I did.
...Because I fell in love with a pirate. Now he robbed my everything that is- my soul and color of my heart. I live like a lean, pale piece of dead moon or may be a rotten tomato.
The pirate got away with it. He had the princess, he still has her. But this little ugly pixie was left in the middle of the sea finding her solace in the bubbles of fake dreams captivated by the white sea-scum.
I wasn't a brat before. I was sad, but not a sadist before. The cynical way of life has created ME.
And now I am lost in some bitter-sweet smoke of weed.
But I saw a black butterfly in the station while waiting for the train. It danced around me as I watched it with a long-lost smile on my face. Suddenly the train arrived and the black-beauty was apart from me.
I have a firefly in my room. Every time I turn the lights off at night, it lits up its existence.
I don't feel alone. Anymore.
Just broken.
You played with me and left me as a broken plaything.
And someday I would move on.
Someday the pain would be eased.
Someday life would seem alright.
Someday I would forgive you.
Someday I'll hate your lies instead of loving them.
Someday...
P.S.- Don't worry if you are doing so =]
And Durga Puja was here again.
16 comments:
I loved this post. :)
YAYAYAYAYAY, Durga pooja.
utterly disappointing view of life... weed bitter... dats one thing dats always sweet...
Someday?
I am still waiting for that to happen.
Sheesh.
Now I feel sad.
And someday you will write a happy-happy post....
Nice pics, how was durga pooja?
@Sam, whoa! u sound so happy =|
@quartertoinsane, well well, you are indeed right. \weed/
But as long as u are in control =/
@Lucifer, no, don't feel sad. I forbid you from feeling so -_-
@Veena, right =]
Durga Pooja was good. A bit boring for me coz i wasn't allowed to hang out with friends. Still, ok.
=]
Pretty psychedelic in its own way. I like the picture you draw up with the black cutterfly...surreal and painfully, bitterly realistic somehow. I can almost identify that same butterfly as the one that hovers around me at times....and urges me to get another peg of vodka....or write another song...hichever seems more creative at the moment.
It's funny hoe pain can be a catalyst....breaks you.....only to rebuild you again.
great going pixie.....waiting to see when the pixie evolves into a Phoenix. :-)
Really an interesting post. Enjoyed reading it. Love the way you write, it has a smooth flow in it :)
Btw, hope you enjoy reading my post - When love calls
Take care :)
@Kabir, Phoenix? umm...not a bag idea :P
Thank you for such a nice comment =]
@Romeo, thanks =]
@Kabir, Phoenix? umm...not a bag idea :P
Thank you for such a nice comment =]
@Romeo, thanks =]
@aritry woz work is d original???
http://deadpoets-diary-rachna.blogspot.com/2010/10/consider-it-as-blog-post.html
http://deadpoets-diary-rachna.blogspot.com/2010/10/consider-it-as-blog-post.html
both d posts are same
everything in this blog is absolutelty original. don't be confused Rudra.
everything in this blog is absolutelty original. don't be confused Rudra.
everything in this blog is absolutelty original. don't be confused Rudra.
everything in this blog is absolutelty original. don't be confused Rudra.
and that's a fake blog! :(
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