They told me...

They told me I would get over it,
They told me I would forget.
They told me it would go away,
The pain wasn't here to stay.

I have been apart,
Longer than together,
Not made any difference of any sort.

They didn't tell me I would think of him..
Often, once everyday unbidden...
That all memories go down in indelible ink...
That it hurts forever, more than you think!

24th September- Sleepy!

I dunno..who made this clear to me at the outset.. Had no idea this was gonna be so tiring... This day was an exhausting one, overflowing with highlights

Well... for starters I am still recovering from all the birthday bashing I got...10 points to me for not having slept in class..In fact full marks for wrangling praise from one of the toughest marketing profs eva...

After almost 3 yrs.. A prof explodes in the middle of class...We have seen understated disappointment, even sarcasm and humour.. But nothing like this. This guy works the room.. One day he's going to throw me out of class for not having "internalised the case"... and for snoring...:)

Came back to a truckload of mailing work from my club..had to wait for approval frm a club secy.. got it jus in time to send off half of it.. urgently call the PoC and ask to finish it up.. and then sprint to a workshop.. And come out of it to no food.. and then dinner was paneer and lemon rice!! really- dont get the thought process.. Was back to club work and meetings.. Got blasted for some awful grammatical and factual errors someone else made...

Was supposed to work on my resume.. Decided to sleep for exactly 25 min.. I didnt knoe wat happened after my head hit the pillow.. profuse apologies happened.. need a whiteboard.. so i dont waste someone else's time..

I neva get to talk...So I'll write to you everyday.. abt all the small lil stuff... if sleep plays an important part.. well..:)

Why are you always so mean to me..:(

I hate it when u say it doesn't matter,
When it does to me,
I hate it when u dont care..
When it comes to me..

I hate it when u dont reply...
When I need u the most..
I hate it when u wont give up...
When u know its hurting me...

I hate it when u never take my side..
When all I need is sympathy..
I hate it when u think its ok to manipulate me...
Just so u can get ur way...

I hate it when u say i dont mean a thing..
When I know it already..
I hate it when I love you so much..
When I know that you dont..and never will..

Thoughts..

Before sleep takes over,
A face appears.
Most beloved.
Grown familiar and dear.

As my eyes open,
Thoughts unbidden,
Wander to his side.

Not a minute goes by.
Despite all I try.
When I don't miss him.

When he laughs
With me..
When he called me romantic..
Or plain Silly..

When he was sick..
When he was cranky.
When he thinks I am pretty
When he hates every thing about me.

When he pushed me away
And drew me back.
When to each other..
We had nothing to say.

I would have loved to hate you..
But somehow I don't.
All I do is love you..
Forever and ever more..

Hmmm..

I thought I had my feet on the ground,
Its only when you came around.
That I knew it was in the clouds,
Nine to be precise

Off my feet u swept,
Ages after we met.
We waited too long..

Forever like lasted a month..
When rosy was the horizon..
With laughter and high spirits

I dreamed of a pretty house...
Books and footsteps of friends..
And a pug.. cos u wanted one

Well then soon enough we were done...
It was my fault.. I pushed..
So hard u had to run..

I am off my rocker, u think..
Obsessed and crazy..
You are right..
Temperamental and delirious..
With joy and sorrow..

Friends we cant be,
Cos they are cliches..
And we wouldn't want to be out of date..

A rollercoaster its been...
More ends than beginnings..
But it was meant to be..
It isnt you.. its just me..

U wanted to be my muse..
Long ago when we were still happy..
I was amused..
I hoped it wouldnt come to that..
Cos I write when i feel unhappy..

So here it is jus for you..
Not my best one...
U were my best friend..
Pardon the cliche..
And we can't have the best everything.,,

Blogger s Block

I wake up one day,
I seem to have nothing to say.
I try to think a while,
But that's not quite my style.
I open the page,
Hoping I snap outta my daze.
Will I ever write again?
If not,that could be a pain.
Write I must,
Cant let that go to rust.
But about what,
I can't remember a lot.
Maybe the first few alphabets,
Will make the rest easier to get.

Life..