Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

empty space

silences are implosive,
and aimless,vacant,
lonely in this vaccumised space,
my thoughts turn back to you-
were you some truth,
or a wispy fragment of imagination,
that came to my lips like a smile,
and somehow morphed into a dull ache that lives in the heart?
i live in the silence that you left,
and create these formless,meaningless words,
the darkly brilliant residues of forgotten [...]

forlorn numbers

there is something about songs of unrequieted love that is
addictive.i have been listening to euphoria sing maaeri for the past
three days now..must have heard that song a hundred times in the past
three days and yet,i can not have enough of it.not now.something makes
me listen to it again and agian and again.maybe it strikes a chord
somewhere.
now [...]

end term

i dont know if its good or bad. i have an end term in three hours exactly, and am too bored to even look at my notes,not even thinking about doing sums!!
went to bed at three thirty last night;slept around five. where ARE you?
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cartoons,psychology and xl life

lets take the psychology on first. when we came to xl, we met a pshrink who had us write stories based on pictures and a long questionnaire and stuff like that. i dont remember most of it except the part where i wrote a looooong story and a poem. and after that i did not [...]

the saddest poem

neruda was right,
and i understand him better now,
in this cold night,
when the stars shiver in the cold,clear air,
and the wind gently thrusts its rapiers into my lungs,
i know that you would have loved me too,
and i am not the only one feeling the loss,
and that under these stars,
somewhere, you also are lonely with me,
and sometimes [...]

lonely

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