That's why I'm MisSintErrPriTi'd!!!!!!

Of ruffled feathers and blow-dried hair... Of battered hearts and dazzling smiles.. Of melancholic madness and mass hysteria... Of noisy solitude and and a carnival of lull.. Of bruised bodies and soul reborn... Of sleepy afternoons and sleepless nights... Of verbal misinterpretations and silent approvals... Of unattainable fantasies and fulfilled aspirations.. Of consenting differences and contradicting similarities... Of visual blindness and blinding illusions... O' Life.. You are but a festival.... Of mournful delights and exhilarating gloom!!!

On the foundations of hatred and envy Cemented by ill-will and lies Walls of foam painted with pretense This house built on doubt and distrust; thrives!! The wolf is my next-door neighbor Meaningless conversations to fill up the void inside In a town full of strangers  We call some of them our "own" allies!! Tea-time chatter Laughing on a character's sad demise! Or about first-copy merchandise These crystals doth diamonds outshine!! Songs with profanity  Played aloud on loop Exchanging pleasantries Perhaps, that's why 'Fake' is the new black!! And all the sentient beings crying,  "This house is falling apart!!"

I know it's late,  So, why hurry now? If You reach there first, look for a small hill,  By which a river is flowing,  Or by the sea... or nearby a waterfall! Find a nice place under a shady tree...  And... Build a house, wait for me! If I reach first.... I'll do the same!!!

The Brightest Full Moon of the year - May 05, 2012 Me : The full moon  Like a balloon  At the string of my desire tied, And there I lay back  With my head on the grass  Thought of a verse  Life's triviality glorified! Mira : Is the moon; the full-bodied orb of delight u serenade,  or do you wait , oh so patiently for the winds of desire to fly you to the moon ... my love.. Me :  Its the Moon, so vain, I compel A self-obsessed celestial object of desire It can't resist the gravitational pull Of an Earthlings' sweet serenade of d'sire Of which, I always leave him/her wanting more.... By saying come back fortnightly, it only would get better, fo'sure! Oh, and if I were to fly... I'd like to go BEYOND PARADISE!! TNT : Oh lady moon...wish I could hold you on my palms.. You look so beautiful,sitting lazy with the jealous stars.. You whisper to me,as I watch you from under my favourite tree, ...

Words If suppressed Held captive  Inside the chest Turn rebellious And form verse!!!

Just read somewhere that Agni-V's best feature is that it can ruin 10 cities at a time @ 5000 kmph?!?! Wowww, isn't that just awesome, world-class armory?! Now India has no reason to worry abt bein left out, should WW-3 break out, eh!! Yayyyyy... we're gonn go to war!!! All those video game fantasies that little boys grew up on, in the 90s are gonna come true!!!! \m/ :D Also, the UN should immediately meet and decide which those 10 cities in the world would be.... and send there all those people with SENSITIVITY and SENSIBILITY levels below "High"! I sincerely hope and pray otherwise, but wudn't be surprised if the city I live in is selected among those ten!!! And I give a negative f*ck about it!!! *sighs* :-/ Genuinely yours, Ms. Whocares Sowhat P.S - Genuine thanks to Mr. Tumlin Fromsomewhereinthesea(Sandeep Venkataramani) for the picture, without which this post wudnt make half a sense!! :') 

“You are tired (I think) , of the always puzzle of living and doing; and so am I. Come with me, then, and we’ll leave it far and far away— only you and I, understand! You have played (I think), And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, and knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart— Open to me! For I will show you the places nobody knows, and, if you like, the perfect places of Sleep. Ah, come with me! I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon, that floats forever and a day; I’ll sing you the Hyacinth song of the probable stars; I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream, until I find the Only Flower, Which shall keep (I think) your little heart while the moon comes out of the sea.”