How do I?

How do I describe my love?
Every line has been used
Everytime I think of her
The heart feels perfused
More like a ticking bomb
One that cannot be diffused
Trapped in a problem from which
I dont want to be excused
At times and at the same time,
I feel amused, enthused and bemused
Is this how love feels like?
Maybe im just Confused
Am I really in love?
Well, that I cant deduce.

Second Chance

They say life gives you second chances. Well, sometimes it does.

It was a long day, and the last person I expected to see was her. I fumbled my keys out of my pocket and entered, and there she was, sitting on my couch and using my laptop. I remembered giving her a key some time back, but she had never popped in on me like this since the day we separated. And there she was, sitting on my couch, and browsing through my mail as if nothing had ever happened. I was making mental note to use a password for my laptop, as she asked “Who is Seetha?” pointing at my screen. I walked away towards the refrigerator saying, “work friend… Why? You thought I was seeing someone?”. I looked at her again as she smiled, she had not aged a day since we split. “No, you are still in love with me!” she said with her playful giggle. And suddenly, all the reasons why I had fallen in love with her came back to me. “Drink?” I asked her opening a bottle of rum. She did not respond, so I poured myself a glass. She did that sometimes, pretending not to hear me, although I could never understand why. “Why are you here?” I asked, pulling a chair opposite the couch. She gave me one of her sharp looks and started looking at the laptop screen again. “I was thinking about you. I have been thinking about you” she said. I downed my drink and stared at her, “Why did you leave me then?” I asked. She looked at my glass, straining her forehead and said, “It was inevitable. You were so busy being a cop that you barely had time for me”. I got the feeling that this was going to descend into another fight, just like the one we had the day before we split. “I would have done anything for you, but you still left me” I said. She leaned forward and said “Seriously! Anything?” as I nodded my head. “I would do anything” I repeated. “What about now? Will you do anything now? Will you leave your pointless life in this godforsaken place and come with me?” she asked, a tear falling from her eye. I got up and sat beside her, and said “Why wouldn’t I. You are the love of my life”, trying very hard to supress the multitude of emotions encompassing me. “You didn’t come to me all these days. I came to you. Why should today be any different?” she cried. I got up and turned towards her and said “because, this time I am serious. I have decided to go wherever you go. ” as I took my gun from my holster, pointed it to my head and pulled the trigger.


Sometimes life gives you second chances. Sometimes it does not...

A Bore

Writing to me, is unpredictable. A good writer knows what he wants write. A great writer just wants to write. Not long ago I thought myself to be a great writer. I always believed my writing to be a seamless synchronization of thoughts and words. So I read through my own blog again to confirm my beliefs. I have not written much here, but the more I read through, the more it felt like my writing was a trade off, rather than a synchronization. It didn't take me long to realize that I am boring.

However, things have changed. Starting today, I promise not to be boring anymore.

Wait for it...