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Scribble 3

I am in slippers, I am in shorts
Who cares I am with friends
People are laughing looking at us
Who cares I am with friends
I don't have to do my hair
I don't need to need to impress
I am laughing like an idiot
I am drunk like hell
I don't feel scared anymore
I have to pretend no more
Some idiot thinks I am useless?
Who cares I am with friends
My ex didn't look back
Who cares I am with friends
I eat, drink, buy, text, walk, think, talk and breathe the way I want
Don't bother me I am with friends


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Scribble 5

Why there are voices in my headContrasting to what I get Grow up, grow they sayYou have to find your wayIf you haven’t started yetHow far will you getWhat if you reach nowhere?What if you are too late to be there?
The voices are just too smartI don’t think they even have a heartThey say these are the ways of worldYou have to run run and runThey command not to look backThey insist it’s just too darkThey say there is a lot to fearI say I don’t care
I tell them that I can see mum back thereThey ask how will she get hereMirages are not for realShut the fuck up and get over the ordeal
I sigh that I have no oneThey question the need for someoneThey insist it’s not a usual journeyIt’s over friends, family, luxuries and money
I whisper am I madI ask if I am madI shout if I am madI scream if I am madBut the voices just don’t come back

Girl in Red and Guy in Black XI

What shouldI writethat has not been written?
What shouldI saythat has not been said?
Should I saythat that I love you without any limits?
Orshould I saythat I’ll be with you as long as this life permits?

What shouldI promisethat has not been promised?
ShouldI swearto hold you like this forever?
Or shouldI cross my heartto leave you never?

What shouldI bringyou that has never been brought?
Doyou wishfor those classic moons and stars?
Or doyou wantme to win those brutal wars?

Butas always, the truth is still the same
As always, I am still talking to your name
As always, I don’t know what feelings to frame
As always, I have a destiny to blame

What canI doto make this note travel?
CanI shoutin a voice that could possibly touch your heart?
Or canI askthe winds to play my part?

Perhaps, a postal stamp will strike my deal
Or maybe I should call you to talk over the meal
Butas always, where do I find the courage that I need
As always, another page goes down, maybe someday you'll read

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I'll be writing on from now on.

“You call yourself a writer but I never see you using a pen”“That’s coz I type on the laptop sweetheart”“Then you should call yourself a typer (she meant typist)”
This is my conversation with my five-year old cousin sister. She really has a valid point here. It’s so valid that I considered renaming my blog to ‘The Typist’. I could have gone with philosophical answers like:
“It doesn’t matter when thoughts flow, you can use anything to give it a physical form. It can be a pen, charcoal, brush, spray and of course now-a-days my life KEYBOARD.”
But, I guess it’s best to let women win irrespective of their age. Well that’s what I wanted to write about from quite some time. Eating out a lot lately and had some chances to sit quietly and look around. At times, I really feel bad about the plunging levels of ‘mannerism’ when people are out with a girl. Of course, in any way, I can’t be called an expert or even an intermediate at this b…