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'.

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)

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..)

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?