WORD SALAD

(And this is all I have managed to write after what looks like a year.. (thanks to my laptops sudden cooperation).. I dont know what I was thinking... or the guy who caused an accident I saw last week was... but seeing that guy lying on the highway drenched in blood caused this --> ) He lay there almost lifeless, knowing his end was near, Covered in blood, enveloped by bystanders, shrouded in fear. His blood would join the layers of many before, Those who had met an end with similar gore. Many more would soon meet his fate, Crushed under the tyres carrying tonnes of freight. With time the people would soon disperse, Alone he would travel in his muted hearse. His blood,his story,would sink into the layers beneath, Making way for another's funeral wreath.

The time when you don't know what to do.What you want.What you need.What you deserve. I seem to have been lucky  to have had a say in what I would like my future to be like.More like the freedom to dream of what I wanted to be.Not what they wanted me to become. Back when I was in school everyone seemed to be pretty clear with their life plans.They had a particular institute in mind...a particular degree in  mind and went through the following - "Study study study..wake up at 4am study,grab a bite,go to classes,go to school,study-answer-top exams,grab a bite-go to classes-study-sleep for few hours-study"..cycle repeats. EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE YEAR FOR 4 YEARS. On retrospection,maybe I didn't work half as hard.Never went to any coaching classes.Never spent sleepless nights over books -until the last minute when I wasn't even sleeping any more. Then the results came and everyone seems to have scored more...(still don't know about that) and they all go...

  Time gave you wrinkles,wrinkles all over your face. And yet there are no signs of crumbling,no,not a  trace. Your spine is weak after all these years,your body is coming apart, You put yourself together,and try to make sense from the end to the start. People look at you and think you don't have anything to offer, Little do they know,that you are an invaluable coffer. The way you look,you feel,your musty smell. The way you drag me into a fantasy spell. When I look at you on the roadside,spread, I badly want to take you home and read you in bed. I do my best to give you a home,to take you away, Always trying to hoard as much as I can in a day. They don't want you anymore it seems, They don't need you anymore to have dreams. They are lost with a newer compact generation, They have forgotten that you were the foundation. Your descendants are just inadequate clones, Just the skin without any of em' bones. You made me what I am and will be, You s...

20 years back : Round,round,round.Till the voice was clear. If I  fiddled around with it while it worked fine...I would get glares that would make me freeze... Little did I know what I was listening to was some of the best music ever...and interrupting it by messing with the dials..and there began my fascination...for radio ..for music...for that black thing with so many dials on it that played everything from M.S.Subulakshmi (never quite liked it in comparison to the rest of the collection) ...Jimi Hendrix,Abba,Bob Marley,The Beatles,Elvis,Sinatra,Bob Dylan,Eric Clapton..the list goes on and I don't know if it ends anywhere... 10 years back : Never quite understood why my sister loved that dude on radio.I mean there was television..there were cartoons..why would you want to listen to a guy you couldn't even see?Ofcourse his voice was amazing..and there were different RJs every night.M-Time and Metro Music.Yes those were the shows. If I am a music maniac to this da...

I don't know how many people know the history behind Valentine's day but everyone talks about it..so even if we don't know when Independence day or Republic day or Mother's day is...this day HAS  to be celebrated.And if you can't, then you must atleast worry that you can't.The whole being single thing is like some kind of death warrant. Like you will be flogged in public if people find out you are single. Having spent a great deal of time on twitter...more than the love,hugs,kisses and proposal tweets...one thing trends throughout the year "forever alone" ....."being single" ....and the likes   That Annoying Feeling,make up your own day,Tomorrow is Tuesday(which is apparently trending coz single people will celebrate tomorrow as tuesday and not Valentine's day..)and   so on. 1.        single and worried they will never find that "one" ideal person.. 2.  ...

One day without you ...everything feels so wrong.. One day without you....and I can't think straight... One day without you.....and I can't stand straight.. One day without you....and I want the day to end... One day without you....my head keeps throbbing with thoughts about you.. One day without you.....and I can't wait to come home back to you.. One day without you...and it isn't a day...everyday starts with you... One day without you....and I don't even want to live anymore.. One day without you is a day wasted. And that is how I found out that I love you. I can't live without you. I don't want you...I need you. Existence without you....is..meaningless. And that is how I found out...I was single..but I had found true love this Valentine's day... I wouldn't be cheated upon...you would be there whenever I needed you... You wouldn't be insecure if I disappeared till night... You know you have to be cold and when to be hot.. Yo...

I lay outside waiting for you,in the cold, I should go away,you are using me I am told. Standing by your doorstep everyday, Waiting for you,I,anxiously in the cold,lay. You use me to let go of the day's remains, I'm am now just a collection of those stains. I know you are gone,long gone away, But can't help hoping you will return,I pray. Should have dusted off the fragments you left behind, But here they are indelibly ingrained in my mind. And when you will be back,as you do, I will unconditionally be there for you. I can't escape and in this doomed loop am bound, You have left my heart a bloody battleground.

For once i thought I will write something utterly useless.Something that has nothing to do with me.Something that isn't close to my heart.Something that people are interested in actually.Here goes.This is  a note to myself ..to watch out for these signs and hopefully stop myself before I make a complete idiot of myself in public. The butterfly stage I like to use the term cockroaches in your stomach..cause it isn't really a pleasant feeling is it?It feels like a punch in your stomach.Every time you see this person. Every time you see them with anyone else. Every time they notice you.They smile at you.(Or you keep staring at a photo of them smiling ...and hence feel like they are smiling at you ) The detective stage If you are thinking of Sherlock Holmes or that dude from what is that Hindi serial ..CID ? ...yeah well you obviously dunno how girls can snoop for information.Earlier it used to be this ohh-what-do-you-know-about- _____ .....