Rose

Off Carter Road

I'm fishing in the deep blue sea.
Seasons change.
The sun is out
you cant wear shinny clothes anymore.
I have a new blog.

This place smells of silence

block your air monsters

Smooth

photo friday post

pointless pinkoolika

sunkissed

Dear fluteman,

I adore your notes and tones
I do not move from my room
Who are you fluteman?
Why is it that you play the flute?
You don’t sell flutes I know.
Why do you wait outside my gate
while I try to disguise the lies
in my happy eyes?
There is a longing in your stare
That your wind sends to run down my back
My hair I tie and untie.
Your fingers they shut and open
the sore pores of your magic wand
I lust
A saintly sort of lust for your presence in me
In me when I feel, I write
I think
So I can blow words like you
But I blow soap bubbles instead.
There they are
They look pretty a minute and then

And then
I don’t use full stops

Pallavi's random ramblings
i like this post.
worth a thought.

losing the lost

i dont remember things
the milk on the stove
the exam date
the house i lived in
what i ate last night
what i said that day



its block and delete mode again.
I dont want to talk to people.
I just dont know what to say.
Why does it become like that?
Distance makes me comfortable.



my window
the painting
my window my painting
my window painting
my painting window
window my painting
painting my window.

15th march Holi Day

my holi is described here
Beware its a long post.

Reply II

A letter trapped in a green grass bottle
thrown into the red sea the dead sea
hits the shore.
I read it some more
and it looks like a pore.
It is sore.
She isnt walking in
She can't slam the door.
The whore.

The reply

feel very little
dreams are brittle
create i not
words they rot.
my innards are ill
so is my will.
think tank
no prank
words
words
words
Frank,
the jar lies empty.
no thank you,
i dont drink tea.
well may be,
words crush thee.
your words
my words
words the birds
that hurt the curds.
ferment your breath
and tempt my death.
lets leave her and she
let them be
him and he.
you and me
let them free

blink

Where is she?
I don't want to sleep mum,
no not yet
I have a strange feeling
my existence is just part of a script
For God sake tell me!
Tell me I'm not a dream but part of reality
She replied 'Hush, just enjoy the journey'
What if, maybe, and why?
And suddenly I began to cry
Cause I am scared of how and why
Tell me I am not somebody's dream, a propt, a lie, please tell me!
She replied 'Hush now and just enjoy the journey'

By Raven

HAPPY 100!

This is my 100th post. I want to thank a lot of people, I know I'm going to get an oscar someday, but i will not spare this chance either!

I dedicate this to my parents...
to the guy who hurt me...

To my friends at home

friends near home
friends at college

and how can i forget

my elder sister!!
also...
aneesh
nandan
& deen

get well soon papa

today

Today I overslept in the bus on my way home from college
And woke up at the bus depot just before the bus conductor could wake me up.

from my notebook

while experimenta was on.
no you are not king liar, dont think you are so glamourous.

Meme Memory Men

So many men
in the mini mad world
make mango masks
move milk mills
and mark money mess,
mint moss maps
mate mustard mummies
and market malicious memories.

i give up again.

there is a storm in my tummy,
the beachkit isnt funny,
you called me both slut and honey,
the weather is nice and sunny,
i dont get what they say mummy
i dont get what they say mummy.

J,

what have i done to you and
what have you done to me
that we speak no more?
i have no reason,
but that you dont wish to speak to me.

The God of All Mail Boxes.

exam time = best time to draw.
plus i have new scanner!
me = happy
this post is dedicated to all girls with the names
fanaah zaira
heeba sheeba
rabia noor
aziza and kaneez.
I love muslim names.

And he wrote

when you realize your dreams are delusions
you will be happier.
"What hope is, is but a mystery"
said he who had no dreams but
the wishes to survive the nightmare.

j messaged this today

HELP!!

Its a sign!!

This is was emailed to me by Bushra.

Starry Starry Night

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

Hear this song at Erebus' little shop of horrors.

Bottled

My exams are coming up.
I havent been studying.
thinking.
posts will be few.
till then some drawings for you.