When I start reeling under the power of your beauty, I forget what a whore you are.

Here I go again I promised myself
I wouldn?t think of you today
It?s been seven months and counting
You?ve moved on
I still feel exactly the same

It?s just the that everywhere I go
All the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love
Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can?t move on

Ever since you?ve been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me

Am I all alone in the universe?
There?s no love on these streets
I have given mine away to a world
That didn?t want it anyway

So this is my new freedom
It?s funny
I don?t remember being chained
But nothing seems to make sense anymore
Without you I?m always twenty minutes late

Ever since you?ve been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me

And time goes by so slowly
The nights are cold and lonely
I shouldn?t be holding on
But I?m still holding on for you

Here I go again
I promised myself I wouldn?t think of you today
But I?m standing at your doorway
I?m calling out your name because I can?t move on

Ever since you?ve been gone
The lights go out the same
The only difference is
You call another name
To your love
To your lover now
To your love
The lover after me

Passing Thoughts

Somehow, the moment seems even more opportune when you?re trying desperately hard not to look opportunistic.

Alternatively. Life tempts you with a dangling carrot when you no longer have the motivation to run after it.

Alternatively. Opportunity knocks on your door once. Temptation bloody leans on it.

Alternatively. Life is a bitch sometimes.

Limericks

Amity School of Communication ? The Big Picture. - The Limericks Contest.

Topic: an egg

My attempt:

Boiled eggs, they say, keep you nourished and hot
Through this cold winter, they help you a lot
So I brought a dozen for a penny
I ate 10 eggs too many
Now I?m sitting on the pot.

Cracked the one that got the maximum laughs. Still didn?t win.

Sigh.

That Was The Week That Was

Lab newspapers.

TV Scripts. Radio scripts.

Pleasure trip to handicraft fair in Haryana.

Biking between hostel and home.

Appearing on two TV shows on SAB TV.

Realising SAB TV sucks, hence skipping a third show hosted by Vir Sanghvi.

Dodging more comparisons of my unkempt hair with a bird?s nest.

Doing my bit to get in touch with long lost friends.

Dontlook.

Refuting more claims that I am not straight.

Shooting down more reports about me becoming a campus item.

Sorting ego-hassles and an assortment of other pangas with people. .

Trying to make sense of other strained understandings.

Wracking brains over college culfest logistics.

Cribbing. Sulking.

Learning to lose cool on command.

Learning to say ?sorry?.