THINKING, TALKING, TYPING TRASH

Yes, love makes you do strange things and poems is one of them. I mean I've always been very disgusted with the idea of writing poem. Thought of it as something utterly girly and poet-ish. But well, here I am. Though what I have done, I would not like to call it a poem. They are just random thoughts I've penned down. Strangely, every thought of you that comes to my mind and then down on my paper, takes shape into something so overwhelming. Somehow, only you will ever understand the true meaning of this little piece I've written. But you might never get to read it. This one's for you, with a lot of love. Don't take the scathing words so seriously :) I want to play the guitar just the way you like. I wish to sing you Dylan like I promised. I want to puff the cigar you so hate, I wanna be on drugs and everything you despise. I'll be a rebel cuz you've taken the love away. But you said you like rebel, didn't you? 

Last year I had started typing a piece but did not eventually post it. It was saved in my drafts all these days. I just deleted it. It was called MY EXTREMELY SUAVE GOOD LOOKING FRIEND FROM PARK STREET. The blog was supposed to be a dig at this really good friend I started to like. Well love would be a more appropriate word I guess and the feeling can be pretty confusing when you are feeling it for the very first time. And I had been no exception. I did silly things in "love"...things I should not have done...things I was not supposed to do...things I never expected I would ever do. But of course, life is not a pretty Bollywood movie. My writing this blog just testifies how pathetically failed in love I am. My friend and I, we do not talk much now...we haven't talked for a while now. It would sound strange, but the not talking part has actually helped me get over him and get back to myself. Looking back, I feel I had totally changed myself for him (most of the changes ...