Despair
After all the casual, pretty words
And the light, empty promises
Why do I still trust you?Because I must.
My trust betrays me.
* Earlier at Short of Despair.
After all the casual, pretty words
And the light, empty promises
Why do I still trust you?Because I must.
My trust betrays me.
* Earlier at Short of Despair.
I was surfing the idiot box today and chanced upon the remix version of ‘Pardesiya’…yeah, the same one with a skimpily clad secretary and her boss. Some of the thoughts that ran through my head… 1. Who dresses like this to work? 2. Do all the staff in the office…
All human beings need boundaries but most of us are entrapped in boundaries set by other people that have become prisons. I have no regrets over who I have beenβββin testing the world I live in and finding where I want to go, how far and in what way. Boundaries are only good when you set them yourself.
She took the towel he offered. And then his hand. White gown, still pristine in colour, if not form. He watched her peel it off, lace clinging to her curves. Trim the hem, she told him, it trips. And she tossed it to him as she wen to call the…
If Art be the much loved child Carried to term and delivered by the nurturing womb of Creativity Which in turn, is impregnated by the sperm-seed of an Idea What else can Curiosity be …but the passionate union? And yet it takes two to unite, to create. But Art, owned…
*This post was actually written a month ago but I sent it in as an entry to a site I really like. Apparently they didn’t reciprocate the sentiment. I am in a different place now but I haven’t quite shaken off the memory. So here it is. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I believe…
What a strange dream that was. Do you ever wonder what your dreams mean? Of course you do, everyone does. There’s a whole genre of study devoted to understanding the interpretation of dreams – from the scientific, medical point of view as well as the esoteric, mystical side. One of…