Tuesday, November 29, 2011


It's out there.Published already.Do I need to tout & so re-tout.I am writing cause I have to let it out to know the truth.Early in the morning I had a deep chat with my roomie about what we are deciding ain't what we want.You gotta see what age you are into.This is what the phase of tentativeness.You tend to get bored of prolonged stuffs.It's here ,where you live a life of attaching dots of different diameter to make a complete line.

Some Threshold Points:

1.Scribbling thoughts out at 3am after a night full of random surfing.
3.Figuring every other entrance examination as your goal and get over with it.
4.Answering all questions with 'fine'.
5.Getting addicted to small stuffs like choco lava or prime time tea.
6.Get hurt when people say 'you,a loser'(knowing that all are).
7.Try to convince all single people around.
8.Talking to kids make one to complacent time.
9.Happiness is distracted,may be the best you can get is @KFC's chicken popcorn.
10.Some 10 days of rigorous stuff and then 3 days a break with madness.
11.You start get bored of same,old people and place.
13.Experiment with all new stuffs.
12.Winter evenings are the best.Calm,convincing,not lonely but alone.
13.You go to office on weekend support and develop a rebel inside of you next time.
14.Think of all way to get out of present.
15.Unknowingly you tend to be capricious.
16.A day,you see yourself in 1000 people travelling around you.
17.Moreover,though you say you change a lot,deep down all of your posts on the blog look same.

I hope I'd be coming up with new cells of thoughts next time.The de-re-generation at every zillion seconds of a 22-30 aged people who work 9 to 5 ;)

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Has anybody been recently strolling one's thoughts over my posts.Nope.Yes.Whatelse!Well I do.I need a frame now.Sick of those same place,same rants and now want to renew all.I kind of get the idea behind why do people run around the globe!I wish i could get a mind to get into.The very same hackneyed brain in the very same stuffs around,have become lame.This just hit me today while travelling around streets of Hyderabad.How different streets speak of different stories and how the time of turning to our very own homey street make me feel dead.I wish i could change all by now and then.I have kinda stopped liking the trees,leaves by my window.The morning music at my neighbours is making me go mad.The same arrangements at all my places is just so dead.I don't feel life any more.Do they sell thoughts and mind these days,cause I am looking into buying.

Fly me to nowhere...
I've never been there.I promise I'll be back one day.

There comes times when I wish I'd be no more.
There are hours, there are days.

And yet you wish me be mortal.
Ordinary amongst those who roams the lands.

Touched by an angel.
Brought to be more than I wanted, into the light.

Redeemed of my sins.
Dispersed like ashes in the sea.
That's where you'll find me...

At the sea...Fingers to toes...
Death releases us all.

I am being.World rotating or world crashed down.
We all fall down the same vastness.

Can I leave it all behind?
Just for a little while...

yet kept this human cover...
No one can hear me...
No one can see me...
Lost and found...

Swim until you drown. Love until you hate.

It's all I know.