colour

I can see blackness.
I can make my way through blackness.
I can feel colour. I can smell colour. I can taste colour. I can understand colour.
I want to be paleness in darkness.
I can love colour. I can hate colour. I can make colour. I can hurt colour.
I can hear it blowing outside my window, in the tree leaves.
I see it now, in the mirror.
I feel cold colour under my blanket. I feel it blowing out from my nostrils.

In how many different ways can you interpret life?

24.07.2006 : monday

when fascination gets mixed with depression and frustraion

mist flowing out of your guts
smokey dragons vanishing in the air
eyes the colour of blood
mind a vacant space
spirit flying away

EVAPORATE

THEY

REALITY

INTO

MASSAGED

ARE

IDEAS

UNLESS

saw this at a restaurant...

i'm afraid if i talk i might feel free...i need to be chained to this bitter sweet torture...i'm starting to like this poison growing in my stomach, slowly rising in my lungs, in my throat, spilling out of my mouth, my nose, blinding me, blocking my ears, slowly rising to my brain, numb of all feelings.

10 reasons why my life should rock

#1. I got an ipod mini (blue colour) loaded with (awesome) songs for free!
#2. A communicator, again, for free! (I mean...how lucky am I?!?! poeple gift me ipods and communicators!)
#3. Palli's shifted to Bombay
#4. My bestest friend from Delhi was here
#5. I was stuck in Pune for 1½ days!
#6. I'm getting my fees tomorrow!! (can't decide which one's better, the ipod, or the money!!)
#7. been to college only 3 days in the last TWO weeks!
#8. I have 2 new t shirts, 1 new pant, 2 new pairs of slippers, 3 new pairs of hair clips! and a fairly new wind cheater too, awesome blue colour!
#9. I got a new file, 6 new writing pads, and red and blue sheets to make dividers in the file...
#10. I'm addicted to Corex, cough syrup!

BUT MY LIFE STILL SUCKS

blah

i feel so blah
i am so blah
i did all blah
i felt all blah
i said all blah
i thot all blah
i got all blah
they replied all blah
i listened to blah
i watched some blah
but still i felt
blah blah blah

wet, wet, wet

the leaves will sway
and sing and dance
and everyone will get
a second chance
the wind will blow
and clouds will roll
the birds will fly
to and fro
rain will fall
and wet the ground
and mark the leaves
with their winning crown
puppies small
will play all day
and hide and seek
and hide again
we will rejoice
in the moist breeze
and drift on by
with joyous ease
ants will be glad
that they did save
food enough
for a rainy day
a gentle breeze
will consume
all that prevails
one rainy afternoon.