Psychedelic Slippers

the inability to think would be a curse you d say, but then thats just the tranquiliser you need, to stop it from exploding. to freeze out the thoughts. To not feel... to not feel your own self living like something you hated, loathed, despised. Something you lived against. To not feel yourself "living" the way life meant to you, or to not even find "life" holding the same "value". to give up life as you knew it for a life the way its presumed to be, just for something thats supposed to be revered above all.... but then you do think, and you cant stop thinking, and that's why being a presumptuous careless bitch is much easier

she stared at the infinitude that stretched beneath her feet, the endless blues that gave wings to her dreams and the promises... promises in sand, promises on the ripples, promises to the dawn... promises to herself; promises of a way a life would be, would be lived, would be felt... and then the confessions, confessions of deep desires, and then the waves resounding the voice back. the voice that made promises, and promises to keep them. he stood by her silently, not wanting to disturb the tranquil figure that stood defiantly in the gushing wind, teasing it with her fragile strength. a fresh gust shook her, he drew closer, sliding his fingers between hers. she smiled. ...the promises, the promise of love, of a life together, of a home, of adventures, of a companionship to be forever. she leaned back on him, he wrapped his arms around her. she smiled back at the sea... a weak smile, one that acknowledges a defeat even before the onset of a battle. " I love him" she whispered...

'Give me your love' said she, 'Give me your dreams' said he 'Give me your pride' said she 'Give me your mind' said he

Hello world, I am here to talk. No not promises, speeches n slogans and stuff of that sort. No just gupshup. Yeah the around the corner “hi! Hello!” stuff. Candle light march? Ahh yes id been on one.i walked with a candle talking about my day, and movies n stuff. No I din’t speak on camera, just to people I knew. Some I met after long. Huge turn out. What opinion? I don’t know what to say. No am not the ‘neta types’. M just a peaceful little person. No I don’t crave for media attention. Ahh yes it would be nice to have your photo in the paper. No but not at such things. No nothing political. I don’t want to be associated with anything remotely political. No pro no against. Yes I do think about it, sometimes when everyone’s talking. No actually not much. Then it passes. Newspaper?? Ya I read. No news channels, unless it some 26/11 or tsunami o world cup coverage. No I don’t read the newspapers, just page 3. It depresses me. Just the headlines sometimes. Just a glance. But I prefer lis...

this one's for "you". ( i hope "you" will know its you) I've been wanting to say this for quite some time. "I love your eyes". They have something in them, that takes things a little beyond the obvious.That child like curious inquisitive look of yours, it amazes me how you can always hold it (in calm and chaos alike) i love the way you lend the "extra" to the ordinary... the way you add "depth"... just by the way you look at them. the way you change perspectives, and especially how u make others see them. i love the way you hold things in your eyes... and make them mean much more i love your eyes... really !!! i wonder if you think with them too. (p.s. this post was inspired by this pic. photo by Aakash Johry flicked from his fb album)

"What you feel in the presence of a thing you admire is just one word-'YES'. The affirmation , the acceptance, the sign of admittance. And that 'YES' is more than an answer to one thing, its kind of 'Amen' to life, to the earth that holds this thing, to the though that created it, to yourself for being able to see it. But the ability to say 'Yes' or 'No' is the essence of all ownership. it's your ownership of your own ego. Your soul, if you wish. Your soul has a single basic function, the act of valuing. 'Yes' or 'No', 'I wish' or 'I do not wish'. You can't say 'Yes' without saying 'I'. There's no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this essence everything to which you grant your love is yours." Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead