Forever and one

I thought you’d loved me

I thought you were my friend

Ooh I thought you’d actually be there for me

As you said when I poured out my heart for you.

But alas I was nothing but a fool.

Not for trusting you, 

No, not even for loving you.

But for believing that I could be ever loved.

As the clock struck twelve,

The midnight of 31 flashed before my eyes

And I remembered​.

I remember the warm embrace, the gentle care

And the sweet lips.

I remember the smile that could heal,

The words that could inspire,

And the kiss that could cure my soul of darkness.

My apologies for being a bitch, 

But that’s who I am without you.

But all in all,

I was, am and will always love you

Forever and one.

All alone

Why do I always feel alone ?

Why am I the last one to get picked?

Why does no one wish me on my birthday?

Why does no one ever turn up at my house?

Why do I always end up seeing dejected?

Why does no one ever call or text me?

WHY OH WHY ?!

Is it too much to much to ask for a friend

To talk your heart out ?

Liberation

How luxurious is life?
Bottling up our feelings,

Thrashing our fantasies,

Breaking our dreams,

Spreading makeup over abuse.

But why?

When just a snap from a suspending rope,

Can give us the wings of liberation.

Sharangrav’s quotes #6

We all need to find our inner child.

I’m INCAPABLE OF LOVE!

Yes indeed sir,

I proudly agree

I’M INCAPABLE OF LOVE!

Why you ask,

No it is not because of

My cold heart.

It’s just that

I’M INCAPABLE OF LOVE!

Nor is my 

Ignorance and arrogance the reason

For my loveless life;

For no one could love this savage monster,

Who’s just

INCAPABLE OF LOVE!

The constancy of change

Whilst I was accusing an acquaintance of mine for ditching me on Sunday, which rendered a non-fruitful evening of watching TV series, lamenting about the one’s that I couldn’t watch, watch videos of people bashing ‘Sasural Simar Ka’ and play with cats who think they’re my room mates; a thought about “Change” struck me.

Back in Mysore my Sundays were different. It started with getting up early, calling Samy and asking if she’s up and ready. Later cycle to the foot hills off ‘Chamundi Hills’ and park our cycles. Then began the 30 minutes ascend! Talking about utter non-sense and life changing matters simultaneously we’d reach the top. Sit down for a while, later go to the tender coconut gut and drink tender coconut. Later we’d descend in 15 minutes but suffer cramps, serves us right for dis-regarding physics! Later came breakfast at GTR. We’d order Masala Dosas and I’d later follow it with Uddin Wada (Medhu Wada). Head home and crash.

Get up in the evening and do something crazy, read a book, just cycle with no destination in mind, or go to Sam’s place and hog and gossip.

Since the time I moved to Mumbai I’ve never had these fun rendezvous with friends. And with the home sickness it invoked a craving for friends and a reason for dis-liking Mumbai.

Change is constant. 

We can’t stay put neither can we always delve into our past. My Sunday schedules too have under gone changes. From the dosa dipped in ghee days to the buzzing days to the current static ones. Life keeps on moving and we need to accept it!

We fret about change and we fret due to change!

We are in constant struggle with change whether we like it or not. So where is peace?

Does this mean we’ll have to find peace within war ?

Kiss

​Like a new born he struggles, 

Wriggles to break free, 

Crawls to follow his dreams. 

He’s a prisoner, 

Not of crime but of loneliness; 

And his curse can be liberated,

Not by a knight but;

Only with the lips of his beloved! 

-Sharangrav Samaga