http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?blogId=180 Personal This And That Again I made a complete and utter idiot out of myself. I again believed that a talk could help and while I was talking I got the strange feeling that I was talking to myself. It wasn http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1257&blogId=180 Wed, 15 Dec 2004 21:36:23 +0000 I got my reply, nothing new, just the same, take it or leave it, in other words just go, go to hell, where I have already been. After 7 years, after all that has been, that's it, take it or leave it. Just that, nothing else. No more tomorrows, no more hope, no more nothing. Worthless trash! In the bin. Just go! I might as well, I won't be missed. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1250&blogId=180 Tue, 14 Dec 2004 22:32:00 +0000 Leopards don't change their spots. They can't. It is not in their power to do so, even if they want to. So, if I am going to live with a leopard, I better develop a deep and genuine liking for spots. And I better prepare for a life during which those spots don't change. But I can http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1235&blogId=180 Mon, 13 Dec 2004 12:54:42 +0000 You shut your eyes, and me, Out of your life, I represent shame, Your shame. http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1231&blogId=180 Mon, 13 Dec 2004 04:09:04 +0000 I have not compared myself to her. I have no way of comparison even if I wanted to. I don http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1229&blogId=180 Mon, 13 Dec 2004 00:09:24 +0000 I thought love was sharing the good, the bad and the ugly. I thought love was being one http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1228&blogId=180 Sun, 12 Dec 2004 23:43:07 +0000 Perhaps the disappointment I feel is my own fault, after all when one feels let down one possibly could have had too high expectations in the first place. But is it really too much to expect that after 2 weeks of more or less silence that I do get some decent time? That after all the recent crap at least http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1224&blogId=180 Sat, 11 Dec 2004 13:24:51 +0000 Secenario One: One day I will take you to India and show you all those places where the legends where created. Remember all the stories I told you? We will walk with the ghosts and let them tell us their stories. I will take you to Mandu, and show you the Jahaz Mahal which was also built for love. There was this poet-prince Baz Bahadur who fell in love with a singer named Roopmati. He built that exquisite palace for her in the shape of a ship. She married him, but they did not live happily ever after. When Akbar the Great heard of her beauty, he dispatched an army to Mandu to capture her. Bahadur managed to slip away from the battle, but his bride was left behind in the palace. The poor thing poisoned herself rather than fall into the clutches of the attackers. It http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1220&blogId=180 Thu, 09 Dec 2004 13:49:30 +0000 I could talk forever, Talk until I'm blue in the face Of how corrupt this love now is, I could tell you ideas That all the things you harbour are based on selfishness. But it would be futile, it would make no sense. As tight as the bond once was, being with you Is like being alone, with discomfort, Yet still a bizarre security, like a blank void. A void, when I look at you and see myself. The clear wall abounds, and why must it be? We stood face to face, Now rather back to back, Now only our walls touch. We do not. Perhaps we never will again. Perhaps I'd like to put myself in a place That doesn't hurt. Oh to be coy! So I would be unaffected by emotions And use them for toys, to play with And twist, and burn. Burn to the ground. Love; no wonder it's so hard to understand. Hate is hate. Anger is anger. Sadness is sadness. Love is a vague melted medley of all that is. There is a room in my mind where I keep you. When I leave, I would slam the door shut, hard. One day the hinges dissolved beneath my tears. And now there is no more door. The contents of the room http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1218&blogId=180 Thu, 09 Dec 2004 13:22:49 +0000 I stand here shouting at the walls, Trying to get them to respond. Calling out for them to let me in, Begging, screaming, cursing, crying. Just say something. Please!!! I stand here pounding on the walls, Trying to hurt them like I hurt. Bleeding palms, and jagged nails, Hitting, punching, scratching, slapping. Just feel something. Please! I standing here looking at the walls Looking for the soul that was inside Hoping, praying, moaning, sobbing, Blood shot eyes, too tired to see. Just look back at me. Please! I stand here shouting at the walls, To the person who stands in front of them. My love? Where are you now? I'm crying, dying, tired of trying. For you to just love me. Please! http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1214&blogId=180 Thu, 09 Dec 2004 01:51:43 +0000