Anonymous

How do I inspire him
Me, an ordinary woman
Living an ordinary life
Dreaming ordinary dreams

How do I compete
With his expectations of me
With his idealism
With his perfectionism

How do I survive
His idea of love
His ambitions for me
His desires for another

How do I change
For the unchanged man
With his unchanged values
Without erasing myself?

Talk

Conversations...its a lost art, really. I don't remember the last time I had a long meaningful conversation with someone. It's like this...either I'm switched off when someone's talking to me, resulting in maybe, 5-10 mins of chit-chat. Or the person whom I wish to talk to is preoccupied. Even while on the phone, I'm multi-tasking. It's as if, conversing has become a waste of time, a by-product of the crazy humdrum of life. Social networking isn't exactly helping! When did it become polite to check my phone every 5 mins, in the middle of a 'conversation'? And yet, I can't help it. This constant need for stimulation is tiring, so when I'm off the phone, I'm exhausted, and still not satiated. Reading helps, but again, I'm not actually talking to anyone. It feels like although I'm surrounded by people, I'm living a solitary life. A life of typed letters instead of voices, emoticons instead of emotions and profile pictures instead of friends.

Maybe...

Sacrifice

Out of sight, out of mind

Out of body, in the grind

What you see is what you get

What you don't, you can't forget

Far far away is a heart that froze

Frigid fingers, a danger pose

Unchained melodies hang in the air

Dancing statues stop and stare

The ice queen has no tears to shed

Love is overrated, she said

Before she set herself alight

Lay wasted in the charcoal night...

 

Native nomad

The Drug

Sometimes when everything in my life seems to be going right, it's strange, really, that I begin craving for melancholy. My mind wanders to the past everytime, thinking about long lost friends, lovers...times gone by... And I think maybe if I could have done things a another way, my life would have been so different. Even though I love being what I am, and doing what I'm doing, its crazy to want to think like this. Its like I'm addicted to being sad, that happiness sits right in front of me, and yet I choose to elude it.

Emotional fool

Came across this 'revelation' on the web... Story of my life!