Girls. What an illogical creatures we are. And now I am totally frank and honest confessing. Ya, ya.. confessing - because I am negletting efforts of many girls who fed up trying to convince people opposite. But the truth is…we are illogical. Otherwise isn’t she strange creature if yesterday she was judging her friend who keeps looking for excuses for her boyfriend; yesterday she was saying that its stupid to fuck brains because of a guy who is not interested in you; yesterday she was so cool and confident saying all this but…. But today she is herself fucking her brains and trying to slow down her heartbeat because of a guy who didn’t talk to her for one month (means he is totally not into her even as a friend) and suddenly pinged her on messenger by who-the hell-knows reason.
Where that confident girl who was sitting here yesterday in a judge chair? Ahan.. what we can hear. Let me guess. Its something like “No nothing like that, its different with me” or “He is good but facing problems”? Bullshit. Stinky bullshit.
So do we still insist that we are damn logical creatures? lolz
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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It's so wierd...
At times minor and light decisions make your heart beats faster and feel nervousness... anxiety.
But important decision which impact your life keep you calm and quiet
p.s.
maybe it's because you feel that decision which you took is the right one......
At times minor and light decisions make your heart beats faster and feel nervousness... anxiety.
But important decision which impact your life keep you calm and quiet
p.s.
maybe it's because you feel that decision which you took is the right one......
Incomplete story
When I saw your face first time I felt something and realized....you were in my life before but I forgot you.
Your streets-wrinkles furrowed your face seemed to be familiar to me...your voice - merged to variety of sounds....have we met before?
Some inexplicable feeling. Anxiety. Lump in my throat. I didn't attach much importance to that feeling.... it happens, just someone's video.
I was turning out from me those unpleasant sensations, convincing myself that it's only my morbid imagination and I cant judge you without seeing.
I was preparing for our first meeting even not being sure that I am ready to meet you.
You are one flight away.
....again this inexplicable feeling.......
I am dragging my feet and I am not in a hurry to leave airport...something is wrong...but I am getting grip on myself and taking a step out...
The next moment burst of sounds, smells, sensations...heart is pumping hard .. and that inexplicable feeling is taking on the shape of comprehension "I was here and something went wrong. Something horrible and irreparable happened and I couldn't prevent it"
Kolkata.
I don't see this city from the window of my cab... I feel it, hardly trying to hold back tears. I remember your scent. I close my eyes and for a moment my sensations transfer me there ... it seems I can hear snatches of conversations, screams, tears and despair. I open my eyes and feel frustration - I couldn't prevent it, I cant change it now... because I even don't know what is it. All what I know it was something horrible, something which memory in this birth preserved as faint echo.
Morning. I am running away from you by the nearest flight.
You played another one dirty trick on me but it wasn't the reason of my escape. YOU were the reason.
One day (very soon) I will back and you will tell me everything, but this time I will be ready to face you and your story. Till now..this story is incomplete...........
Your streets-wrinkles furrowed your face seemed to be familiar to me...your voice - merged to variety of sounds....have we met before?
Some inexplicable feeling. Anxiety. Lump in my throat. I didn't attach much importance to that feeling.... it happens, just someone's video.
I was turning out from me those unpleasant sensations, convincing myself that it's only my morbid imagination and I cant judge you without seeing.
I was preparing for our first meeting even not being sure that I am ready to meet you.
You are one flight away.
....again this inexplicable feeling.......
I am dragging my feet and I am not in a hurry to leave airport...something is wrong...but I am getting grip on myself and taking a step out...
The next moment burst of sounds, smells, sensations...heart is pumping hard .. and that inexplicable feeling is taking on the shape of comprehension "I was here and something went wrong. Something horrible and irreparable happened and I couldn't prevent it"
Kolkata.
I don't see this city from the window of my cab... I feel it, hardly trying to hold back tears. I remember your scent. I close my eyes and for a moment my sensations transfer me there ... it seems I can hear snatches of conversations, screams, tears and despair. I open my eyes and feel frustration - I couldn't prevent it, I cant change it now... because I even don't know what is it. All what I know it was something horrible, something which memory in this birth preserved as faint echo.
Morning. I am running away from you by the nearest flight.
You played another one dirty trick on me but it wasn't the reason of my escape. YOU were the reason.
One day (very soon) I will back and you will tell me everything, but this time I will be ready to face you and your story. Till now..this story is incomplete...........
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