My Pug Marks

I don’t remember, What I have eternally forgotten. I don’t wipe tears in my mind, For I never want to forget their grind. I keep awake with my sleepy eyes, Pining for an unknown coveted prize. I move, just because I have to, Letting feelings sieve through. Clogged in time and cobbled in stone, Uncertainty eternally throned. Biting nails and chewing time, To feel again, what felt mine. Beyond harness is this thought, Which I always remember to have fought. But, What I don’t remember, Is what I have eternally forgotten.

[Taking the tag from Nikki...] Ah! Am I glad that we can plagiarize by just writing a line above? Well, yes I am. It is a nice thing to have this post, I am already ept at this stuff when it comes to talking, now the writing part.[am rubbing my hands together in excitement] Now I speak. You Listen. And carefully.[ I think stating things again adds weight to it.] i think i-phone rocks. Whether you have a utility of it or not, is immaterial. I like my office, better than my college atleast. I admire Rowan Atkinson. He is FUNNY.[Go watch Johnny English.].Shahrukh Khan is the most self-obsessed Bollywood actor I have seen.[And he shows that openly in most of his movies]. Pierce Brosnan rocks in his movies. Water is one of my favourite food. I like to buy costly things, not for show off but the feel that it gives you. Most people add more shit to this world in the name of religion. I hate it. I loved reading 1984 by Orwell and The Goal by Eliyahu M Goldratt among other books. I hate the ide...

Cool blue. Reddish hue. Sunlit delight. Despicable plight. Black n White. Greyed fright. T e x t u r e s galore. Mundane n bore. Cribbing child. Mature glide. Promiscuous whore. Love - pure. Shaken faith. Precise lathe. Cacophonous screech. Eloquent speech. Plotted treason. Spring season. Antartic cold. Hawaii mould. Oh, what to write... What to write?