A hiatus for sure..I was on .a journey to find the residual of me.
Been a long time since I wrote any. I fear that I don’t dupe myself with a lack
of words on this first blog post of the year. Really I forgot to write. Crap my
memory doesn’t serve me well. Am I becoming paralyzed in commanding my brain to
come up with something more productive, to be more precise a succinct verse or
a vignette at least. I will spill out what come without an ease. Maybe write
about my new year eve. I am disengaging my craft with words lately. Why they
seems to run away from me as of a late. My thoughts rumble from the threshold
of my vision and my juicy cerebral. Binge of words seems to lose it beauty..I
should write quite often. Cluttered and relentless muse. But do you think so
that this post will be unwanted.. Who would bat their eye-lid looking at this
post. Yeah talking about new year and the old year.. eh same shit just
different day..and I am all set up to drop that nihilist and narcissistic shit spiel
of me..Smell it or scram..any goddamn chuitya is entitled to a gateway
Sigh new year fucking eve I just
devoured paratha (with kissan ketchup)all alone and slept like a dead
log..switched off my phone .I don’t wanna get stalked or get bugged from any
candid human source. And I am sick of those sweet wishing words. Maybe how they
paint my life is totally different then I paint for mine. Color me in any color
…maybe speak to me in a tongue we can share..
Yeah dear you sickness
impediment..baby doll..to be very dead serious candle light flickering flames
curves surrounds me in some kind of
weird sensibility..Bubbly droplet from Jupiter dripping and fusing everything to
say a loud..I don’t give a shit..I stringing and unstringing guitar..the same old
sad chords strumming and lobcock compositions..I trap the fault keys and the
song at last left unsung..I tread back to the lane of glory seeing her videos
on laptop.Everyhting lay unforgotten..
caressing the bossom and svelte curves of love that surrounds me like a
bubble
My celluloid skewed with so many
mosaic of picture as I leaf back to the pages of 2012..that old record of
Coldplay Parachutes lying by my side..Seems like an old abstract in a pile of
all death metal Cds..It survived in that cloud arch of records..I rest and
played..a relaxed position..lips forming and mending as per the vocal
patterns…why some songs are not lyrically mute.. demured and so girlie these
track are..The gift of lyrics sometimes disturbs and barrels within..the
whispers ..The yellow song in my ear drums..
Brings a smile arc on my face..
Thank god no one is around..The
chuckles are not heard and it even surpass the vigor in me..
I am tired as of now..And the eerie look of my
laptop is demanding a lot to my strange eyes..My mind needs some relaxation for
a more vivid rational reasoning. Let my mind wander in a serene
I hope..
Ah what else,who gives a fuck to
this new year!!! I do I do
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