Sunday, November 28, 2010

Mirror on the wall..

Mirror Mirror on the wall..
who is the scariest of them all???
Heart break??failure??
Not living upto expectations??
entering the phase of frustration??
Being stabbed in the back??
dark secrets in the shack?? 
Love walking out of life..
after a heated strife??
The mirror answered..
The scariest day is the day my dear..
when you wake up in grip of fear..
when you look at the mirror 
and you don't see You..


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Cup of coffee..Rain and Randomness..


Its raining!!!Its raining in November in Hyderabad!!!one of those sudden ones without any warning..like the cloud has burst open fully determined to soak the earth.. 
 Hyderabad has become close..ummm no not close..a step sister may be (cos Bombay has all the fun and this place not so much) to Bombay..rains come any time of the day..you see the bright sunny sky one second and then get drenched in another..
Its lazy sunday afternoon for me..heck i don't get saturdays off..that's the one thing I hate about my current job!!
Rains make me nostalgic..everytime..and also makes me want to smoke..i just want to sit with a cup of coffee in my balcony and watch the down pour..listening to some music..a movie in the background..a song in my mind..my flatmate is listening to Hey there Delilah..the song makes me kind of sad and makes me want to cry..no reason..its just the song..also reminds me of a friend who sings this one beautifully..
its still raining..
Jason Mraz is humming life is wonderful..i love the song..it has an element of sadness and still makes me happy.. all these people making beautiful songs make me want to sing..but i don't have the voice i used to have..guess loads of extremely hot coffee tea followed by extremely chilled water ice cream coke..smoking and smoking up drinking and drinking has kind of fucked my throat..
My guitar is giving me looks..begging to be strummed..
My running shoes are pleading to be used..
Someday soon..
My face is complaining as well..time to hit a salon..
If it kills me in the background..
My feet are demanding some new pair of shoes..no decent place in Hyderabad has stuff I want..hummpphh..
I want to dance in the rain..guess I should go to the terrace and atleast get soaked..then have some coffee and smoke..
seems like a good idea:)
My cook's son started clapping when i showed him all the purple on my blog..Music turns him on..he starts dancing the moment you play a song..He is just a year old :)and he wants a drag from my smoke..am a bad bad influence on him..
It stopped Raining!!!!all of a sudden..
went away just the same way it came..
sounds like somebody i know..knew actually or thought i did..