Sunday, January 10, 2010


(Written January 3, 2010, at age 22.)

I sit,
    Back slumped.
I look,
    At you.
I burn,
    And I turn to ash.
Yet I breathe,
    And talk
    And laugh.
Lighter in hand,
    Cigarette in mouth,
    I see myself in both.

[The buzz:
    A liberator.
    The liberator?]


Utsav said...


Kriti said...

Haha! True story! :)

Anonymous said...

It's funny how sometimes you randomly come across pieces of writing that speak to you with such familiarity that it scares you.

It's like reading a snippet from my life.

Thanks, stranger :)

Kriti said...


It's equally nice for me to know that someone can identify with at least some of my expressions. If you ever want to stop being anonymous, do get in touch. Until then, I hope you continue to read and comment.

Thank you, stranger :).