Thursday, February 28, 2013

the rumbling desire to expresses
the bated breath I hold each time I see you
the mounting esplanade where I find myself running
the infinite  shared sky which I want to touch
the emergence of a pure desire
oh escalating restlessness why don't you settle

Sunday, February 24, 2013

bare knuckles

I solemnly swear I was kinda irked last night.The oust up anger did stir up no equity.My roomie  vitae do demands some accolades for the acts he executes.My indulgent at that time was so kinda of a bizarre. Scratching all over body as I laid supine.what to do ? even the mosquitoes were striking its darn instant chords with its hosts.My roomie ,bloody son of a sasquatch left the window opened last evening.I am pretty sure those blood borne dancers were be every much thankful to him for his kind act.On the contrary I am not. Lights were dim and its of no leeway.So I am ranting now.The more I tried to wallow myself with duvet,the more hot it became inside.I had to switch on the fan.Kinda relief .Tell why some mosquitoes buzz around the ears.Is it some joke or what???.Shitsnaks maybe they wanna convey the message~Teri kahke lunga~ type dialogue.I thought I was the only entity  inside to suffer the joy .roomie too woke up. We both started shooting it away those blood scukers .we wont give up.my attempts should  be heard untill eternity. I became so irked and frustrated that I ended up slapping myself instead of mosquitoes. Seriously we should buy a new refill bottle of mosquito repellent before these blood sucker disconcert us more.

Hell shalt soar!!

Friday, February 22, 2013


The comment seemed quite deluding and the days seemed so static.My box got deluged with gibberish. My reading seems to remain unaffected. The nonchalant hostel room biosphere invited me to do something for the time being. ~The Valetudinarian~.Yeah that what I am been reading as of now. The elated and the kudos it had bagged seems to do all justice. The first/last published was 2007, didn’t have an iota at that time. But some acquaintance has introduced me. And I really had to give it a shot. Ferris Bass 2010 Story was awesome as fuck I must say. I loved it despite all the things. Bleaghh the story was losing its grip,70 page I reached somehow. I gave up as I cross 150 page I guess. I dunno how this story was written actually. But somehow within these 4 days I read all. Finished like 380 pages without understanding much.
The story amalgamate dom.com sickness. How the tech was going bust and here we`re are taking terrorism feel so real and try to connect to our lives. The writer seemed a bit broke or maybe enjoyed a desolate existence. Or a hiatus, to complete within 5 years. I think
Painstaking and weirdly engulfs as the story invigorate. Structure and framed in such an abstract way. Plural in sometime do succeeded to keep it off the fulcrum. I had to jot down each thing and navigated  my way through the pages.

As I skirt off the pages, the labyrinth curled up more. Like the whorl razor silting top of the fences. It goes and comes back. I was so aphasic to fathom. Another segments loomed and again curled up. The storylines could had been adorned in a more impressive way.

I felt in so much area, I connected. The pianist in the Unconsoled.I popped up and bugbear-ed.I couldnot seem to name either the protagonist or any of the other characters.
I got all the names after I took the book which was jacketed ,and then my memory served me with the names. Going with the earlier book, I need to confess that how much I loathed all corporate and the adversiting people.I had no idea why I never found them amusing.I did spend some area where I had to deal with such eco-system. But its so funny looking at those corporate slaves clad in pathetic suits.bloody cookie cut biscuits of human society.I do realize how hilarious that shit is. I would be going with the Computer job which later became MIS, and  now IT.The way Scott Adams writes. The bloody ratbert and dilbert.I still remember how I enjoyed his book.Whole comically sans and the jokes which are so apt with every office, but technical nincompoop will love it more.The jokes is on Us.Ah everyone knows him.yeah the story..The lined by chairs and about cancer and a crush. Affairs which resulted to pregency.confusion and beliefs ,people are laid off or laid up and keeping a check who got laid.
They are so many infections I liked to mark and decorate. But this was an ebook ,neither can I can flag or fold up the pages.Benny was smitten by Marcia.He was not kinda that type who will tip-toe with feelings. He praised Marcia haircut, but she got offended and he was completed hurt.He didn’t use much sugar coated words before he driveled. I  liked it when He wrote this line where he says he should have been a copywriter. Overall this book sucked me dry, as I couldnt get what sort of jerk would write such meaningless shit.I am sure narrator got issues.I found the last para to be quite deft. Maybe I am too foolish to absorb the inner meaning what writer had to say.
I am happy I spend my days with utter nonsense things.The book didn’t work for me .
Next book which I got in my satchel is The Casual Vacancy.Bhakti gave it to me with a note that the pages shouldn’t get crumbled. Seriously??

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Socially Deviant

Hostel/3A.M/Vigil
I am trying so hard to sleep,but I can`t.I have been awake for like 16 hours now.Punching keyboard at this ungodly hour and watching stupid things.Sloshed like fuck  at last night`s Party.Had a worst night ever.I must confess my eardrums ain`t much of a fan for techno-beats.The wary and distorted sound (squeals/groan) always lines up concord with me.So many things I want to say,the yuppifying heart cliche to my ego tussle.The germs inside my mouth to the ill will inside my mental chrome.I am having so much sleepless night from last few days.I dunno why.The format are blanks inside my head and visage are upside down.Albeit of all I am losing the elements in me.Intel descriptions are unearthed and the appendix I want to write,but I dun know what to.Maybe I can`t muster the valor to say what I feel as of now.The bevy and the schmoozing hours seems so great.I seem to have reawaken by her vocal ineptitude lately.
Bumming sharply would be the worst phase I have suffered.The more I try I confabulate the more I seem to get entwined in me.What goodness it could bring?Should I be enthralled or I should I kill the intrinsic feeling.I feel so damn smitten orchestrated with a great acuity of you. Fuck riddance..what I should  do to get some sleep now.
 maybe I should slumped into my bed and watch the ceiling fan go round and round.This weird feeling should fizzle out asap.I cant seem to handle this bloody thing.
3.15A.M *runs to bed*  god grant me some sleep now please




Monday, February 18, 2013

Shells

The vision that is bathed through the oceans and the dopey eyelids that orbs to the end .The fins that she flutters and expands as she ran down through sight.The last moment contracting and slashing the waters.The fingers that ravenously drifts to the violent flurry as she glanced towards him with an unnoticed way.Pretty vigilant as she plays with the tresses,circling and circling..entwined the mesh and singing the serenade to herself.The twists that resembles of a coral geometry.From the chaos of dwellers she cant forget the voices deep within.The trembling snared by call for him.The slice of her porcelain body that is all ready to exfoliate by a mere sight of him. Amidst through the glass of seascape ...she is losing ,losing to.....

no love lost

Friday, February 1, 2013

Endless layers

The oodles of a mystic river dale.A birefringent knowing of tale, of a soulful true lover.The intimacy basked like a weeping wallowing serpent in the woods.The drooling love, drop by drop. A believer with a momentary calcification of all these surreal pleasure. Hedonism forsaken to delve and riven with the intimacy of unspoken  words of the damsel.The fear of blinding life or maybe the understandable temperamental rejoice.Like a wet grassland,how she laid her heart.Unpleasing with the thousand unorthodox average slurs.The ratio which are meant to be taken sincerely.Openness that she cant handle.Does it even matter what she thinks?.How her heart is sublimating with that tinge of her desolation and heartache. Sincerely she writes to conduit her writhe,twisted sly to prong next young men lined up.Withstanding and wielding a pen to unfurl her story,self narrating behind that pretty face.Horny, she would clad up to pash up hearts.ornate and dapper.The counter cultured description fucked up and the crave that  would tempt young men to touch her lithe svelte.
As she keep up to pause the awkward conversations and the thoughts that sweep inside her own mind..She confess I am  just another lady............