Archive for October, 2010

Why I love the night..

Posted: October 30, 2010 in Uncategorized

I came across something I had written down for my Dad a while back. It was in response to him asking me why I was always up late into the night..

Why do I love the night?

Because that’s when light actually makes a difference

Because the silence makes me appreciate sound

Because the calm surrounds me and my mind

Because thoughts come closer to me

Because when everyone sleeps, I feel alive

Because friends of far, come close

Because I finally Be, to really See, whats in me..

Needless to say, he told me to stop trying to be poetic, and go to sleep..


Oooo.. Writers block

Posted: October 7, 2010 in Uncategorized

“I’m suffering from writers block” says a friend.. How the hell did that happen? She’s not even a writer. She writes a bloody blog, and proclaims herself a writer. I’m not a writer. I might be trying to be a blogger, but no way would I suffix the word “writer” to my name. I’m being realistic. I don’t want a Booker Prize (Although that would be fun.. I’d get to rub it in the “writers” face). I just put my thoughts to paper.. or keyboard. It’s simple. What the hoopla all about? I love it when self proclaimed “artists” go with an air of high handedness, trying to justify their lack of brain power. True writers, the ones whose words captivated the hearts of few or many, would probably be turning in their graves, or in their beds. It’s quite shameful. But how do you differentiate a writer from a “writer”. Again, it’s simple. The ones who talk with their written words distinguish themselves from the ones who talk with their mouth. So if you want to be a true writer, shut up and write..

My Girl

Posted: October 7, 2010 in Uncategorized

I get a call.. Its her. My heartbeat races. She wants to meet. My heartbeat pounds. Today? Sure I’m free. I drive down, and wait. A little nervous, my hands get clammy. When will I see my girl. This wait is killing me.. But then…. I see her. There she is. Standing beautiful. Sunlight gently moving with the wind around her. I make my way over to her. She’s even more beautiful up close. I can hardly contain myself. My hands move to her. Slowly caress her.. Then my hands move down..towards the handle.. And I open the door and sit down in my girl. Ferrari Enzo.. And then I wake up. And then my dull existence makes me head to work, to earn a meager salary, to live in the hope that someday, I’ll get my girl..