You walk away...

I want to reach out
I want to find you
I want to touch your soul
But you walk away…

I want to hold your hand
But you’ve curled it
Into a fist
Oh you walk away

I want to find that smile
I want to hear that laugh
But you hide yourself
You walk away

I want to see that twinkle
In your eyes
I want to hear that passion
In your voice

But you run, You hide
You go away
You walk away
You walk away

I want to find in you,
The you I know
But I see you standing away alone
You walk away
You walk away

I wait by the door
To see you return
I know you will
I know you must

But whenever I think
I see you turn around,
You’re only looking
To check your ground

I feel that you are reaching out
As I raise my head to call out to you
You hide, You run,
You go away

You walk away
You walk away.

What Colour is your brain?

Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Half-full beer glass

If it aint a happy ending, then the story aint over yet...
Its called being an unrealistic optimist...

You aren't one of those whos meant to bear the pushes and shoves of fate
You are of those who take fate by the scruff of its neck
Take it to the corner and say, "look here dude...
Stop messing around with my life...this aint your playground..back off"

So go... yell at fate, my friend, and tell it to shut its trap!

I don't know you too long
And I don't know you too well
But I know enough to know,
If its a fairytale
Then you aint the dwarf

Brace yourself
Tomorrow is going to hit you
Good tomorrows, great tomorrows
Better days and better times

Heres to hoping all your wishes coming true
Heres to the hope of being in the right place at the right time
Heres to good health, love, luck and a full-on kick-ass to fate
Heres to a half-full beer glass.
What the heck!
Hope your beer glass runneth over.

Hic. TC.

I love God's Debris

Avatar's Gyan... (God's Debris - Scott Adams) Read it here

“People think they follow advice but they don’t. Humans
are only capable of receiving information. They create their
own advice. If you seek to influence someone, don’t waste
time giving advice. You can change only what people know,
not what they do.”

“The best you can hope for in a relationship is to find
someone whose flaws are the sort you don’t mind. It is
futile to look for someone who has no flaws, or someone
who is capable of significant change; that sort of person
exists only in our imaginations.”


“Conversation is more than the sum of the words. It is
also a way of signaling the importance of another person by
showing your willingness to give that person your rarest
resource: time. It is a way of conveying respect. Conversation
reminds us that we are part of a greater whole, connected in
some way that transcends duty or bloodline or commerce.
Conversation can be many things, but it can never be useless.”

MBA

"It sounds as if you’re trying to replace the word willpower with two new words in the hope that I will think it’s a new thought.”...Avatar in God's Debris

MBA anyone?

A ride on the bus

The breeze tickled my neck
It kissed me behind my ear
It whispered in my ears

And made me giggle

A hint of a smile played on my lips

The gentle morning sunlight

Warmed my cheekbones

My eyes sparkled with pure hope

I looked out at high rise buildings

And vast open fields

Scores of trees bathing in the yellow light

The dimple in my cheek waited

As if expecting a silly grin

The sun's warmth and the touch of the breeze

travelled down my spine

And made me shiver with anticipation

And I smiled as I sang to myself

"Zindagi ke naye mod par

Aa gaye aaj hum idhar

Reh gaye kuch vastain

Ab nayi manzile...

Paana hai...Paana hai"*

(*Nokia N-Series Ad Jingle)

Lemony Greens

I see lemony greens,
Pinkish orange and aquamarine blue
The sun warms my shoulder
And I’m sleeping in Candy floss
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with you

I’m swimming in a sea of chocolate
Molten ice-cream all round me
I smell nut-meg and cinnamon
A feather brushes my neck
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with you

My toes are on warm grass
I smell the wet mud of rains
The clouds glide by o’er me
The breeze kisses my face
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with you

A shawl around my shoulders
Old woolen socks on my feet
Lounging on my sofa
Home is how this is
This is the feeling,
The feeling I’m feeling

This is the feeling,
Yeah, This is the feeling,

The feeling I’m feeling
What I am feeling with… you

Thank you....

You picked up the phone on the first ring

You knew from my voice that something was amiss

I ranted on and on about some mindless troubles

It was 3am

You listened

I danced on crazy numbers

You joined in

I sang my favourite song, totally off-key

I heard you hum along

I insisted on singing songs in languages you don't understand

I remember, you let me translate each line for you

I was biting my nails

You held my hands

I was having nightmares in my sleep

You didn't sleep so that you could wake me up with good news

I wanted to jump with joy and shout out my achievement

You picked me up and swung me 'round in the air

I read out my writing

You cared, you commented, you complimented

You checked to see if I had written anything new

I felt like I had a fan

You went one way, I went the other

You still discussed my dreams, even encouraged them

I forgot to ask how you felt

You always seemed to know how I did

I stumbled, I walked in crooked lines

You helped me walk straight

I fell asleep

You covered me with a blanket

I left town and came back
You'd have a big smile for me every time
We'd laugh and talk as if no time had passed in between
You always made me want to return

Thank you...and you...and you...and you...and you...and you...

Writing...

"Writing has taken over my life so much that foreplay begins while I'm writing...we get on with it...he finishes...I get back to my writing and then I climax"...
.................................................................................................Anonymous

I've got one hand in my pocket, And the other one is giving a high five

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm worthless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm shy but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxicab...

...Alanis Morissette