I feel like giving a quote for today.
So here: "Life is a jueey" by Dee, who should really really blog again!
<3
I've had a strange and fast couple of days. The festivities went by not-so-festively. The new job is quite meh and the timings are already getting to me. But I still prefer it to unemployment. I don't do much these days except work, sleep and read. But it's 5.30am, the crows are crowing (or do they caw?), the Azaan has begun and there are a number of things on my mind right now. And since it's my blog, I'm going to list some of them:
Body massage
Jammies
Ishaan
Baldness
Alice in chains
Rippling muscles
Blue glittery kite
Kickboxing
Right boob with extra sprouting nipple (this one's from a dream I had a few days back and I just can't stop thinking about how strange that is!)
Puppy
"Make the bed and go to sleep" on repeat
Fringe mag
Onions, milk...may be some eggs
3-12 3-12 3-12 3-12
Saph
Beach!
Anyway, I'm all geared up and excited about yet another "plan" that might not happen at all. I seem to not mind making plans, getting excited about them and then having them flushed down the potty too much these days. Wee!
But if this one DOES happen, I'll do at least one awesome/impulsive/fun/crazy/strange to others but fun to me/peaceful/creative thing a week.
Amen.
I've used the word "strange" thrice in this post :|
Oh and, optimism rules!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
On 19th June 2009
I had loved you,
when I saw you smiling into the rear-view mirror
While you saw patterns in strewn match sticks,
I saw a photograph in your face.
I had loved you,
when we sat on the side of the road talking,
taking in the city sunset behind crowded flyovers.
I watched you get excited about a pile of stones, smiled.
I had loved you,
when we sat together in mundane coffee shops
waiting for the waiter to turn away, so we can slip in a kiss.
We smiled as we left and held hands till the parking lot.
I had loved you,
when your nails were dirty
and your knuckles a little sore,
I still have that sketch - cigarette ash on paper.
I had loved you,
when we lay on the floor and spoke about my insecurities.
You told me I was a writer.
I believed you.
I had loved you,
when you told me you loved me
amidst tears and smoke and an old geyser.
They probably heard us, but we didn’t care.
I had loved you,
when I stood out my door and hugged you everyday,
like it was our last.
I watched you ride away and resisted calling you back.
I had loved you,
when you tried to jive
and looked like a fool, a fool that made me smile.
That white shirt always made me smile.
I had loved you,
when we sat listening to music
and sipping Earl Grey, smoke leaking
from our kissed-red lips.
I had loved you,
when you held the guitar like a woman
and gave her all your love.
I wanted to be her, to own and be owned.
I had loved you,
when you painted and sketched
and wrote something new.
I told you I loved it, even if it missed an apostrophe.
I had loved you,
when we leaped into the sea
with the smell of waves and the sound of pot.
Laughing like children, dirtied with sand and salty water.
I had loved you,
when you laughed like a child,
loved like a man and
smiled like a saint.
I had loved us, darling.
We were the loneliness in a crowded bar,
that buzz between drink and drunk.
Written on: 19th June 2009 ofcourse
when I saw you smiling into the rear-view mirror
While you saw patterns in strewn match sticks,
I saw a photograph in your face.
I had loved you,
when we sat on the side of the road talking,
taking in the city sunset behind crowded flyovers.
I watched you get excited about a pile of stones, smiled.
I had loved you,
when we sat together in mundane coffee shops
waiting for the waiter to turn away, so we can slip in a kiss.
We smiled as we left and held hands till the parking lot.
I had loved you,
when your nails were dirty
and your knuckles a little sore,
I still have that sketch - cigarette ash on paper.
I had loved you,
when we lay on the floor and spoke about my insecurities.
You told me I was a writer.
I believed you.
I had loved you,
when you told me you loved me
amidst tears and smoke and an old geyser.
They probably heard us, but we didn’t care.
I had loved you,
when I stood out my door and hugged you everyday,
like it was our last.
I watched you ride away and resisted calling you back.
I had loved you,
when you tried to jive
and looked like a fool, a fool that made me smile.
That white shirt always made me smile.
I had loved you,
when we sat listening to music
and sipping Earl Grey, smoke leaking
from our kissed-red lips.
I had loved you,
when you held the guitar like a woman
and gave her all your love.
I wanted to be her, to own and be owned.
I had loved you,
when you painted and sketched
and wrote something new.
I told you I loved it, even if it missed an apostrophe.
I had loved you,
when we leaped into the sea
with the smell of waves and the sound of pot.
Laughing like children, dirtied with sand and salty water.
I had loved you,
when you laughed like a child,
loved like a man and
smiled like a saint.
I had loved us, darling.
We were the loneliness in a crowded bar,
that buzz between drink and drunk.
Written on: 19th June 2009 ofcourse
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Pet joy!
Just a small note to say that tomorrow is Pet Adoption Day at CUPA. If you love animals or want to provide a home to one of them, you must be there between 10am and 5pm. Check out details of the event here.
I'm going to be there to finally pursue my dream of having a pet that's not a goldfish or a stray cat hidden at the back of my garage. I hope to bring home 2 lovely little guinea pigs tomorrow. I've researched on everything about them, thought about where I'll keep them, what I'll call them, made a list of things to buy for them and even started working on home-made toys for them. I haven't been this excited about anything since the time I realised I will never have to touch a math text again! Eep!
I'm going to be there to finally pursue my dream of having a pet that's not a goldfish or a stray cat hidden at the back of my garage. I hope to bring home 2 lovely little guinea pigs tomorrow. I've researched on everything about them, thought about where I'll keep them, what I'll call them, made a list of things to buy for them and even started working on home-made toys for them. I haven't been this excited about anything since the time I realised I will never have to touch a math text again! Eep!
Yippity woop!
Hello all. I've been doing a lot of general reading and watching of movies lately. I suppose unemployment isn't as annoying when the weather is such. All the rain is lovely and all that, but it's beginning to get on my nerves.
Anyway, One of my poems is in the current issue of Fogged Clarity. I woke up on the 30th of September to an email from Ben Evans, stating that the October 2009 issue of Fogged Clarity is out. October came a little too early for those guys. YAYS! Poor Ben had nothing to put in the biography bit, but it looks great anyway. I'm totally kicked about it.
Although this morning I did wake up to a rejection from one of the magazines I had sent in submissions to. They loved my work, but didn't want to publish it because they consider stuff put up on blogs/Deviantart/other personal websites too as being previously published. I was disappointed. I mean, most of these magazines do mention that original rights to the work remains with the author. But I guess that's just how they work. So now if something I write is print-worthy, you may not see it till it's on some respectable magazine. I suppose. I still don't know how I feel about this.
Anyway, One of my poems is in the current issue of Fogged Clarity. I woke up on the 30th of September to an email from Ben Evans, stating that the October 2009 issue of Fogged Clarity is out. October came a little too early for those guys. YAYS! Poor Ben had nothing to put in the biography bit, but it looks great anyway. I'm totally kicked about it.
Although this morning I did wake up to a rejection from one of the magazines I had sent in submissions to. They loved my work, but didn't want to publish it because they consider stuff put up on blogs/Deviantart/other personal websites too as being previously published. I was disappointed. I mean, most of these magazines do mention that original rights to the work remains with the author. But I guess that's just how they work. So now if something I write is print-worthy, you may not see it till it's on some respectable magazine. I suppose. I still don't know how I feel about this.
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