Punctuation,

It breaks 'em bounds,
it rips 'em apart,
it satisfies 'em hounds,
that never cease to want,

It opens doorways,
it leads you through,
it goes on to say,
till there is no more way,

It keeps you wrapt,
it keeps you intact,
it's just another tact, my friend,
simply a longer dot.

I stole from random blog-hopping find:


Where is your cell phone? Charging on my bed, under my pillow
Where is your significant other? Out having Eid briyani!
You hair colour? Black
Your mum? Bloody pissed off with me right now
Dad? Cleverly avoida playing the bad cop :)
One favourite thing? Books
Your dream last night? Nah, slept like a baby
Your dream goal? To be happy and successful
The room you're in? My room in Bangalore
Your hobby? Reading
Your fear? Drowning
Where do you want to be in six years? Working in a well-known ad-agency, earning a lot more than I need.
Where were you last night? Strangely, visiting relatives
What you're not? Confident enough
One of your wish list items? A guineapig named Donut
Where you grew up? India, Dubai, Singapore
The last thing you did? Eat chocolate
What are you wearing? Blue jeans , brown top and Aerosoft slippers :D
Your TV? Is almost never watched by me.
Your pets? None :(
Your computer? An old Acer. I'm happy with obsolete technology..I guess.
Your mood? Indifferent
Missing someone? Not really
Your car? Umm..
Something you're not wearing? Flourescent underpants :P
Favourite drink? Water. 'Tis true
Your summer? Involved a lot of travelling - the kind I don't like.
Love someone? Yes
Your favourite colour? Black
When was the last time you laughed? 3 minutes ago
When was the last time you cried? It's been a while.

Cleche, did you say?

Blue sky
Red roses
Big butts
Long noses


You love them all,
I love them as much as you.
We both love love-
it's the biggest cliche,
the best one too.

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It's true. Some of the best things in life are free..or cliched.

We all love cliches. It makes sense and that's why it's a cliche. Everyone says it's cliche, therefore making it less cliched than ever!

So now cliche is good.


Ta!

>EDIT: AND it's a cool thing to say ofcourse!

Say it: Kleee-shey!

Choosing the path that he must take is quite a simple feat for him. Because the path that he sees is just one. One goal, one mission, one vision and one mind. One mind, with a million possibilities. So many choices, so many people, so much colour, so much freedom and so much life. Yet, the path is one. The mind is one. The mind of a person that is but a mere human, subject to the life that is his. A master of his own.

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I've been stressed for a while now. Its not like me to be disturbed for too long usually. I used to take pride in being quite resilient and 'emotionally strong' (according to my final year psychology tests). But i've been this way for the past few weeks.

It's simply unacceptable now, not when I don't have pregnancy or PMS to back me up. I have no business eating up other people's patience just because I'm not in my best mood.

Oo, speaking of eating up, dig this:


Incubus: Dig





Now listening to: Dave Matthews band - The Space between us.

It's an extraordinary feeling to have someone that is there, always. To handle everything for you. Not just to tell you that everything will be ok, but to make things ok for you. To remind you to be grateful to have them, and everyone else that means something to you. To make you feel special in more ways than one.

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This is the best birthday gift I ever got.

Thank you :)

Love,

The day I see this man in real life,

1. I will kiss him wildly.

and then..

2. I will die peacefully.

..of you

I heard his heart
beat my name,
but
with the wrong spelling.

What is different this time?

What is different about Us?

We sleep like two open brackets lying on the same side. My hair is forever in your face. I push it away exasperatedly. You are gentler with it. And when it finally comes in the way of a kiss, in reckless abandon I ask you, shall I shave it all away? You smile and hold me tighter.

Your eyes are the most unreadable things I have ever turned to. May be it’s because I'm always distracted by the soft lines that form a pattern in the corners of your eyes, every time you smile. I'll learn their language some day and know all your secrets.

It is you who points out the stars in the sky and tells me their names. Sleepy eyes; they sometimes hardly register. But I know that you will be there at night tomorrow, to tell me their names all over again.

It's just strange, this feeling.
Why does it happen?
Why now?
Meant to be?
Is it?
Maybe not.
But could be.
Should it?

May be I do love you, in my own small way.
May be it usually does not work for you.
But may be it will work for you this time; WE're usually unusual.

Or may be, Love is just overrated.