Her Story

You might find this post a little depressive, but then; what I have come to know about life is that, it is not always sunshine and spring! There are monsoons, there are autumns, winters and scorching summers in it as-well!

Moods can never stay the same, and times change, so does my posts here in this blog! Today I am just blabbering and jabbering, tomorrow I might even write about skin care or a post on feminism, day after I might write on politics or I might review music and movies here! I am not bound with any boundaries, neither are my thoughts! They love to wander! So, here I am writing a story about ‘her’!

Her Story

Her Story

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The fear within!

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My Published work

The ugly duckling syndrome

The ugly duckling syndrome, Published in the Magazine – Wellness and Well-being

Willing Suspension of Disbelief – what is it?

The release of the movie Avatar had stirred the world. While watching the movie, people (most of them) were actually connecting with all of Jake Sully’s (the protagonist) emotions. At times people had teary eyes and the next minute they were filled with joy to see Jake run. This kind of connecting with fiction and drama has been a part of humanity since eons.

It happened with many more movies, many more television soaps, novels and theater acts. Take for example; mythology, promotion and advertisement, fiction or the large industry of entertainment, we see this everywhere. Continue reading

Say ‘Yes’ to Comfort with Style!

Long gone are the days, when the term ‘fashion’ went hand in hand with the term ‘pain’.

Comfortable Fashion

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We did everything possible to look flattering and comfort was left over for those little ‘me times’ in our own little cocoons. We  try to find comfort with style, together weaved into breathable  fabrics, but most of the time in vain!

In this ever-busy world, what we working class people really crave is,  ‘Comfort’; but by the end of each day, we find our bodies en-caged in  ill-fitted shirts, trousers, blazers and skirts; that ultimately drains  the life out of us. We seem to suffocate under those layers and layers  of discomfort. Continue reading

She Lived in a Bubble – A wife’s imaginary world

They say, I live in a cocoon that I have created for myself. They say, I live in my ‘own world of fantasy’. They are right, yes they are!! I do live in my cozy bubble, where the world seems much more beautiful, much more bright, scenic, dreamy and enchanting unlike the world outside.

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I kind of like the title here, it  seems to be double-faced, just the way I feel I am at times. People around me say ‘You are a Gemini, so you must have 2 faces’ and I look into the mirror and tell them, ‘ man, I can see just one here’. I know, I am bad at cracking jokes, they simply don’t crack the way I want them to. They are like fortune cookies to me, I myself have no idea what the one I am gonna crack will come up with!

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Albeit; the venom in your heart


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When you think,

you are alone;

when the world seems,

a measly stone.

I will be there;

 all along,


you are strong.

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Anusri B:

What is it to be depressed in its true sense? Can you really understand what the other person goes through? Read this, hope it helps…

Originally posted on Depression Darling:

And now for a bit of light reading:

suicide pic

Warning: The below content may cause you to feel unhealthy amounts of concern and sympathy for my situation. Sympathy is nice but it don’t pay the rent. If you want to help me, please share my stories.

Suicide is another topic we generally don’t like to talk about. It creates a huge divide between people. Huge. Like the ocean, suicide has the ability to make us feel small and helpless because its pull is so powerful and so unpredictable. It frightens the shit out of people. I understand why. It’s as scary as it is unnatural.

We’re all slapping on the SPF 25, getting pap smears, taking our multi-vitamins like good little puppies, all in the hope of winning the rat race and evading pre-mature death.

We’re afraid of death by car accidents, terrorist attacks and cancer, but the thought that the…

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Laments of a Destitute Housewife — Poetry

Anusri B:

A must read, it somehow strikes a chord in me!! A truly well written poem, that has done justice to expressing the thoughts and emotions of a Housewife, in my opinion!

Originally posted on A Whispered Wind:

Sweet Jesus, what has become of me?
This tangled mop of hair
Loss of bit, an elephant’s girth—
Even I find me so repulsive
I’ve smashed mirrors
To hide my shame

This world has swallowed me
Regurgitated the most vile parts
And paraded me for all to see—
Bystanders turn their heads
Even the curious deny me

Is it any wonder I seek death?
To rid myself of this pain—
A heart dipped in lead
So heavy, so heavy
And these burdens burning my soul—
I am but ashes, ashes
And now, with the wind, even less so

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A poem on you…

Long neck,

Fine hair,

Fair skin,

A figure that is slim;

is all you liked..

then and now!!

Foolish I was

& Foolish I am…

to still think

the world I created is true.


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2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 420 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.

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Outburst of an Insane in love!

Are u an insane in love???

If yes, then you might be able to relate to this poem!!

Go on!! Read and feel love!!

horses in love

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Turn to ash!!


A dingy, dark room;

filled with smoke.

Empty beer bottles lay beside.

A lip caressed cigarette,

burns bit by bit;

turns to ash and dies out.

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Running through my mind

This is not a proper post, I am simply jotting down the things that are running through the tracks of my brain.

I feel confused at every single stage of my life, confusion is a trait of my personality, I guess.

However I am determined to begin a new stage. A stage that has loads of potential to confuse me again and again.

But this time I feel determined to win over the Demon of Confusion that resides deep inside me.

Best of luck  “Me” :)


Silly Post – silly me – however you are free to like it or follow my blog to know more about the stage I am talking about.

A Suicider’s Plight


The night was fresh,

with sparks of gray.

Life seemed impossible,

yet it seemed worth it;

worthy enough, to give it a try.

There was a turmoil,

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World – just a game

The world is a game

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Something tickles down the nerves,

with a few shock like waves,

it drives the soul away.

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Brain Popsicle


No matter how brilliant your brain works, once in a while you do find it turn into a Popsicle. Frozen with splashes of colors running down your veins and you don’t remember even the silly things like names, dates and faces. The cold, sweeps through each of your neurons and makes you a living-dead for a few seconds, minutes or hours. All this time, your basic cognitive powers are lost.

Feeling lost in the world you know all about, is a common phenomenon with many and the same goes for me.

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Life in a metro – Kolkata

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Kolkata metro is on the elevated stretch near Dumdum. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I know that the title sounds quite  familiar, but; here I am referring particularly to the Metro railways of Kolkata and not the movie ‘Life in a Metro‘.

Life in Kolkata is dependent on Metro railway. It is, the lifeline of the city that connects it from one end to the other. No, this is not ‘The news’ I was talking about. Continue reading

A few drapes ripped and you are raped!

I know, i was out of sight and didn’t post anything on this blog for a while. However I am back and yes I am distressed reading the news these days.

Grab a news paper from the coffee table or some other corner of our house and read, you are sure to find a couple of rape, abuse and molestation cases in there.

We are  here not to discuss or debate about the society and its functioning or if it is because of patriarchy or matriarchy. Whatever it is, the basic point here is ‘is it going to ever stop?’

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So what? You can always be Gay!!

English: smile

English: smile (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You don’t really like the ‘skin you are in’?, you are being bullied by others who seem to be just your opposite? You are stressed up by the ways the society treats you and others, who think just like you? Are you being neglected, getting depressed and stressed by the nuances of the society. Continue reading

Happy Place Found on Earth

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An emoticon with a smile. For more emoticons in Wikipedia, see Wikipedia:Emoticons. 32px|alt=W3C|link=http://validator.w3.org/✓ The source code of this SVG is valid. Category:Valid SVG (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, this is not a post, it is just something I thought I should share. I know that most of you already know of it and it is definitely not something that would get into the list of things that is found on other planets like say, water or ice or some type of life form. Our world is already full of life but yes happiness is something each on of us hunt for, be it consciously or unconsciously. It definitely feels awesome to find a place on earth where people are happy. Continue reading

The night, when life was sucked out…

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Brain-Shaped Tree – geograph.org.uk – 342922 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One night, I had a mental block or in my context you can simply put it as a writer’s block, that means that point of time you know when you actually don’t know that you really know something.  That was the night when I decided I should pen down my thoughts, so that I read it the next day when my brain gets back its life in order to sit back and analyze the points I make when my brain is not functioning properly. Continue reading

India’s Independence day? What is there to celebrate? 25M children starving

Anusri B:

“Happy Independence day India ( not today, not yesterday, not tomorrow, but when you’ll be a Country where people won’t die on the street)” – Well said.

Originally posted on Blog from Veneto Italy to the World:

English: Map of the British Indian Empire from Imperial Gazetteer of India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(by pio dal cin) Even if India shows the Slowest growth in a decade it still remains one of the richest Countries in the world even if is not listed in the Fifteen richest Countries in  this Forbes report.

India is celebrating its Independence Day and +Google  along with 
+Google India  is joining in the party.

Who is celebrating though? A few hundred Indian Billionaires or the masses who are struggling to survive? According to This Huffington Post survey there are 25 million Indian children starving in the Country +Vic Gundotra  so what is there to celebrate really?
The Rape Cases reported here by CNN?

I think that India before celebrating should take care of its huge social problems.


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The beast unleashed – Happy Independence Day, India!!

Happy Independance Day - August 15 , 2012

Happy Independance Day – August 15 , 2012 (Photo credit: Rameshng)

We say, we are now Independent, we are free. Yes, we are; to a certain extent, but not completely. We gained freedom from the wild clutches of a few of our fellow humans, who traveled all the way from the other end of the world to make us taste dirt and shit; the best part is that we Indians with our life-size hearts and our cultural ethics that saysAtithi devo bhava‘ greeted them and let them in with all glory. Continue reading

The Confession of a Killer


It was in the year 2008, I met the love of my life. He was very understanding (at-least, I thought he was), he let me throw up all my emotions (rage, sorrow, happiness) at him and still at the end consoled me with warmth. But, it was me who betrayed him, I only met him once or twice a year, since I was busy with stuff that seemed to be of much more importance to me. Continue reading

Kolkata – the road less traveled


Kolkata (Photo credit: flipnomad)

I stepped onto the land of Kolkata, almost a year back in September 2012. Hailing from Bangalore, it was a drastic step to relocate myself to a city that is so different from the one I was born and brought up in.
Kolkata greeted me with all its glory and broke me down just within the first few days of being here.
The day I reached  City of Joy  was when I realized that this city also has loads of bitterness, somber and sorrow folded in every corner.

Tram, Kolkata

It seems good to be a part of our ancestral heritage to see the rikshawala manually  pulling his cart from one corner of the street to the other while he rings his bell. But to me, it always seemed wrong get on their cart and let them pull me around. This simply reminds me of slavery to some extent.  However, my weight (after gorging on good food and chocolates) scares me to even think of making the rikshawala work so hard to earn that little wage. after all every girl feels that she has gained loads of weight  once she has gorged on to some good amount of calories right.

The thought of visiting a city filled with sweetness brought me here. I used to think that, everything that this city holds is sweet. So when I was actually here, it all seemed different. I still stand by by thoughts, there is sweetness in the air here. There is a bit of heritage in every nook and corner of this city and there is crap, dirt and bitters here and there too.

So if you want to enjoy all the goodies this city has to offer, you will have to move through the shortcomings as well.

Life in Kolkata is a lot more than what one expects. I shows you both the worlds (good and bad, new and old) living together in harmony.

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We must stop these crazed half naked psychopaths from feeding their children in front of other people!

Anusri B:

Breast feeding in public is totally normal.
Infants need their dose of nutrients and feeding them whenever they need it doesn’t seem wrong in any way. I am totally with this post.


Originally posted on The Matt Walsh Blog:

What the hell is wrong with us? We’ve made porn into a billion dollar industry, we put sex into everything from fast food advertisements to family TV shows, we allow our daughters to idolize teenage pop stars who dress like hookers and sing about fornication; we are a culture that is permissive, hyper sexual and overtly hedonistic, yet, in spite of all of this, BREASTFEEDING is somehow offensive to us. We suffer from a special brand of insanity, so unique that it needs its own name: Progressive Puritanism. For the most part we carry on like we’re living in Sodom or Gomorrah, but if someone goes really crazy and decides to feed their child in sight of other humans, all of the sudden we turn into Victorian prudes. It doesn’t make any sense.

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One life wasted!!

So it happened almost an year ago, when I got my hands on blogging here. I wrote a few posts on the first few days and then abandoned the blog for quite a long time. Now that I am back I hope to stay and write a lot more than ever.

Coming back, a long weekend makes you wonder about loads of things in your life. One such thing that made me go deep into the topic and made my mind go berserk is civilization.

Questions like, “Why do we do stuffs that we do on a regular basis?” hit me hard in my head. Stuff that you really don’t want to do but have no choice. We actually run after some weird concepts found by our ancestors without questioning.  We follow things blindly since the time we were born, we do what we are asked to do by our loved ones. We spend our lifetime doing stuffs we don’t like, in order to be able to do stuff we want to and if it doesn’t work out that way we bring up our children, provide  them all amenities we wanted to get when we were young, thus making our kids lead a life that we ever wanted to enjoy.

work sick

work sick (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

In simple words, we humans run after things that we crave for and in order to get there we do stuff that we don’t like and spend our lifetime getting there.

May be, you did get me, may be you didn’t. If you didn’t get it yet, let me give you an example.

As kids, we were asked to score great marks in all our grades, we strived harder with every test and learned. We used to focus on subjects we didn’t like in order to get good grades to choose the subject we always wanted to study during graduation and post grads. At this point we had already spend around 18 years of our lives. Then we switch to work, we get ourselves jobs. Majority of those who have a job realize that their job is not what they want to do and most of them have no other choice than to stick to the same job, so that they fulfill their responsibilities towards their family and help themselves sustain. They become more or less financially dependent on their jobs. The rest, jump from one job to another until they realize their interest lies in a totally different career and finds solace in either music, writing, painting, photography or any other creative domain.

Music guitar

Music guitar (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

so basically we take the longest possible route to reach our destination and while travelling, most of the time we actually don’t remember where we had to go and get to a completely wrong place. How stupid is that? How about it, that our life just ends in the middle of the path and we never reach our destination.

I really don’t have any idea, if any of you really get my point but yes I think it is weird if we really don’t have such psychic thoughts once in a while.

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India - Day 1 - No Spiting

India – Day 1 – No Spiting (Photo credit: The MacKay Way)

Wow!! You know what? I just thought I now know how to track all those people who spit anywhere and every where in India.

Note- I know that I haven’t  discovered or invented anything here, its just a weird thought that crossed my mind and I thought i discovered the idea. If you were thinking of reading about some new invention in technology here, I am sorry you might find totally out of place stuff here. so read ahead only at your own risk.

Almost all Indians have seen those colorful and translucent spit on roads, walls, doors and what not, while they travel from one point to the other of any city or state. We have come across almost all types of spits, ranging from red, orange green, brown (these are the outcome of chewing betel leaves and other forms of tobacco) to the normal translucent once with bubbles and phlegm in it. I know it sounds a bit gross, but never mind.

There are walls and stations that bluntly says not to spit or you will be fined. I think it is important to catch the culprit whenever they dirty a clean place by fining a good amount and if it all goes well then, the person will think twice before spitting. So if this happens to every body who blindly spits here and there, each one of them will think more than twice before they spit.

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India : New Delhi : Connaught Place reloaded // भारत : नई दिल्ली : कनॉट प्लेस को पुनः लोड – Traditional Indian street art (this time also instalation with dogs in matching colors). (Photo credit: artist in doing nothing)

This is the reason the genius in me thought why not have a system that will analyse  (maybe ) the DNA of the spit and match it and find the culprit for a hefty fine. So every time there is spit on walls or roads it should get collected and analysed, a DNA test should be done and the person should be caught.

Do you know, what will be the result of this? Yes, India will be free from the wild clutches of the SPIT beast.

I thought of this and kept chuckling  thinking about the genius in me who came up with such a brilliant idea.

P.S- I have no Idea if this will work or not ( most probably it wont) and I am sure, spitting colored spit on roads will prevail in this country for at-least as long as I live.

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Some Beef for Thought

Before I begin with this post, let me tell you that what ever I write here matters, only if you think it matters, if you look at is, as though all of it is bull crap, it acts as bull crap. So it is all about how you take it and I have no intention to malign any ethnic group, religion, club, organization, company, party or individual directly or indirectly.

So yes, Yesterday I had  this brief talk with Mr. A and it didn’t take much time to turn the conversation into a debate.

Somehow we were talking about discrimination and divisions among humans in terms of religion, caste and creed. I have no Idea how we came up to such discussions, I guess it must be because I was talking about beef and its taste n stuff. May be it ended up into this flaming debate because both of us involved in this discussion belong to the ‘Hindu community’.


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Mr.A said, ‘ we should not consume beef because it is against our ‘dharma’ and will lead us to hell’ and it was enough to heat   up our conversation with the beef fat.

How does it matter if we eat this or that? At the end of the day   we eat to survive. what if Mr.A is enters a cold deserted forest and is left with no food and starves. from out of the blue he suddenly finds a wild cow grazing. what will he do?

I am sure he will hunt it down and enjoy the meat, or is it that he will let it go and starve to death just thinking about his religion?

I know all this might hurt the sentiments of a few vegan, but then what if we really don’t understand what is consumable and what is poisonous among all those greens available in the forest? Why take a chance when there is good fat to consume to feel a little warm in the cold forests, just to survive?

Religion does helps an individual to take the better path and shows the right from wrong but there are places where you just cant help but listen to what your tummy says and take logical actions, accordingly.

I don’t know if any of it made sense but I thought let me just put it up so that you can point out the wrongs in me.

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Let’s give some more work to the Hawkers

Sprzedawca lassi w Varanasi

Sprzedawca lassi w Varanasi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Staying for a while in Kolkata has provided me with some awesome range of entertainment.

Here I bet, you will find something or the other to entertainment your naughty mind. Wait , with ‘Naughty’ i mean all those ‘goody goody naughty’ thoughts of playing pranks with strangers.

Walking down from Park Street to Esplanade, you are sure to find the streets bubbling and singing to the calls of the local hawkers here, who do not leave a tad of empty space on the footpath to bring up their stalls.

All I do is, stare at their stall and the look is just enough to bring them to work. You give their products a stare and they get up to woo you with their words to the stalls. (patties ache (there are patties here), ashun madam – bag hobe (Come madam- there are bags here), thanda  Lassi hobe (have some cold lassi) … and it goes on)

looking at something means you want to buy it is the basic thought that runs in each of these hawker’s boggling  grey matter. That means if my pockets are empty I will have to stop myself from looking at anything that falls on my way when I pass by those streets. How unruly is that?

I just don’t like them to sit mum in one corner, so I keep looking at their stall until they stand up to greet me and when they do that, I simply walk away.It might just sound like I am a sadist but It is a kind of social work you see, giving those people a little job satisfaction is what I think I am doing.

After all if some body looks at the products you want to sell, that means at-least your products attract eyeballs and you are doing a good job.

Hats off to the local hawkers of Kolkata. You guys are good with sales and marketing.

What’s kept in a name?

Am I being weird? Is it just me?

For those, who have no idea about my existence, let me tell you I am an individual who at times keeps mum and the next min talks non stop. I know, that doing this alone doesn’t make me weird but yes the crappy little things that I blabber does put me in the list of being a little weird.

The other day I was with a colleague of mine and all of a sudden I asked, what if humans were named like fruits and fruits had our names.  I mean, I know that i am not being funny here, it may sound bland and stupid and it does but the point here is why the hell do I get such thoughts? I started calling everybody with names (suggested by me). Miss B, became Miss Pomegranate, Mr. S became Mr Orange. Miss. A became Miss. Raisin and Mr. N became Mr Watermelon. The best part is that Most of them responded well to their new names, that is even more than their originals.

This one brings me to the highest level of cracking poor jokes, I guess. But it only makes me think, how does it matter? After all, What’s kept in a name?

P.S – I like to blabber all unnecessary things, that might get stretched or sound boring. But I am this way, do bear with it if you can.


You wither with time,

faces flip.

When you look inside,

the soul slips.

Changes are momentary,

the basics are fixed.

The corroded brain of yours,

insides, all sipped.

A glass of wine,

or a pint of rum,

gushes down smooth.

and you see a world,

not so true.

The world perceived,

is where I belong.

The world perceived

belongs in you.


Gasping for air,

Suffering and suffocating.

Resembles a fish or a bird,

with a slit throat.

An expired Asthalin,

lays beside…

trembling hands reach out

to find the  glass,

and a drop of H2O.

Rising from the Ash

Life a Compliance,

call it an agreement.

Abstaining and refraining from its end.

and Juxtaposing a Clock.


exhausted and drained at heart.

Resolute and determined,

at the surface.

Gyrating, twirling and swiveling,

more like a wheel.

Or is it a Phoenix,

that rises from its ash?

The Smile!!

Colossal structure,

perhaps a contraption,

like a wheel,

whirling and swiveling.

Not a hamlet,

but a locale, deserted.

Mortals bellowing all about.

Afar awaited something,

something mystifying,

a sanctuary or perhaps a shrine.

Holy Cross with a benevolent smile.

Abrupt gaping of the ingress ,

kind of dismayed.

Macabre or a human,

ghastly and scary,

stitching and sewing a carcass,

staring with an eerie smile.

Poem’s background – A dream put together in words.

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Its difficult to explain…

how they say,

‘silence speak a million words’,

I swear to find it, something sharp…

a knife a blade or a sword.

silence sounds creepy,

I aint no more sleepy,

I luv the silent screechy  sounds!

I crave to cry out loud,

and  lay my head on the ground.

You say I am a child,

You sure  have lost your mind.

things are no more same,

its a  part of  game,

If you win, I am at shame.

I Lose and

you win it all.

I can hear the silence,

I hear my call.


Every second subtracts the soul of existence.

Every minute I think of it,

I wonder why it is so..

Why does the cycle skids…

The drift is large.

Sinking deep into me,

the wrecked ship.

It was meant to be wrecked.

the truth persists…

I know not why,

when I look into the sky…

I see u,

I see all,

I see my love,

I see those..who are there,

and I see those who are lost.

Sky… you seem to nod!!!

oh god….

I know that you know..

what I mean to say.

I know you know..

My dismay!!