(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.
You:
The liberator?]
About Me
- Kriti
- Analyzing and over analyzing. Loving. Hating. Being. Seeing. Hearing. Talking. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Thinking. Thinking that I'm thinking. Believing. In very few things...but believing in them with every fibre of my being. Dancing. Till my heart is on fire. Watching TV shows. I'm addicted. Math. Programming. Mahabharat. It's fascinating. Discussing religion and its evolution. Ramadan. It's uplifting. Reading. Writing. Words. Learning. Trying. Giving. Waiting for the one I lost over the stupidest and horriblest mistake ever.
4 comments:
Intense!
Haha! True story! :)
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 :)
Anonymous,
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 :).
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