No Not in the sense of Goodness or so. Its just that, I've been posting sort of exceptionally emo stuff on my blog and though people identify with it, I realize that this is only the sick-rose me who's like counting another year without a valentine or anything related to love and allthat.
Yes, er... frustration I guess. Its a bit like gas. Its sort of uncomfortable around your chest, but once you've belched it out, it gets better, though your stomach hurts a bit afterwards.
Umm. Bad image.
A big heart. I heart one big heart shaped chocolate that I saw today when I was out with Sandy. Ooh. Big chocolate.
Yes I am fishing for chocs.
Ah, and I am leaving for a Vacation. Because I need some time to recover from all that has been going on till now.
Oh dear Lord... YES!!! I am. Finally.
And with someone I love.
Its going to be cold there. And there shall be booze.
Peep's boycotting V-day.
I would not do that if I were her. I would not. Its just not fair to not give the old saint a chance. I shall so do something crazy this year. And I would not mind doing that, too.
People have random crushes on other people all around me. Ah! Love is in the air.
Or in people's heart at least.
I wrote this poem a year ago. It was pretty er... but I guess I have the time to waste and because its my blog, I can do anything... and if someone does not like the way I write he/she can just click the mouse on the x and be off.
I'll wipe the pages clean
And start afresh.
No more of mismatched lines
Where the rhythm shall miss
Therefore I'll be a bubbling brook
Flowing where life should go...
And this pen and paper
Are too narrow to stop me.
I shall go beyond the words
And my meaning will show
Through something more than
The mere words that trap me.