The dream is over; i hope i'm sober,
ive been so hung-up with ur love.
Its not enough, its never too much;
and its all that I can think of.

Drunken stupor....

Its 2 AM , i've been drinking again..
I'm in the mood to propose.
So as i make my speech, and begin to speak,
I realize, its not HER that i chose.

Clarity comes along with the hung-over ache,
my love's got no takers, my emotions are fake.
But i'm still as hopeful as i can be,
Someday she'll be with me...under my dreaming tree........

New Year Shnew Year..............

I am back!!!!!!!!! (I bet you non existent followers of my blog dont care....)..but it feels good to blog again..The year so far has been good....aimless but happy. No weird love angles to worry about, no spat with friends that needs any correction, no work issues....even my folks at home seem to be doing good. The only thing puke-worthy is that i am writing this from Vizag....Yes you heard me right..VISHAKAPATNAM....sleepy-ass beach town on the east coast. A light year away from Bombay...but peaceful. The place gives me a lot of time to think, which leads us to the second puke-worthy point. You see....I am not a progressive thinker. This thinking business of mine always calls for trouble.......I think I am walking myself into a trap.....just like I have done twice before in my life........
STOP ME BEFORE I ..................