Posts Tagged ‘thoughts’

Story of a moment

Posted: February 25, 2011 in musings, poem, Uncategorized
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The empty street is a blink,
reminds me of a thing or two,
about us.

What thing?
parallel thoughts run in my head
buzz abuzz
Bees, grease, shadow of a ghost.

Come here,
give me a hug,
maybe a kiss or two
And we will be good.

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I feel starting an entry is the hardest. It takes me the longest to write that first line. Guess I am not that skilled, YET. I am on the road. And yes, I am improving.

A dyslectic copywriter, who cant get a single spelling right. HAHA! Thank god for spell check. You made my dream come true! or well, atleast – I am on the road. Towards it. (its a long LONG journey ahead)

I am in the office like any other morning. I have nothing to do . Like any other day. I wonder everyday whether I made the right decision. I am wondering it right now. Dreams too have some unpleasantries. (I silently thank spell check again)

Endless possibilities. Still awaits me. This god damn weather makes me sooooo f-ing lazy. No, its not funny. I am not laughing. Though, I do feel like taking a nap. *yawn*

I muse if living in past memories is the right thing. I have soo much free time on my hands that the past memories have started haunting me. Oh well, who am I kidding, its me who has been stalking them. Maybe its the 2-weeks-before-my-birthday effect.

Strangely enough I feel quite pensive today. I need to take a trip. To somewhere . To someplace. The other trip would work too. But I don’t see it happening. If you know what I mean. *sigh*

I am happy that I am living like I always imagined. I am unhappy coz the work part isn’t satisfying enough. Every one says, enjoy it while it lasts. I cant wait for it to get over. Laziness isn’t good. Not for me. NOT AT ALL.

While I re-read my post, (thanks to copy checking, its now a habit) it reminds me of the times when I travel by road glued to the window seat. Soo much to see. And before you can observe and absorb it, its gone. Like flash. Like spark. Like vision. Reality? Figment of imagination? WHAT! … This post doesn’t really make any sense. I just needed to rant I guess.

…There are moments. And then, there are some more…