The disowned art…

Ended up writing a short story on a woman suffering from mental illness…Guess 2am brings out the dead writer in me…

Don’t waste your time staring at me, she said

I’ve got nothing better to do, he said

What do you see, she demanded

Well you certainly aren’t a piece of art, he grinned

Then why don’t you find yourself a museum, she growled

I did only it has the damaged goods on display, he raised his eyebrow

Why don’t you walk away then, she enquired

In that rusted piece of you lies a magnet field, he complained

The sun is making you spit nonsense, she muttered

Your eyes I’m talking about your eyes, he pointed

What about them, she questioned

Even behind a dead soul they shine so bright & blinding, he smiled

What is your name, she smiled back

Albert, he smoothen his tie

Well Albert you’re doomed now for them eyes are cursed, she laughed

How so, he frowned

Anyone who has ever fallen in them has never recovered from the fall, she whispered

How many of them, he wondered

Two so far, she cried

What happened to them, he swallowed a lump

The fall broke them enough to walk away and never come back, she turned away

Might I try the jump, he cleared his throat

My poor Albert you’ve already taken the fall now wait till it hits you, she winked

I won’t walk away, he announced

So said the father & the son, she choked

Darlin…!!!!

Darlin
I know it wasn’t wise
Falling for those eyes
Getting lost in that smile
Now I’m missing
Face of the unknown
Wondering 
If It’ll ever show up again
Darlin 
You walked in and out
Of my life in few seconds
As I stood 
Few steps behind you
In the queue
I looked at you
Almost introduced myself
Asked you for a coffee
Told you my favorite author
In a whisper 
Gave you my number
Guessed your favorite song
Blushed before I kissed you
And gave my heart to you
Thinking that’s where it belong
Darlin
I know it wasn’t wise
But if you could please
Just walk pass by me
Once more
For
I wish to write an end
To this dream
Tell you
It’s not me it’s you
You’re the star
I can only gaze upon
So pretty so far
I would then say
We’re done
And walk away
Knowing I had you
Even if it was for a day or two
Darlin 
Just once more
Meet my eyes
I know it wasn’t wise…

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Blogger or Blabber? Who cares, its frekn 600th post…Yay

Yesterday i played 5 games of Chess and i won every single game but i wonder why cant i do same when im playing at the yearly Chess Tournament at Gotham. While it was a good day for  me, it wasn’t for my buddy Federer. Anyways, who cares about final now. Victory or no victory i’m always Team Federer…!!!!

Before i go babbling, this is my 600th post and so i want to say YAY…!!!!!!!!!

Crazy right? I think blogging and music have become my drug cant do without them. 6oo posts is super crazy and wow considering the fact that im not even a serious, funny, political, or freshly post material. Im just a messed up person who was once a diary writer and is now a serial blogger.

Hey, i have also added a new page to my blog Poet inside Little’s Head. This one has all the so called poems that i have written so far in my blog. I just compiled them in one place because i have been meaning to do that for so long now. Im not a poet but sometimes i end up scribbling words in a manner which could, from a very far angle, resemble to something like a poem.

Thankyou for being a part of my blog journey…Little doesn’t blog she blabbers but she likes doing it.