Sunday, September 6, 2015

mere 3words are not enough

i love you.
against all odds.
how are you.
now or never.
i miss you.
dont give up.
be the change.
because i can.
over and out.
laugh out loud.
be right back.
let it go.
no strings attached.
seize the day.
going my way?
until next time
health is wealth.
listen, think, speak (in that exact order).
somebody loves you.
take a walk.
you're not perfect.
roses are red.
and as Fletcher would've said, 'call your mom'.

Monday, August 31, 2015

you know nothing, Jon Snow!


unfortunately, somewhat, butchered in TV Series, here is the original scene from the book:

"Why do you read so much?"

Tyrion looked up at the sound of the voice. Jon Snow was standing a few feet away, regarding him curiously. Closing the book on a finger and asked, "Look at me and tell me what you see."

The boy looked at him suspiciously. "Is this some kind of trick? I see you. Tyrion Lannister."

Tyrion sighted. "You are remarkably polite for a bastard, Snow. What you see is a dwarf. You are what, twelve?"

"Fourteen," the boy said.

"Fourteen, and you're taller than I will ever be. My legs are short and twisted, and I walk with difficulty. I require a special saddle to keep from falling off my horse. A saddle of my own design, you may be interested to know. It was either that or ride a pony. My arms are strong enough, but again, too short. I will never make a swordsman. Had I been born a peasant, they might have left me out to die, or sold me to some slaver's grotesquerie. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn't you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge." Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. "That's why I read so much, Jon Snow."

(source and  image courtesy: Tyrion Lannister's fb page)

Sunday, May 17, 2015

dear mom

you were always around. i would be lying if i won't say that it would've been nice to have you around. in a parallel world (beyond right and wrong, do's and dont's) i am making you watch Walt Disney's dumbo just like you made me watch 'boogie woogie' when all i wanted to watch ducktales


i no talk to my mom anymore, daddy issues but in a parallel world (to hell with parallel world..)

Monday, January 19, 2015

but then



but then,
she was supposed to be the one to hold it all back
and he was supposed to pour it out
for words that remained unspoken
for glances that remained unstolen
for skin tissues that remained untouched
for love that remained ungrew

but still,
she continues to keep him close
and no love but he continues to send his bests, his smilies and his typos
he continues to haunt her dreams
she continues to chase a mirage wrapped in flesh

and a wild imagination of an unparalleled universe
where number of bohemian coffee shops will surpass the number of cars and crowd on roads
where he attracts unusual weather and keeps her tongue busy
some days, he plays cupid
and some days, turns into a stone that smashes windows and breaks hearts
some days, his eyes flirt
some days, his whole being is just a smile so broad that makes his face wrinkled
some days, he is a secret lover
and on a night like this, he irons out her cold palms and whispers that maybe that's the way he prefers
it was one of the those nights
and it was his palm against her trembling feminine fingers

on nights like this, she wonders
if  she(they) has lost her (their) only chance to be mad at each other, to disappoint one another
coz the clock has long-ticked and gone
and the sand from hourglass has slipped
now her face has turned into what defines obvious
and when the big wheel will start to spin
there will be nothing
but pesky rumors and nasty smirks
and a question that why didn’t it happened
what was there to reason
to them, then she asks
given a chance what would they have preferred
a love affair
or an affair worth longing?