Last Kiss.

i start blogging.a co-creature asks me with his eyes half closed.. when did we join this college?i say 4th august 2005.. and 2009 its over. My mind sends impulse and gathering information it says.."2008...it is.. ". body reacts.
i turn towards the monitor again.. gettin bak to the orkut which held little interest.everything dizzy and a little muttered. i sense the spine chilling gap i have had in the three years. 4th august 2005..a guy with short hair, huge self and 2 inhalers joined this place.the guy has is lost. he is gone with the smoke and the plant by-products.


i dont even know why i made this blog and why am i writing my first scrap when i cant type properly.i named it something which i guess describes a side of me i know exists but hate to confess.


scarcity is todays word: a lack of the bit needed.it lies everywhere .in all forms. scarcity of love, emotions, truth, belief,food,money,power.

i had read kurt cobain's sucide letter when i was 16. its not about the boddah, neither is it about kurt. it said eveything which was so incoherent i dont think even he knew what he was writing.i still believe i understand it.


when i lie down to sleep today.. close my eyes.. i will see the pictures from those figments of life i, maybe, never knew existed. its beautiful.

love:- an illusion created by the zero quenching society to satiate their need for security.
i still remember that fragrance.. that flowery smell still lingering here.. sometimes my mind makes me believe so. i find it at many places. i dont knw how. it is a scary yet welcome feeling. i search for it when i lose it. i do.

last song.i still remember.that last song.


that guy.. looks right in my eyes as if he can see what im made of..rather it glorifys with an execrable look the amount that is missing from my soul.that guy does it to evry human being.its dreadful when you are done looking everywhere and have to look into his eyes which are widening.

there is always the other side of the moon. it is equally important to explore it.