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I hate love stories

Its goddamned overrated. This love thing. At times I wish that love was a habit. I'd gladly kick it then, with both feet. I'm done. Seriously. I'm done with this thing called love. The very thought of it now curdles my blood. It angers me so much that I can feel the bile rising up my throat making me want to puke. What the fuck is it with love anyway? I was doing great for more than a year or so. Just when I was having a great time with a great guy in a great place, the blast from the past had to happen. And that too not even the far away past. I totally blame myself for this. I should never have made memories post the breakup. It would seem like a joke to you people that I had the best times of love after the break up. I made more memories after the break up than when we were together. Hah! Talk about being foolish. Been there, done that. Each time I think of the situation or the person linked with it I now get furious. I never knew I had a popping vein on my forehead unti

This is Me

Warning: A long post ahead. They say that when you are going to die, your whole life flashes in front of you. Something similar happened to her. It was a perfectly set evening. She had just returned from work and was too exhausted to go out. But she had made a dinner promise to him and she intended to keep it. Fair enough, as it was his last day in the company and the city. She had been avoiding this situation for long enough now. The time had come to face it. And so they went, each one knowing what to say but none having the strength to accept the truth. He spoke as she dug into her chicken and ham lasagna, carefully separating the capsicum bits. Her head hurt from all the calls she had to attend throughout the day. The vodka tonic concoction was not helping either. So she just sat back and listened. She knew what the questions were going to be and she had answers ready for them. She waited for him to finish. It was a cute little speech and then came a lone bright red rose off his bag

Everyone's fighting a battle

Life's outrageously funny. I'm just back from a short trip down to Hampi with a few of my office mates. It was a good trip, but all I remember from it is drinking, posing for snaps and the unbearable heat. But what I'm most glad about is what I learnt about people during my 2 day stint out there. Not all of us lead a perfect life, and I was proved right. Everybody is fighting a battle. Some with others, some with life and some like me, with themselves. As I lay awake on the top berth of the train a million thoughts flooded my mind. People are different. And each one of them is fighting something in their own way. I found out how a casanova can sometimes be a loner, how an outspoken man can be so shallow inside, how a woman can crave for male attention to satiate her growing age and inferiority complex, how an overtly committed man can be so perverted, how a misanthrope is secretly looking for love in all the wrong places, how a relationship can go from friendship to anonymo

Original Sin

The principles of lust Are all burned in your mind Do what you want Do it until you find Love The principles of lust Are easy to understand Do what you feel Feel until the end ~ Enigma ~ Love should be the sin, not lust. Love is the original sin.

Is this Love?

I wake up thinking of you I can smell you all around Do you think this is love Cos you make my world go round I see your pretty face Everywhere, then and now I want to keep seeing it Seriously, is this love I long for your presence More than you can ever think I don't know if this is love But, I feel you with every blink You look at another woman Envy then seems to shove I want your looks just for me Please tell me, is this love When you hold my hands Its an enormous thrill Is this what is love Without you I feel nil I don't know what you're thinking At times everything goes above I'm so lost in your eyes Do you think this is love I want to fight for you Hell with the peace and the dove I just want you for myself Tell me if this is love Do I have the strength to sail through What If I turn this to dust If this actually is love This word, can I trust I don't want to feel this way I want these feelings to drop If this is what is love I sure want it to stop

Stupid Me

And that's it. Nothing beyond it. I'm extremely pissed today. Either I'm nursing a hangover from last night or going through severe withdrawal symptoms thanks to the whole idea of trying to quit smoking and actually succeeding. Every thing's going great but something doesn't feel right. To start off, what's with all the romantic posts that I've put up of late. Parts of them have been drawn from my life while the rest has been fiction. But when I read it, I stump myself. That's quite some wild imagination I have. Love is the last thing on my mind right now, but it seems to be a priority on print. Honestly, I'm shit confused about a few things. Oh yeah I know, I know, as usual. I thought I would never go back to what I was a few years ago. The love lorn, short tempered, deep thinking, foolish woman. But I seem to be getting there again. At times I feel I'm falling in love, and the next minute I'm cursing the word. One day I feel I'm doing a

Not quite yet

They never fought. Not once. This was the first. (If you can call it that) He was furious, she seemed calm. " Chalo, its late. Drop me home now " "No" " Why? " "Because you are selfish, arrogant, narcissistic and only think about yourself" " Yeah, that I know. What else " "But that's only one part of you. The other part is the best thing that has ever happened to me" Smiles. " I know that too " "You're the perfect blend yaar, why don't you see it" " I don't know why I should see it " "True. You are lucky you don't. Else you would have ended up as fucked up as I am now" " Hmmm. Kyu? " "Pata nahi. I have known you since quite long now. You have the best personality I have come across in a woman. I love your attitude and your clean heart" Intrigued. " Clean heart? " "Hmmm, dil bahut saaf hai tera....... Ab yeh math bolna ki you knew thi

Happy Ending

Some people tell you they love you, and then they tear you apart. Into shards. Every time I think that I can't love you more, I prove myself wrong. Even a stab from you seems filled with love. I fought with all I could, but yes, we win some, we lose some. Then, we learn. Its the 21st century. Love is no longer blind here. Probably that's why, I still love you. My only reason for loving you was that its you. I tried to hate you. Then I realised that it hurt a lot less to not care. At times I can't seem to fathom as who it was who threw this all away. Me. Or you. Its not tough to let go of something that hurts you. Its tough to let go of something that you have always wanted. Irony is that, both happens to be the same thing. I said that I'll love you forever. But now, forever is getting over. When you said that you loved me, you lied. You could never trust me with the truth. Or yourself. Your love made me lose my patience. But you stayed until I won it back. That's wh

A Lot like Love

Ages since I did an all picture post. Each of these are my personal favorites, the last one being the best of the lot. A kiss for me, has always been the best expression of love. Its simple, easy and most importantly, safe. I love the feeling and some memories are vivid enough to give you goose bumps all over!

Strangers in the Night

There sat a group of 10 to 12 people, drinking and laughing. It was a perfect atmosphere with the faint moon lit sky and the smooth breeze. They seemed to be lost in themselves talking and making merry. She sat there stirring her drink way too often. She could feel his gaze on her, but she chose to ignore it playfully. She gave a quick glance towards his side and he gave an angry smirk. He hated it when she sat so far away from him. Way out of his reach. Made him insecure. He felt that it meant that she was slipping away from him. He angrily gulped down his drink. The crowd seemed oblivious to the silent interactions between these two. She leaned forward and reached for his hand. He held it tight and looked right into her eyes. She couldn't get her eyes off him. He looked gorgeous in the faint light. But they were friends. Just friends, just the way she had insisted. But the churning of feelings from the past few days were troubling her. Him too. It was very clear as he squeezed he

Dil sa koi kameena nahi

Love. The one word that leaves me troubled to dangerous extents. The one word that is never off my mind. The one word that makes me want to plunge into it. The one word that has been the sole reason for a million smiles and a gazillion tears. The one word that makes me want to look back and hold out my hand again. The one word that makes me view a prominent face each time I close my eyes. The one word that opens the Pandora's box instantly. The one word which has me praying. The one word that I want out of my life. The one word that makes me want to live. The one word that makes me wish that I was dead. Inspite of all this, still, I'm in love with the whole concept of love. It annoys me to the core and shakes the very depth of my soul. Just a thought gets me to behave like a rolling stone. Why? I don't want to go back to the same old excuse of being a romantic fool aka a Leo. Even the concept of being a Leo has ceased to make sense now. Poetry still flows and so does frustr