you
eyes magnetically stare, a bed of soft leaves, hands reach out, languid pools of desire, arms envelope, a ghalib ghazal, head on my shoulders, I belong here, breath on my face, cool wind, staring at the fan, series of firsts, broken laughter, pure, rush, joy, hope, belief, love...
posted by goldfluke @ 2:54 PM
17 Comments:
ah you just got laid again! hahahahah
now... that.... was good.
good to see cutting bhai as happy singh once a while.
@ anon - don't worry... dont burn... you might even get some someday... just try harder...
or look in the mirror and lower your standards :P
me?! me?! me?!
so?
kiki
this harjee is really demeaning and nasty for some strange reason. what is it? i mean come on. so nobody can comment, peacefully anymore, without you trying to get a one up? no wonder you don't get laid.
just to make it clear i am not the same as anon 1
anon2
anon : i could answer that. but cutting would delete my comment.
try coming over to my page and see what i do to strong opinions with no name.
i verbally rape them.
and considering the insights (or lack of it) you have into other peoples sex life, that would as'laid' you'll ever get.
I think this template is fantastic,
it is this +ve post which seems to have brought-in this bright fresh looking new look to your blog
god bless this positive influence in your life
get a grip harjee.into reality.
You are ugly and fat.
though your blog no doubt has some interesting inferences, but you are dislikeable. completely.
If I were to meet you in person.
And trust me the bangalore advertising community is not that large. Though you are known to be mediocre at work.
Such anger and angst trapped inside that turban, when all that sweat collects and seeps inside the brain, making it ewwww! gross. I am sure you are incidentally bright, but channelised in discord. Pity, a real pity.
nice template. i like :)
'head on my shoulders, I belong here' ... i loved that bit
very evocative words
draws pictures of a lazy sunday afternoon. i had a post on a lazy sunday afternoon, which i deleted and lost!
i liked the part about broken laughter but i didnt get it completely
nice ...
is the sequence ok, by the way? does the love and joy and hope come after the pain or do they cycle eternally, or do they run, huddled close together, like rail tracks, to eternity, from eternity? one another side of the other? just a thought ...
well if one can feel this happy, he must realise it is momentary.
however it is important to keep in mind that it is possible to feel like this time and again. its a great feeling.
And from the other stuff you have written, its as if you give up hope way too often. But as i realise sometimes a few of us need to touch rock bottom to come back right up.
However a little too much of that signifies Bi polarity as a counseller friend suggests.
I had a crush, where i couldn't stop smiling, and then two days later swoof! it disappeared. however i cherish the day, and that day the women in the trains were wondering why was i grinning endlessly on a very hot humid crowded day. amen to more happiness in your writings.
ouch anon.
im sorry i hit the nail on the head. didnt mean to trod all over your raw nerves.
ok, i did.
and thank you, i am touched that the small advertising community in Bangalore knows of my existence :-) though you wish, but i would never want to meet you in person. because i am sure you do not get laid. So you've have lowered your standards and decided that approaching someone ugly and fat would be the only option left.
try another one. i got someone nice, sexy and blind doing me as of now :-)
and yes, i like being a mediocre at work. it attracts less new work and leaves me enough time to whip items like you on blogsphere.
moreover they (the employers) give me raise every year any which ways.
so who cares.
Im sure you sweat and toil day in and day out for that raise. I don’t need to.
That’s the art of pretension management. Not that mediocre eh?
ps- i am sure you too are a sardar. no one else could have described the pains of a turbaned summer as vividly.
staring at the fan...
for how long this time?
Not for long. He needs to learn to be alone first. then he can be together.
love ur staccato style. words come like unchained thots from cruel afternoons.
jus dropped by...
peace..!!
\m/
momentary..ephemeral ...but i am happy for you..hash
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