You know yer getting old when...

.. the radio-city blast-from-the-past is the song you whistle most often
.. the galli ka bhelpuri-wallah that you used to call bhaiyya.. now calls you auntie..
.. some 18 yr old's blog mentions your favorite cartoon show as a true classic...

- dangerously-close-to-thirty :(

One glued page...

Just one glued page in the book....

Someday I'll write something with this title...
.. will have to take permission from someone though...


You say your life is an open book.. yet the book doesn't mention me...
Do I exist solely in the confines of that one glued page...

Yea.. cheesy.. I know ;)

Under construction...

Would you ever think of me... if I never remind you that I exist....
Would things people say... remind you of me..
Will you hear something on the radio or tv that you'll want to share with me.. but then remember that I'm not around...
No ??!! ... well neither will I...

A passing muse....

Moments wasted... words unspoken... stories untold...
It was too late now.. she told herself as she headed home...

But then maybe... it wasn't something that needed to be styled in fancy prose... or something that took an eternity to realize...

Maybe it was a simple emotion that was betrayed by a single glance..
A common joke.. that was shared by just half a knowing-smile or four misspelt words of an sms...

She smiled and thought that this was it..
It put her at ease.. and there.. she was almost home..

As sleep eludes...

As sleep eludes...
And peace of mind.. seems but a shadow in the distant past...

I try and think...
Of what I've learnt and all I've loved and what I've lost...

I loved to learn..
then learnt to love...
then yearned the love I thought I had lost...

then lost the love.. I always had..
and learnt that love.. came at a cost..