fuk d world

sometimes....no matter how much u try to make things work in your life......there'll always b some assholes who screw everythin up n behave like..well ..assholes.................. n d fkin thing is..they manage to effect ya..make u cry at times..... n u want to kick them hard...hurt them real bad! and they still behave like lumps of inanimate meat!

of apple pies and chocolate tarts..

sometimes ,when seized by a personal calamity,something you percieve to have altered your existence overnight, you shut all sunlight out...because its difficult to confront a new sense of reality.its like you've been addicted to apple pies for a while but they got over soon and you, despite of having the option of tasting an endless variety of different pies ,would want your apple pie ,''and nothing else..period!''.you wont stop sulking till your demand is met with,and THAT just does not happen...

finally , tired , very consciously you lift a chocolate tart lying right in front of you, and without thinking much, bite..and oh!..does it taste awesome or DOES IT TASTE AWESOME!!....

all it takes is wanting to take a risk... knowing that your apple pie aint even worth the time spent missing it....and in hindsight it appears lame , its loss- a blessing in disguise..a means infact by which not only does your life become better but u learn that you got addicted to it,not because of what it was,but what you made it out to be, that you projected on it pleasures that can be availed of thrice fold from elsewhere... and all the while you thought it aint possible!!

in the end,the apple pie remains exactly what it ever was and ever will be,an apple pie.....

imagine dousing your choco tart with thick chocolate syrup(m a chocoholic of the supremest order) and teething into the gooey mush...oooooohhh..(wont trade any goddam thing fer this feeling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)..having your mouth aesthtically smudged with chocolatey ecstasy and closing your eyes...

this guys, is LIFE!!

incase you thought this one's an ode to the french who introduced these delights to r lives....well..i m seriously contemplating on writing a post to serve that very purpose, but this one ,ladies and chentlemen , is about life,my life .. and discovering my choco tart :)

psstt..

Am a dreamer
when i wake
my spirit stays
its my dreams you take

I see u holding my hand
and i wonder
will d sun shine so bright
if it were not for you

Ive broken down
each time a dream turned fake
to c myself not crying alone
its your shoulders dat kept me awake

each time,each time i tried to find,
i tried to seek
what was so readily available
waiting fer me to seize it

as i stand confused
with dilemma infused
worn out and cynical
you look at me

to your eyes i turn
to find my world
a world i tried to build elsewhere
i hear;
"welcome home"

As i sit in the dark room
with a candle in front of me
my eyes illumined
i look at you

apprehension darkens your face
a drop of sweat trickles down
youve never seen anyone like me before
your muscles tighten in speculation

the walls start revolving
slow at first
and then fast
so fast that your head starts aching
everything seems hazy
except my face

transfixed,
my eyes pierce into yours
painfully penetrate
and then your eyes notice
a halo diffused around my head

my eyes soften
a smile spreads across my face
i get up
and walk slowly across the room
to you

i position myself
right in front of you;
you look up
perplexed,
take my hand
and pull me down

you look into my face
i look ethereal to you
but no
m less than human
you cant see that as yet

and then
i put my trust in you
like a baby
surrender compeletely
wholly
you stand up
and try to pull me along

i get up
but...
no,i couldnt stand with you
my autonomy existed only in my difference
from you
so i ran
ran away
out of this room
leaving those walls behind
ran
ran for my life
far away