The different parts of me make interesting conversation. Tuesday, May 6, 2014. The anatomy of a breakup. It was a difficult concept to grasp. Ink stains, blood stains, all of these were quite easy to understand. But tears were a transparent liquid, a bodily expulsion of translucent emotions. How could tears stain? It was cleaning day.

Cuz i wanna write about other stuff too. Wednesday, 16 May 2012. A Blackguard with a Poem. But in the midst of his angst and withdrawal, even he had a Poem. Conceived in incredulity, pursued with foolhardiness, realised in alien hope, nurtured with surprising love, he truly imagined the possibility of everlasting happiness in its finality. But alas, that the rhyme should lose its rhythm! He loves her still.

From the earlier post, it may have occured to some that i seem to be in a nostalgic mood these days. Increasingly frequent yawns and the equally ocassional, yet equally increasingly frequent churns of empty stomachs.

Monday, December 2, 2013. Burnt leaves strewn across my heart. A corner stone disguised in darkness. The tinge of a burnt summer sun. And the voices sing to the wind. A window pane frosted blue. The rusted tune of a vintage melody. A swirling tornado of memories. And the voices sing to the wind. Give me a broken arrow and a mud tile. Give me a shattered emerald and a stone. Play with my heart and a love song.

Friday, August 7, 2015. Blue is the colour of the clear sky up above. And the oceans and rivers down below. If your eyes are blue, you may be a foreigner. But if your face is blue, you are probably sick. However, if you are bruised black and blue. You were perhaps in a fight. And might feel like listening to blues. But if you watch a blue film,. Blue is the colour of royalty.