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Purple Gaze: August 2011
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I snap. A little less here. Monday, August 8, 2011. There was something strangely reassuring about vanity. About scoffing at little boxes of shimmer and colour women hover around in shops. About chuckling in silence as friends fussed around the pub washrooms. There was something strong, quietly comforting about not having to seek love. Or miss it. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sense and Non Sense. Random thoughts from a confused mind. View my complete profile.
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Purple Gaze: August 2010
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I snap. A little less here. Tuesday, August 17, 2010. There isn't much to say. Or maybe, there's a lot. Squeezed into chinks and corners. But I no more fancy broken, bloodied nails. Just because they have scrapes of soundless, dank nights on them. Some day, I'll come scurrying for words again. Till then, I'll be greedy, restless and wide awake. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sense and Non Sense. Random thoughts from a confused mind. There isnt much to say. Or maybe, theres a lot. .
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Purple Gaze: January 2010
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I snap. A little less here. Thursday, January 14, 2010. Roughly ten years before I discovered how fashionable or intellectually uplifting it was to be a soul lost in bowls of all sorts, I discovered Backstreet Boys. If there is anything that could compare to my first tryst with the then rebellious lyrics (. Am I Original, Am I the only one, Am I se-x-ual. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sense and Non Sense. Random thoughts from a confused mind. View my complete profile.
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1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 .......
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Thursday, March 04, 2010. A weird sense of uneasiness creeps into my mind. Sometimes it is fear, sometimes its is expectations and sometimes it's just a feeling of not knowing the future. It comes and goes and flitters and flatters. But why. Oh why! For a long time I wondered, what is it that is feeling so heavy? Is it a sad movie I have seen lately? Is it something that I wanted badly and didn't get? Or is it just that I am bored of most things? The more I wonder, the more I get irritated.
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1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 .......: July 2009
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Sunday, July 19, 2009. It's been long since I wrote something. Here, I am again. It's 6 in the morning and I am wide awake. Did you ask why? Ahhh Well, nothing really. Absolutely nothing. Anyway my days in Hyderabad still continue. Work has become all the more uncertain and irritating. Sometimes I wish I had been a bit more serious in my studies. Might have just gone for a PhD. The very next moment I think. "Naah, 5 years is too long. What all I can do in this 5 year! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 .......: February 2009
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Thursday, February 05, 2009. How many of us still do this? Close our eyes and forget the present. Take a trip down the memory lane and think about only the good things. What comes to your mind? To me comes a winter morning. Early morning. Just when the fog is clearing and the sun is trying to shine brightly. But the fog diffuses the light and the warmth and it fills my room. I snuggle my blanket closer. Time to wake up and be on time to catch the bus. Tuesday, February 03, 2009. Having intelligent talk m...
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1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 .......: October 2008
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Sunday, October 12, 2008. The wall crumbles down. yet the bricks hold on together. Hey! Who's that under the wall? Forget it. He limps now. He'll soon start running. It isn't a morning walk anymore. It's a race. And who said that only rats can have a race? Enjoy running not until you die but till you find no one worthy to race against! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Too busy with all the nonsensical things in life. View my complete profile. For The Child In Us. And You Can Visit.
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1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 .......: March 2010
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Thursday, March 04, 2010. A weird sense of uneasiness creeps into my mind. Sometimes it is fear, sometimes its is expectations and sometimes it's just a feeling of not knowing the future. It comes and goes and flitters and flatters. But why. Oh why! For a long time I wondered, what is it that is feeling so heavy? Is it a sad movie I have seen lately? Is it something that I wanted badly and didn't get? Or is it just that I am bored of most things? The more I wonder, the more I get irritated.
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X Steps Forward: November 2007
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And says something. I lean back and listen. Sunday, November 25, 2007. Taking up from where i left off. So what do you do? Throw caution to the wind, reach out an eager hand, pluck it off and take the fatal bite? Fatal not because you're going to die, but because once you give in, your inhibitions are for all practical purposes dead forever. Or do you remain content just flirting - just heightening the sensation to the point of no-return, and then pulling back? Posted by themovingfinger @ 12:40 pm.
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