The past is the future

I`ve not been thinking about her. Rather, dreaming. Her company and the things she`d say. Its all unconsciously done – I don`t even know about it – the brain or a rebel who`s part of it, still desires to have fun. We were swimming in a pool in the center of Paris – can you imagine. There was a dream a few days back too – I can`t remember – the wonder that is you, encompasses the length and the breadth of the skull, new memories, for the lack of space, don`t exist, aren`t stored.

The past is the future.

grass

Happiness to me is lying in this grass..
I like how green it is...
Wen I turn over.. All I'm staring at ..
is it's green-ness..
A perfect blend of just green..
It makes me happy thinking about the grass..
I like the way it smells..
Something so crisp..
so raw..
This is wat nature smells like I wonder..
closing my eyes, i let my brain smell it..
The smell makes me high...
Reminds me of your hair..
I can hear you sing a faint song..
Love the tune..
Lose the reality...
I lie on this grass all the time..
Because it is not bothered by me..
It always is welcoming..
Sometimes I feel it wraps me around it..as sleep engulfs me.
The grass makes me happy.

Hdk

better

i'm glad d schedules better..
I'm glad she's  getting fatter (d fat one)..
I'm this mad hatter..
Who's got nothing, but letter..
Letter letter .
Wats d matter...
.
.No rains ..but hows this ground so wetter....
As she reads thru..
Did she feel any better..
The fatter the hatter..
Across oceans..between letters :)

why

It did make me happy at first ...the rains..
to watch it pour down as huge dark clouds took over the little small one's.. from my glass window.. Silently murmuring ... I liked it lazy..but then something .gloomy ..terrible engulfed me ..and it is taking over me as I write this..

Trying to wrest myself out of it..

It is tiring to continue to do this all day.. Days passing years n ages...

And then u too are gone..

Why..

Birthdate

Happie birthdate...
Happie birthdate..
Happy happy
Birthdate..

It's not a sunday nor a Monday
It's a happie Wednesday..
The ninth of each month
This date of each month

Is a happie happie day
It's a happie a very happie
A super happie birthdate..

.... danu
Rollie pollie
A happy birthdate
Chotu motu
Gholu polu
Very haaaaapppppiieeee birthdate.

Hdk

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Happy Birthdate.. it’s the 9th again –should I tell u i`ve been waiting for this day or should I tell you that I stumbled upon it –both are true – it depends on what time of the day it is .. there is nothing specif I wanna talk about and there`s millions of trivial things to write about… but you forget things you have no one to tell them to… forget me – have a happy birthdate..

i`ll buy some flowers tomoro…get off work early...maybe a break from 12-hour workdays.. Maybe .

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Subdued and subjugated..

Wen I get drunk..at every step ..sip. I wonder if I'm too drunk to call.. To give u my love ...
It's never too much..

At d point of every hour..I feel missing you.. Ur absence in every skipped beat..
Keepin myself aside for I   see u every second my love.. Every note of music.. Every word I write..
Everywhere everything everytime everyday ...evermore..

You cannot watch fire really closely without being a part of it..

The hair looks pretty :)

How r u..

Happy birthdate. Lets go dancing..please..

I.....

I continued writing as the network gave up on me..

You are in so many ways poetry material..has someone told you that..the notes go for minors to major and then theres the blend.. Bee.. .. I keep saying it coz I love it.. Dont change it okay
.
Sometimes it feels there's so much you want to tell me.. But then you do believe in short bursts right ..not huge splashes ...

Im so happie u liked d moon note.. Kinda blended wid u..and d moon.. Bee

You have 2 weeks after I come back ..do u promise to talk to me on each of those 10 days.. I want to be wid u until you go away..

It's going to be eerily empty after that... Its not u it's me.

I had come to you with a thirst and you rained..and ure still raining and I'm soaking soaking..I was aiming for a day meal and you gave lifelong nourishment..now who would not want more of that around..

 I know ull be around.. But people disappear..and that fear eats me up .. So the scare..
Never mind you.. You get sleep and be wonderful..and dream... Id someday like to watch you sleep and dream and if it's a good dream you'd smile.. And I would grin back..

..

aug 31, 2014

I want to hug u and sigh - breathe my last.
That's wat I want

But I'm stupid
 .. Coz I'm a super massive black hole
And u r a gentle star

U see d hunger. . insatiable ..

The immense desperation then, sometimes comes and
I want to gobble u up and sink u inside me
But then wat will be left will just be me

Coz I'm devouring ..I m hungry.. And its just d wild craving.  D ones only mindless animals have

And despite all that I have learnt n read... Civilization fails me

hdk