My thoughts are a Dreamy dim. Sometimes black and white or blue, at times a charcoalish tint, often etched on stones. Sometimes a little burst of colour appears here and there but it becomes sepia again, gathering dust. Monday, January 4, 2010. Cried she on the empty office terrace, burning with sunlight. Cried the voices in her head.

Pigeons are evil, they killed my plant. O owlet i spotted,. O small owl so dotted,. Kites are scary, they attacked my dog. Eyes gleaming in the smog! O owlet composed,. O bright yellow nose,. The paradise flycatcher was a flash of white,. The bulbuls were cheerful but dim-witted,.

Saturday, June 7, 2014. As the moon rose within her womb. Tears that could give birth. A wail arose from her self. A lullaby that had once put. A chorus of sirens,. Each with an unborn baby. Afraid of the melody,. Teeming with the coldness of memory. And the warmth of abandon.

the future! I no longer live here anymore. Wednesday, August 06, 2008. Thanks for visiting and wasting your time reading my crap. Monday, June 30, 2008. Then, even the concep.

Thursday, November 24, 2011. Friday, November 18, 2011. 21 Fond of plastic hoops, adjectives, long sentences and stonewashed denims. Has a job, wavy brown hair and one maroon silk saree. I should have died then. At least I sounded good. Will I ever know how it feels like not feeling like this? Links to this post. Monday, August 8, 2011. Tuesday, January 25, 2011. I am not a fighter.

I lean back and listen. Saturday, May 21, 2011. I hate my life, I hate everything around me, I hate everyone. Come give me a hug. Monday, September 07, 2009.