors come up and bow down to an ebullient audience. This is the story as I see it. Once this phase is over, I will come out of it feeling richer, happier, warmer and a lot more in touch with who I really am. But I know I will be happier. Time is my friend. Happiness is a bad son.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Not the red baron, not Charlie Brown

So its back to the day job. Its back to the roads. Its back to sliding doors. Its back to branded walls of yellow and white. Its back to G5's and pretty wires.

Finally started out at Landor. A messy first day. The office is under renovation so everyones floating. Ghostly image of fear. I am not the red baron, I am not Charlie Brown. I am just a little kid standing on the sea shore waving out to a ship sailing towards utopia. Oh, how guilty I am, its not funny. Your sunshines missing. F1, dial 1-00-to-get-hurt. I am deathly.

Friday, April 01, 2005

Autorickshaws are cool. Rain is cool. These have been a really pretty set of days. You know who you are. Your innocence is like a candle. Its the fragranceleaves I will miss. I am desparately in love.