tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44341043450783929782024-03-13T14:32:24.720+05:30philosophical rallyOh, dash it.wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-12993160922083997002014-10-31T00:37:00.001+05:302014-10-31T00:37:48.455+05:30Beginning of the End...
Beginning of the End...
In the flickering light,
Viewing flashes of truth,
Touching undulating desires,
With feverish tenderness.
Free-flowing dust,
Sand between your fingers,
As time slips away,
Getting closer to the dawning awareness.
Meeting inevitable cross-roads,
Struggling with togetherness and separateness,
Joy for the future,
And nostalgia for the past.
wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-5930668544888706432014-01-21T23:32:00.000+05:302014-01-21T23:34:13.767+05:30The Home of the Mind
Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home
We make a home wherever we go.
We make them with our memories. Our happy zones, our comfort spots, our
favourite people, our soothing music – stuff that spells nostalgia in bright
neon lights or with the smell of a warm kitchen smelling of freshly baked
bread. In my case, it can mean being able to hear Indian accented English or
even smell sambar (a South wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-51578599948875670252013-12-04T00:28:00.002+05:302013-12-04T00:28:23.099+05:30Isaac Asimov - Robots of Dawn
Glossary
Humaniform robot - a robot that is as close to human as possible;
Solaria, Aurora – Worlds besides Earth, inhabited by human beings, with far superior genetic structures and raised in more sanitised environments that Earth.
* * *
Daneel (a humaniform robot) led wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-48591959906455184032013-12-04T00:26:00.002+05:302013-12-04T00:26:51.803+05:30Rambling About Time...I Think.
There are so many times when we’re swamped with work or responsibilities and we don’t have time to do the things that we really want to do to unwind, relax, connect with ourselves and just really commune. At those times, we make these lists – “I will do this when I have some time to myself”, “I will do that when I have all the time in the world”. But in reality, when you actually havewallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-24040631420232942582013-05-04T15:28:00.000+05:302013-05-04T15:28:28.907+05:30Inheritance
Growing old is a scary
thought. Because, with age, our idiosyncrasies tend to concentrate and govern
and dominate our lives. Our lives would start revolving around timely food
intake, our bowel movements early in the morning or our need to compulsively gulp
down sweet dishes when no one is looking. These are just personal idiosyncrasies Habits and compulsions to which we wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-14125400494821595922012-09-03T15:41:00.001+05:302012-09-03T15:41:19.098+05:30Perfect Love Story
With happy music playing
In the background
Macabre thoughts running
In my head.
Of tortures that I can
Inflict upon you
Coz that is how I feel
Love for you.
Where every nightmare is
Something to cherish
Every disgrace,
A sacrifice.
Having each other
By the other’s shame
Secrecy or
Pain.
Purposely inflicting isolation
Denigrating each others’
Values, morality
And wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-36985084173964347032012-08-16T23:43:00.000+05:302012-08-16T23:51:29.164+05:30Crazy, Strange Lover
Like on the brink of a
precipice
Like bungee jumping,
Without a rope
Life with you seems.
Your crazy kind of love,
So haunting and hypnotising
Creeping up on me
Catching me unawares.
I could just keep watching
you,
Studying your every move,
Gazing at the depth of your
actions,
Marvelling at your varying
intricacies.
You trick me at,
Every corner.
Keep me guessing
Building wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-83309656621151757682012-07-26T13:12:00.001+05:302012-07-26T13:15:21.266+05:30Riddle me This
Come, drop some hints
Here and there.
Let us pick up
On the trail.
Follow each other,
To new discoveries.
Find some new
Knicks and knacks.
What makes you tick,
What makes me groan.
Run through
The jig saw puzzle.
Piece together,
The maze.
Let me keep you guessing,
Just as you do to me.
Riddle me this,
Riddle you that.
Unravel each other,
One layer by layer.
wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-38740019085587782712012-07-24T16:51:00.000+05:302012-07-24T16:53:47.919+05:30I am a Woman
I can be kind. I can be
gentle. I can be nurturing. I can be sexual. I can be deep. I can be frivolous.
I can be sensitive. I can be cold. I can be a mother. I can be a vixen. I can
be selfish. I can be self-sacrificing. I can be perceptive. I can be walled. I can
be loving. I can be cruel. I can be steadfast. I can be mysterious. I can be
solid. I can be ephemeral. I can be whimsical. I can wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-70637284630058575132011-12-27T15:45:00.002+05:302011-12-27T15:45:49.464+05:30Reaching for the Stars
Through restless meanderingsThrough entropic choicesWinding our convoluted waysThrough the paths of life.
To find some significanceSome glittery, others staidLooking through tunnelsFeeling for shortcuts.
Suffering humiliationFacing failures and rejectionLike busybodiesPlaying bumping cars.
Crossing paths,Making tiny differencesYet the dissatisfactionOf not being what we’d like to be.
Superficialwallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-58674649900437970832011-07-05T19:01:00.002+05:302011-07-05T19:01:53.063+05:30Abandoned Dreams
We leave them behind,Trailing along behind us,Marking a long lineOf ambitions and memories.
We leave them behind,In our pursuit of importance,To gather dust by,The wayside.
Forgotten futuresThat could have been,Just passing before our eyes,Like a snapshot movie,Of memories.
A little ode to such,Abandoned dreams.A minute of remembrance,To such abandoned dreams.Like unborn children,That could wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-29652418739832900222011-04-01T13:20:00.000+05:302011-04-01T13:20:44.304+05:30He loves, She loves.
She looked at him as He peeled away at his clothes. The ominous light from the street lamp cast eerie shadows, rendering a sense of surrealism to the scene that was unfolding before her eyes. They moved closer as He kept undressing every piece of clothing. Piece by piece. Hypnotically. They were growing closer. And the merging into one amorphous, indistinct mass happened in one fluid motion.The wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-57171346576563106912010-12-20T17:44:00.000+05:302010-12-20T17:44:33.341+05:30Catharsis“Oh! You should look at this” she says as she waves her newfound book in her arms.
He looks up at her distractedly, himself engrossed in something very deep and meaningful. For him, at least.
“Don’t you like this?” she asks enthusiastically.
No, no. He couldn’t be bothered right now. He was already under a lot of pressure. No, he couldn’t look up to enjoy the small things that life has to offerwallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-43459880144807347442010-11-05T22:32:00.000+05:302010-11-05T22:32:13.294+05:30Dirty in My HeadOh we have a casual conversation alright,But you don’t know what I’m thinking in my head.“So how is work?” you ask,“Pretty good”, I reply.But do you know, that I’m undressingYou, in my head?
Sure we discuss family irritations.“I feel like getting out of home”, you say.“Oh I agree!!” I reply.But do you know, that I’m wonderingWhat your skin feels like underneathThat shirt that smells like a dream?wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-59498520589282115002010-10-11T22:48:00.000+05:302010-10-11T22:48:27.949+05:30FrequencyCome let’s bounce along,The same frequency.Let me know youFor a while longer,So that I read,Your thought patterns.The familiarity of it all,Let’s enjoy the comfort,Of each other’s,Frequency.Come let’s explore,New dimensions,Through each other’s,Thought patterns.Let’s see the same light,The same colours;Let’s hear the same words,The same sounds;Let’s understand,The same meaning,In each other’s,wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-22339877905683897232010-08-31T13:24:00.000+05:302010-08-31T13:24:44.369+05:30Suck on my finger tips...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4fyk5IThAs
Her Space Holiday. For the kinky side in us.wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-77322412721866777792010-08-30T09:24:00.000+05:302010-08-30T09:24:35.790+05:30A Bird in the Hand is worth two in the BushFor starters, you might be wondering what kind of a bush I'm talking about right? No, no. Not that one. This one is quite tame.
There was Emily Wayne who liked candies. She already had a box of dark chocolate. It was good. Very good, in fact. But after a while, she got bored of it. That is about the time when she came across another box of dark chocolate. This one is different from the previous wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-41342975079840635302010-06-17T23:52:00.000+05:302010-06-18T00:53:47.953+05:30Of Untrained Glances"Glancing the other way, when you see something beautiful. Looking away when something inspires you. The pain of such beauty. Can you not bear it?"
Pause. As he looked at her with a quizzical expression.
"I entice you, don't I?" That is quite fascinating", she said, looking over the rim of her coffee cup as she drank her brew.
She was indeed quite fascinated. It amused her to see the way he wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-15801411015861179692010-06-08T22:10:00.000+05:302010-06-08T22:20:47.820+05:30Here, keep with thee all theseDispensable tokens of Affection.I give them to thou, my loveTo remember me by, when need be.Of fleeting, ethereal moments,That might not stand the test of time.Those whimsical fantasies,We wove together.Keep them with thee To remember the painThat absence creates.Carry them wherever thou wants,So that I can see.But then. I must tell thou this,I wouldn't really wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-77988736005324129722010-04-08T23:21:00.000+05:302010-04-08T23:23:46.767+05:30What haveYou and I shared?Can you remember,All of themMemories.Sometimes, at nightI awake toDreams of us and wonder- Did that just happen?To only realiseIt did...wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-84391033568921151902010-03-30T20:39:00.000+05:302010-03-30T20:41:46.018+05:30An Ode to My Day DreamsI sit in a grey room. With tall walls. Walls so tall, that I can’t feel the ceiling. But I know it exists. I look outside the window, with intricate vine-like designs, when I see a vision of a long neck. It seems almost vulnerable. I don’t know why, considering it belongs to a guy who seems to have a bull-neck. Then I get images of him. Of what we might do, were we in the same place. I can feel wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-80033324184588738722010-03-19T01:00:00.000+05:302010-03-19T01:02:56.269+05:30Going Slow...The importance of going slow is never emphasized too much in our lives. I am a slow person. I have been so since I was a child. Somewhere I still have retained those qualities. I have, of course, learnt to “speeden” things up. But I am still much slower compared to a lot of other people in my life. I don’t think I have ever “cursed” myself or felt bad about being slow. In fact, somewhere it wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-71034929555921187312010-01-01T22:28:00.000+05:302010-01-01T22:38:09.059+05:30Just for You.I’d like to know That deep, dark chocolate Side of you. Let me have a lick - A taste, that’d Drive me wild. The scent of your Musky thoughts. Such an intoxication. Down through the dangerous lane Of your dark imagination. Guide me through areas, Unimagined. Exploring me, Exploring you. Feel my love, My special form of love. Just for you.wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-92008072369771732052010-01-01T21:46:00.000+05:302010-01-01T22:09:10.274+05:30Strange LoveCheck out: http://www.actionext.com/names_k/koop_lyrics/strange_love.htmlhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBldVJnzdnM&NR=1A song with special significance. A Pluto-Venus relationship. Something that I've been obsessing over for quite a while now. It describes perfectly how such a relationship should be. The sort of love that ensues between Hades and Persephone. Hades is the pursuer, the wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4434104345078392978.post-39278544055448796682010-01-01T21:35:00.000+05:302010-01-01T21:36:13.867+05:30A few of my favourite things...I don’t know how to start this. But it is one of the most exquisite feelings that I’ve felt in a long time. I know all of us have our special little fetishes. The very things that make us go vroom vroom vrrrroooom!! This is something I’ve never played. In fact, there is nothing special about a thumb fight. It is something that we play as kids, to show off the skills of our digits. But then it is wallpaperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13375423868152120213noreply@blogger.com0