couldn't think of what to call this.....

Came across a page from my diary which i wrote when i was in the 9th standard,probably because i had kept it very carefully all these years,so much that i had forgotten where i had kept it.I had just read "David Copperfield" by Dickens then and this was something that had completely washed me away..................

Diary entry
11th april,2001
"Suppose ________ _________ one day i told you that i loved you and that i would die without you,that i idolised and worshippedyou. Life without your love was unbearable and could not be tolerated so i wouldn't bear it.I haved loved you every minute to distraction and that i would always love you to distraction.Lovers have loved before and lovers would love again but no lover has ever loved,might,will,could,would or should ever love you as i love you...................."


Well,i still haven't got a name to fill in there yet.
Damn love hurts!!!!!

Color

Color..............color in my veins,in my soul
The nights of inky darkness,...............the chill of blue winters,
the purple dawns,the orange dusks............ancient monuments streaked with red.
the earthy brown of the morning cup of coffee or the yellowed pages of my favorite book.
The half-forgotten dreams of midnight.............

White;..................white like the blinding mists,like the glass of milk i despise...........or the streaks in my mother's hair.
Or grey;the rainy skyline............like the stubborn pangs of guilt still surviving.

Spasms of color explode as i close my eyes and take deep breath.
The order in the chaos.....................a riot of colors.

A warm smile,yellow and bright.........
Tears;blue,grey...........glistening........
Darkness breathes,shadows stealthily creep in grey,blue and white.
Black;............like the void,the nothing,...............black like the all enveloping comforting blanket.

Colors...........fascinating!!

Bits n pieces...........

Well m finally blogging!!

There's so much to say and words seem inadequate to put them down.Last night found me wandering through a maze of thoughts.kinda makes u feel small where you stand,wen u look ahead,wen u realize all u cud do with ur own quota of grey cells that u allow to go to waste.

Also makes u think,there is after all a point to life........achieving the intangible.



The tangible is petty,money?clothes?car? all dat weak souls like me need to boost their deprieved egos dat they cant seem to pamper with real intangible things.



Real,intangible...........did i just coin an oxymoron there?



I am lost and messed up..........yet again.......... memories like little shafts here and there,too stony to open up,too stubborn to go away.I keep capturing essences,images and impressions as so many people i knw keep moving on past me.



Is dis a wave of inconfidence?No

i have yet another rung to climb.

yet another journey dressed in rags,literary rags