"You cannot learn a thing you think you know"
This line has haunted me ever since I heard it. The reason is lost to me.

Boarded-up Thoughts

1^st February

Slippery words swirl and twirl,

But deviously elude grasp.

Well, nothing be done 'bout that,

Another time perhaps.

2^nd February

"The web was woven curiously."

So it was.

Forgive me for thinking the girl foolish.

3^rd February

People who try to restore my faith succeed as they have me praying for patience.

4^th February

Backyardigans are really fun. While surfing I happened to pause at an episode where they sang- "What do you do with a scurvy pirate? You make him walk the plank. You raid his ship and take his treasure... and put it in a bank.". The future economic-policy makers are in good hands.

5^th February

A casual observation- In a story, being drunk is such a convenient excuse for the characters to do unjustifiable but essential things to save the story from stagnancy. Confessions, murders, seductions, heists. Et all.

9^th February

Why do they apply for shares they cannot pay for?!

13^th February

My poised pen pleads catharsis... It has my apologies.

14^th February

It is a wonder how much I am able to write about not being able to write. There is a message in there somewhere.

15^th February

Kitsune. Cat o none-tails. Will o wisp. Jack o lantern. Grindylow. Aleya. Vetaal. Vampier. Upier. Mara.

16^th February

"I wonder how, I wonder why,

Yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky,

But all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree."

17^th February

"a song to sing"...

18^th February

For a song to sing,

A promise ring,

A low-hung branch

With a wood-plank swing,

A lone lush glade,

An escapade,

There can't be much

I would not trade.

19^nd February

"What does light taste like?"

20^th February

Each clue of the Cryptic Crossword tells such stories!

21^th February

Kanpur?! POTF came to Kanpur?! Why-wha-who-HUH?! But they don't even know who they are! Who organised it?! Give me the names! *Sniff* Justice is a myth.

22^th February

"I was born into the Jewish persuasion, but when I got older I converted to narcissism."  

23^th February

Last night I played a game on Facebook where, due to virtual-money constraints I had to choose between a new boyfriend and a pair of heels. Tsk, tsk. Nihilism.

PS- I went for the heels.

24^th February

To turn into random roads to wonder only later where one is headed. My mom is not the kind of person one meets everyday.

25^th February

The only thing sustaining me as of now is the thought of a bonfire. Of textbooks. Maybe I'll buy a few additional copies of BS and math for the purpose.

26^th February

Having a picture of a really (due emphasis) hot guy on ones desktop is so blissfully distracting.

27^th February

Passion Colours Everything, Diamonds for Tears, Call, All I Want... life is beautiful.

28^th February

"A-G-L-E-T. Aglet! Don't forget it."

1^st March

I look really pretty in a foggy mirror. I really do.

2^nd March

Mom opened a long-forgotten trunk and found my sisters and my ghungroos which had been taken to be lost. *Scribbles something in my already too long 'To do in April list' *

4^th March

Taylor Lautner, Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, Heyer-heroes... life is beautiful-er.

5^th March

Okay, fine! So I caved! Blog-addiction, allow me to remind you, is hardly a sue-able crime.

Because I like the words

Late Goodbye

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
On the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye

Your breath hot upon my cheek, and we crossed, that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye

The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us
Points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

And we keep driving into the night
It's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...

Based on a poem by Sam Lake

Dawn
 
When darkness is no less than everything you've built become undone
There's no fight and no flight, disaster leaves your passion overrun

It's time to let go, it's time to carry on with the show
Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn

n' I will be standing by your side
Together we'll face the turning tide

Remembrance, can be a sentence, but it comes to you with a second chance in tow
Don't lose it, don't refuse it, cos you cannot learn a thing you think you know

A new light is warm, shining down on you after the storm
Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn

n' I will be standing by your side
Together we'll face the turning tide