Monday, September 22, 2008

Death is going away forever

I received a call from my sister sometime back. She told me Abhilash, my cousin, is no more. It was an accident. The rest we spoke in silence.

All I can say is I could have written a hundred posts on him to describe our unique relation. But I never did. Why did I wait till this day?

Monday, September 15, 2008


….I pray to god to give you all what you wish for.
Except me.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Never mine

He is indeed like his old digital diary. I never could open it.

He never told me the password. I never asked twice.

For once forget....

Forget that you once spoke...
Forget that you once loved....

I did.
I forgot everything that I once was.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Nothing else matters

It is natural to love tattoos if you love rock music. But why did you do it? You know how much I like tattoos. And the pain that it comes with. The pain of needles that can ink your flesh deep with fancies of days, which still smelt of my nail paint. The bloody blood-red nail paint.

Now go. Go live the life of a hippie that both of us once so madly wanted to.

You are free, but not me.

Remembering the lyrics of ‘wherever I may roam’.
And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need