Blur

So fast, too fast, my head's in a whirl

Not stopping, not looking, not a time in the world

He came, and left in the blink of an eye

No time to think, no time to cry

I'm running, I'm running through a blinding fog

Don't hate me, beloved, I don't notice my wrongs

Someday I will stop. Someday I will turn.

Someday all my sins will have me crash and burn.

Until then I'll run, this mindless race

Through sewage and skies, I'll race to my grave.

Somebody that I used to know

Where did I find you? I asked
Why, I was right behind you, he said
Right behind me? Why?
So you can touch the sky

Oh, so you'll be my wings?
No, you're the kite and I hold the string.
So go ahead and fly, untethered and free
For if it gets stormy, I'll pull you right back to me.

For eyes speaketh

She had the eyes of death itself. No, not death. Death is kind. She had the eyes of purgatory. Almost like that of a small animal, a rodent that's designed to create havoc and spread ruthless diseases. The kind of horrible eyes of the cruel invilgator that caught you helping a friend out during an exam, or that of the unkind babu sitting behind his wooden desk looking at you through his beady eyes, telling you that you are screwed. And you ask me how can I distrust her without knowing her?

The green dot

Talk. Talk for talk's sake, but talk. I cannot handle the unblinking green light next to your name. I can't keep staring at it, wondering if you're doing the same. For if you are, I'll talk to you. I'll talk to you till I go hoarse. But please, my beloved, talk. Let me know you're thinking of me, that everything we had and shared, existed. I'm holding my breath now. I'll wait. I have to hear from you. It's killing me. You're talking to someone now, aren't you? I know it! You don't even see me. It's like school again, when I sat behind you, pining for your attention. When I carried an extra pencil hoping you'll want to borrow one. But my braces, my glasses, my sticky long braids became my invisibility cloak. But I have you now. We're soul mates. Can't you see? We're meant to be. I had to tell your girlfriend. She had to know! So why won't you talk to me? Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me.

MiNd MiNiNg

From time to time, I mine. Occasionally a gem shows up, but most of the times, it’s just dirt. 

• I see people taking a leak, by the roadside. I see men whistling out, as a girl walks by. And I think to myself, whatta wonderfool world!
• Never have I felt more alone than when I am with you, said rubber to glue. #BullshitRhymes
• My autowallah to another autowallah "Abey kitna dabayega be?"
• I'm not rude. People are stupid.
• Biological waste happens.
• Smiles to go before I weep.
• Dear lord! When will the fascination with being a hipster become mainstream?
• I like your perfume. Smells like trouble.
• If you're happy and you know it, put a goddamn smiley face! I'm not a mind reader.
• I love your curves, especially the one on your face.
• I'm not a hipster. I care. If caring is mainstream. So be it.