An old photo

An old photo, that was not framed, that was not even printed. But like a million line memory its telling stroies. Stories of life from past. A memory that was powerful enough to remember every emotion of it. A light heart and a slight grin. Its a rollercoster that you travel standing still.

Anonymous

I wish I had been an Anonymous writer....

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Have you ever got this feeling that things will go wrong? Or is it just you who is over thinking about the whole situation? Or is it the mind that interprets things in a way it's not supposed to. Have you ever been precautionary in small things? Is it some kind of karma? Yeah Karma? Will things be fine?

I hope...

P.S. I'm sure I need some sleep.

Delusion - part 3

Is it still the continuation of a previous dream? No! Its clear, vivid and new. Chewing a gum and hearing a faint foreign language song. I will walk alone today! Like I did on yet another rainy day! Will never run for that rain and take shade under a tree. But I will still shake hands with lighting. In all anger an grief, the streets starts to flood. Saying "hi" to the unknown strangers. It will be a different route, not Route 66 or the usual one. Will let the faint charge to die, my last link to sanity. Will take control of the swing sooner. Prayed, Sighed and moved on. I say 'Thank You'. How I wished to not write this. Still in charge.Enough to prevent a Segmentation Fault.

Errr

How much did I tell myself that I will not write until I come back from south! Breaking it. I hate it. >_<

Delusion... Part II

Sometimes its easy to be Alice and be in Wonderland or Mr. Anderson in the Real World. Its hard to be living around here. You get a weird feeling that its not going as planned. An Urge to get out of this place, but still waiting for the red moon. A sense of no one is listening nor nothing gets into your head when you are listening. Never been interested in Chemistry and still balancing the equation. The unwanted irk on a thing that's worth a laugh. Waiting for the orange screen! People come, they begin and move on before they complete the context. What can you pray for now? A wish, A curse, anything sane. The roads are thick and clear, they are again two in number. Do you have enough gas to drive through it? Sure said somebody. Those reminders keep ringing again and again and still you drink only a quarter of the milk that you get. [Segmentation Fault]

Secrets

A "quickly" spread information from one person to another without the knowledge of the person who said it. One who said will be last to know in the loop. People are so bored that they only gossip. A well kept secret is the one you don tell anyone!!

You too

Saturday evening, the silver jubilee couple were going out together to get few new dresses for their next anniversary. Then came a ring saying they had got a new mobile. Ah! I was barely able to hear of where they had their ice cream or what mobile they got! Finally after a lift early this morning. He pulls out the black bag (like than of an old grandmother, suruku paii) from his shirt pocket. With all the inquisitiveness I pull out the mobile from the bag, look, I smile, I said, "You too Dad.."

She was excited to see all the items in the polythene cover I had got. Exploring and questioning with her innocence. Then she pulled that book fro the mess and said, "This came to him". Quickly tear open the cover less tidy as 'am. Holding the book between both her palms, then closing two thumbs together to select a random page. Pulled it close to her face to have a long sniff. She said, "This smell is good". I look, I smile, I said, "You to mee".

Not again

Winter chillness coils me
Don't remember where those
Blue pullovers are!
Lingering in last night thoughts
I turn around
You were an early bird that day
Stretching, You say
I told Amma, I will not come
I grin
Sliding down to the edge
You untie your hair to tie it
I felt the warmth
I asked, how did it change?
Can I rephrase "happiness" in Webster?

Not this place again
Not this direction again
Not this hangover again
Not again

படித்ததில் பிடித்தது

அன்றொரு நாள் அம்மாவைக் கேட்டேன்,
"என்ன ஆகும் எனது வாழ்க்கை?"

கலைந்த தலையை காதோரம் ஒதுக்கி -
அம்மா சொன்னாள் அன்று,

உன் போல் நானும் பூச்சுமந்து நின்றதில்
நினைவே மிச்சம் -
வாசலில் போட்ட கோலம்
வழிபோக்கர் மிதிக்கலாச்சு,
கனவுகள் வேண்டாம் பெண்ணே!
நிஜங்களின் நிறங்களை ரசிக்க
நீயேனும் கற்றுக் கொள்க.

-மாலன்

Delusion...

He...He took an left turn despite telling himself to turn right...He boiled the milk until it touched the floor...He wanted his brush and toothpaste...But why is he searching it in his camera bag...He forgot to wear his non-marking shoes for Badminton...He ask for some music and mute's it himself...He never drove so slow...He entered the wrong restaurant even after reading the name board...He hear those voices talking again and again...His temperature is high, still he wants to go out...He had five tickets for a music concert and missed to go for it...He loved the song and film so much that he started hating it so much now...No Daddy, He did not go to Monkey falls this time or get those big walls or the huge board game in my dream...He never wanted to write this post...All he needs is his vacation...