Kiss Machine

He was actually someone i wanted to meet. When i went to meet him, i almost got up to leave, thinking it's stupidity to meet a person just like that. After a few hours of chatting about some random stuff, he asked me if i would kiss him. All i remember doing is- i just leaned ahead from the bar chair and gave a peck on his lips.

I don't regret kissing him till date and the best part is after that we just kissed and kissed and kissed more....awww can't tell it's such a good feeling to even think of kissing him.

Fly fly fly................

I want to fly even if the fall will leave me with broken bones...well i dont mind a broken nose actually....yea i think i dont like my nose it's kinda weird in shape an Isosceles triangle which looks like it's been punched from the side and top and bottom ...wotever

Well the first time i heard about someone flying was in a story of a son & a father- Icarus & Daedalus...i'm sure many would have read this story...when i read it, the first thought that came was wow how can someone be so creative..and after a bit of mind masturbation ( i never knew the meaning of this at that age) the wicked me came up with a new twist to the story i.e Daedalus actually must have made those wax wings to get his son killed, may be he was jealous- though i still dont know why i came up with tat twist in the tale.

Okay now getting back to the feeling of flying, i think that happens when i am in Nishant's arms...i feel as if i have everything i want...as if i am footloose and ready to take off...very girly right...but dats ok :)

Eyes

Grey eyes
brown eyes
green eyes
blue eyes
Red eyes
Bluish grey eyes
greenish blue eyes
Doe eyes
cat eyes
SLit eyes

Eyes...hmm... i guess i like big eyes..big mysterious beautiful eyes..the bigger the better.

Blah Blah

I Live
I Do
I Dare
I Know
I Fail
I Mean
I Learn
I Give
I Prove
and then
I Win..cz i am worth it all
(are you jealous of me?? :))

I was never a escapist and will never be its time for the world to understand that i have it in me to get whatever i want

Rebelism

All through teenage, i thought i was a rebel just cz i wore jeans, always had a skinned hand / leg, unkempt hair, ripped shoes, tattered school bag & tie, school books which are more scrap books for doodling. And to add to these personality traits there were acts like, argue with folks - coolest thing do, sneaking out of home - the biggest achievement, having Che Guvera poster at home - made me the ultimate, talking about Communist Manifesto & Materialism - made me a scholar and the ultimate aim in my life was to talk about Peace- you know peace like no war, no cry and all.

And one day i grew up just to realize that- everything i thought- was a small world of fantasy i created. Wish i could just stick to my stupid world of rebelism.

I want to talk to you

about why u never let yourself be what u want to, when i was around
about why u never told me anything that was going on in your mind
about why u never told the truth to her
about why u never spoke to me when i badly wanted to speak to you
about why u always walked out when i asked you not to leave me
about why u made false promises
about why u never told me what made u start all this with me
about why u never think of staying in touch with me
about why u ditched me by not being a good friend
about why u never give me a goodnight kiss
about what u search in me when u look at me
about why u couldn't own me
about why u still treat me like a stranger
about why we cannot have a conversation as good friends

I wish i could really ask u all these questions, unfortunately i know your answer - long killing silence. I might as well stare in to the empty sky and be happy to have it above me than dwell in to the conversation.