A solitary tear plummeted to the ground...

It was harder than he had imagined. To have disappeared in her eyes. To be treated as insignificantly as a speck of dust. To be loved and not to be loved back. Not that he stopped loving her though she did. The sudden indifference broke him. The sudden indifference after all the times they'd had. Like how the waves wash away the sand castles. In a flash. Gone. like the snail trailing back with the waves. He offered her everything, she left behind a broken heart and tears of anguish.



A solitary tear plummeted to the ground...

If I compiled all my crimes and my lies into amnesty
Would you come back to me?
The smile on my lips is a sign that I don't hear you leaving me
And I don't hear my own soul scream
I'll read your lips, watch your scarf play at your hips
And I know it's true
But I don't hear him call to you
Don't blame yourself
Don't change yourself
I just wanna be over you, see, if you'll love
Don't hate yourself

If I compiled all my crimes and my lies into amnesty
Would you come back to me?
The smile on my lips is a sign that I don't hear you leaving me
And I don't hear my own soul scream
Don't blame yourself
(don't blame yourself)
Don't change yourself
(don't change yourself)
I just wanna be over you, see, if you'll love
(don't hate yourself)
Don't hate yourself

- My gift of silence (Blackfield)

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Terror has a new face

The hands of the clock inched toward eight. There was an air of tension around the place. It looked so out of place. People shifting in thier seats as if they were not comfortable. It was obvious that there was a plan. Just that no one knew what it was. Glances were exchanged, heads nodded. tongues wetted the upper lips of their owners. It was time. The flash presentation ended. The screen was yanked. The stage was alight......


They rose. In rebellion. In unison. All differences apart. Leaving those on stage lost for words. We marched like a pride of lions. All the hunters ran amuck tried to suppress them, were forced to withdraw and keep them in. They seemed lost in the sea of mutiny. The mutineers exchange looks. Smiles spread. A collective roar.

Bhagat singh looks down with a snug grim on his face from the big screen, seemingly thinking, "My spirit still lives..".

Scars remain....

The mental me

Funny how the mind works.



At first it is like the seed, waiting to grow, to learn more, and never forget what is learnt. That is when the child learns to walk, talk and do all the other basic stuff. The world would be a fun'ner' place to live in if it were the other way wouldn't it? Man and baby learning to walk at the same time??

Then the kid gets bigger and so does the mind. It starts knowing. There's a difference knowledge from learning and jus..downright knowing. It knows how the way of the world is. But yet keeps the innocence intact. The child enters his teens.

The mind is at its prime. It hasn't yet lost its ability to remember stuff, either e=mc2 or the pretty-girl-at-the-coffee-place's number. It is a whirlwind of thoughts, each striving to be prominent. Direction plays an important role here.

Funny how the mind decides against something, but spends a whole lot of time contemplating it. Funny how the mind which cannot be sothed by silence is soothed by the reverberating guitar chords.
Funny how the mind gets angry at the ones it loves and instantly forgives them because the thought that it loves them so much not to allow hate to barge in, strikes it.
Funny how the mind finds that last drop of honey on the thumb tastier than the whole bottle.
Funny how the mind suddenly feels like bringing up memories which it thought were long lost, just to dwell in them for that extra minute it never got.
Funny how the mind which has just seen transformers and found that an exhilarating experience also studies z transforms and convolutions and finds that interesting too.
Funny how the mind feels like blogging when it has an internal to face tomorrow.....
Funnier how it plans to listen to blackfield after closing this window.
Funny how the mind which is said to be idle is nothing but that.
Funny how the mind works.