Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

Deep in thoughts Grilling my mind Scratching my head Hoping to find If there were any Good days we shared topics on we laughed all memories come bared All i remember is lying and deceit You tore me bit by bit In reality you were full of sh*t Now i wonder if were u really worth it?

My 10 words and my take on it 1. Rain : Long walks 2. Friendship : forever 3. Life : Love 4. Money : Comforts 5. Love : Life 6. India : corruption 7. Download : U Torrentz 8. Husband : Pain in the rear 9. Books : My best friend 10. Cell Phone : necessity This page has been submitted as a part of   Word-O-Logy Wednesday  at " Coveted Dreams "

Revenge Treisha  lay naked in a pool of blood; her tongue slit...bruise marks all over the body. Her forehead was covered in blood, her face looks pale. Her lipstick, her eyeliner and mascara smudged on her face. I think she must have cried a lot. I can't breathe and I feel dizzy. I need something to sit-on. My legs suddenly feel weak. Suddenly I feel a pat on my shoulder. I turn to see  Treisha  staring at me. Her eyes are shining and pleading as if trying to say something. I didn’t see her lips move but I heard her saying, "Help me", and those words keep echoing as she disappears in thick fog. I open my eyes and sit up, I am sweating profusely and my throat is unusually dry. This is not the first time I have seen this dream. And I know this is not the last time either. I rub my eyes and look around. I  recognize  the dingy smell that fills the room. It’s hot and very humid. There is a very small window and I could only see moon and at time...

Standing in the middle of the road Silently waving you good-bye It seems you were just born yesterday I am amazed to see how time fly. I promise I will smile I promise no tear will be shed But every day when u return from school will always wonder if you are properly fed I promise to love u nurture you and be your friend I promise to be there for you  even till the end

I stand on the footpath and i see the world go by there is a profound guilt that would often make me cry If only I could get one chance to correct my mistake but, Oh, life is not a film where I could give a retake I wish I was there by her side when she needed me I wish i could take care of her that would have set me free Everybody has to go someday but now i feel so lost. Now I have no one to guide me Oh Maa i miss you the most.

love on the brink of breaking -up is like a dance where one person is  trying to hold and pull the  other close while other is busy dreaming about a third person . I  so wish heart came with a switch board . You turn off the  feeling you  hold for a  person and turn on the affection toward a more  deserving   candidate,  who you  know would love you back. I just wish it was  this easy to  LET GO " How long have you been going around with Ayesha?" I tried to sound impassive and unaffected as much as I could muster. I knew I was screaming inside, howling. Felt like throwing things. Ayesha was a woman who too worked with my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. I knew they were good friends. I have seen Sims’s coming in weird time of the night. I knew the trouble was staring me in my face but I chose to turn a blind eye. Someone too confident and too stupid, once said let your love fly...let it touch the sky...if it co...

I  m having a hard time understanding the concept of "moving on in life". U actually don't really move on. You just condition your brain..to keep that thing or t he person in the darkest side of ur conscious level..till it becomes a habit. But what happens when u see that person or the thing again???? Its then you realize u never really moved on.....u are right there...feeling the same thing..:(                                               *********************** Last evening, I met my ex-boyfriend. He was shopping with his Girlfriend. I was running after my daughter Kavya when i bumped into him. We both recognized the moment we saw each other. There was a wide-eyed amazement in both our eyes.He introduced me to his girlfriend.She was frail looking, impeccably dressed and hand feet manicured /pediured ... whtever it is...make-up tastefully done. She too ...

There was a time When we had gentlemen Sophisticated and tall and Mr. Know-it-all There was a time when we had Ladies soft and elegant never so blatant There was a time  when we had love at first sight eyes shy and lips trembling happy songs are what the heart's singing But that time is long gone In the times of "boys will be boys" the for-ever boy and girl tucked in the blanket Love is only limited to  body and pocket.  (this thing written after finishing Jane Austen's sense and sensibility for the 100th time...couldn't stop myself from comparing then and now)