Pillow Talk

She was laying next to me in bed. I can feel her breathe on my face and she can feel mine.

My one hand was under her head and with other one I was playing with her hairs, they were dark and long and curled at the roots and straight at the bottom, its been more than a year since she got them straightened, I like playing with her earlobes and piercing  which is getting bigger with those long and heavy danglers, which she is very fond of  wearing and she has couple of more piercing on the upper side of the earlobe, and I kept playing with her ear and ruffling her hairs and massaging the back of her ear, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, there was a little mole on the right side of her upper lip which I wanted to kiss but I did not.

She was trying to draw something with her long slender fingers,on my face,and she was playing with my stubble, and murmured "Get rid of it, I like you clean shaven".. I said "Ok, Mi Lord. Your wish is, my command".
She giggled and pecked on my cheek, and came a little more closer.I removed the "Inferno" which she left there laying between us, along with her cat eye glasses.

Our legs were all tangled under the sheet, her anklet was touching the back of my feet.

I was awe struck by her beauty, her pink skin with those little acnes here and there, she has a very small forehead and perfectly crafted eyebrows, big black and brown eyes and little hooked nose, and yes! that little mole on the right side of her upper lip, which I always wanted to kiss and her hands very beautiful and perfect, and it looks like as if god has made them on made to measure basis with each finger proportionately made and they looks even more perfect with ring on each of them.

Yes! she seems a little fond of jewellery. With all those piercing on earlobes, wearing rings and mother of pearls and danglers on them and rings on all eight fingers and an anklet.

I asked her "Who is your favourite, author?" She took a while and said "Ayn Rand".
I asked "Why?".
She started explaining, how Ayn Rand has a great influence on her life, how Rand's philosophy of Objectivism, has helped her to be a better person and how important is selfishness and she quotes her..

 “To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I".

I told her,I am not a big fan of Rand and I find her writings little scientific and abstruse, plus I am not a supporter of the philosophy of objectivism, I live the dreamy side of life.

Till the time writing is not lyrical and dreamy and full of romanticism I don't like it.

She asked me "Who is your favourite?"
And without a second thought I said "Khalil Gibran" and quoted him...

“And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course."

And, we nerds oozed to sleep talking about our difference of opinion.

Orion Shines Bright

I write.
You read.
End of story.


I talk.
You hear me out.
End of story.


Not. Because everytime people talk, there's some talking back that happens. And more talking back. And more talking back. And the end result is?


Some crap.Mobile bills.Restaurant bills.Caffine.Cup cakes.


I don't know.


I have grown sick of connecting to the world via my phone. My phone seems to annoy the life out of me. Out of nowhere. I wish to downgrade to a simpler phone. If I bring it up, my family will throw rocks at me. Hence I decided to use technology to fight technology. I have pushed my phone into the flight mode and people can contact me nomore. Plus, my phone stays switched on. Comes to use when I want to look important and punch into it.

Am I sounding too serious for my usual standards? My apologies.
MY PHONE IS ON THE FLIGHT MODE AND I AM ON NO FLIGHT AND I AM LOVING IT BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN NOT GET THROUGH TO ME. Not that many try :D



You hold expectations from people, I hold expectations from time. People fall in love with people, I fall in and out of love with time and things. People come and go, time stays. People fill up time, but time is the end result. People expect you to love them back, make love, lend money, time doesn't expect anything back. I make zero sense when in words, but in my head, these thoughts are making perfect sense. I'v been told I'm going to grow more indifferent and blah than I already am. God bless my people.

I love people, I really do. It's just that there's this part in me that walks 5 steps ahead and recoils 10 steps back. All the time. Effortlessly. I don't know how when why.


Now throw some confetti.


Other day I was laying on the terrace, it was around  midnight, I took out the cigarette and tried lighting it, but failed, wind was good, and I wasted around 15 match sticks trying.


I lay down again and saw Orion shinning brightly in the clear sky, I changed the song on my mobile and watched Orion some more.


Sorted.