n' just like that...

i didn't laugh. she didn't laugh either. we were both laughless... formin' an auditorium of words within each other... tryin' to make an exit through just one 2 by 2 door. bottlenecked words are mostly inaudible.

the wrong was committed. we're responsible. no. maybe just me. it's not the guilt which is killin' me now but it's the consequences. n' the changes which encircle the periphery. my denial was weird. it wore the mask of rudeness. blame it on me. the anger was majorly bafflin'. because there wasn't any point. but i knew it was the grief. bargainin' was misunderstanin'. depression was tryin' to hide its way. acceptance was majorly pronounced. she apparently wasn't grievin'. what i meant by that was to me... she wasn't. it's just that i can't make such a statement because that would suggest i was majorly bold. you don't want to be bold. boldness has it's own drawbacks. in my case. it ends up in solvin' math problems mostly related to permutation n' combination n' sometimes even probability. n' that's another thing you don't want to do. you don't want to do math.

n' it's kind of funny when you're tryin' hard to swallow your anger. not even swallowin'. it's like schedulin' it to sometime later as you don't want to lose these moments now. n' that's actually nice. even romantic.

an ode to bolivian marchin' powder

it's a funny feelin' huh... you feel for someone n' then you don't feel for someone else. you make it look... as if you can't. n' you simply qualify for eternal mercy of a minuscule time frame... where you know you've not acted anythin' different.... or at times when you look back you tend to realize you were two times stupider than you normally are. but still somethin' works out which never works n' is known for that. narrow skies drown you... n' you tend to swin deep. most often it doesn't work n' you defy the whole world. it's a hind sight... it's stressful. it's alarmingly risky n' exceedingly liable to deter your esteem. it's unpredictible... it's unsure. in most cases it's a lie... n' in the others it's just ignorance of the truth. it's a loss of control... n' a permanent need of a dependency. it's makes you grow weak... it makes you grow lonelier. it's non-existent... it's confusin'. n' except for the fact that it doesn't feel so, it's positively borin' n' depressin'.

i hate honesty...

a forced dream. an uninvited night. a very long day. wasted surprise. a brilliant headache.. with just a book in your hand with a lot of words n' a pocketful of vocabulary tryin' your best to cope up with your difficulty n' to still enjoy everythin' written.

do you?

do you look at the guy who runs after a movin' bus to get on it? do you still feel like lookin' to know if got in or not? do you look at him if in case he doesn't make it? don't stop doin' it man... i think it's really sweet.

just kiddin'

either it starts rotatin' the opposite direction or it stops totally.. but it's definitely somethin' different from the normal. sometimes... it's just a cliff hanger... on-your-little-finger-of-your-left-hand-cliff-hanger. n' only thing you can look for is not a reachin' hand but nature turnin' off the gravity feature. not against gravity though... but thinkin' about it. it has indeed given results to a lot of things n' focussin' on biproducts.. it has given concepts like lookin' down on someone... or pushin' someone to move ahead... because the entities like up n' down are just not factors decided by height.. height itself would have meant nothin' had there been no gravity... we're either afraid of heights or we're too afraid of livin' low. the whole concept of laughter is actually flavoured by gravity infact.. or otherwise you'd have laughed like a bastard... when your cheeks wouldn't have felt pulled or your stomach spasmed when you laughed so hard. thinkin' further.... a joke on the moon would have been 6 times less funnier than on the earth!

makes sense actually. the massless always floats.. n' never falls from grace!

p.s. no. it actually doesn't make sense.