Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

A Taste of Me Want sickeningly sweet strawberry, bitter mint chocolate with macademia, or the unusual and rare salmon with vanilla? Once you get the first bite, you'll feel elevated, a little disoriented, too fast falling, too much easy cavity. But watch that vein. Look how it turns beautiful blue first then a scary purple. Want more of the initial experience? At your own risk dear customer. You say you're no sissy, so okay come on. Get used to red patches on your skin, but the madness in your head is not yet satisfied. You say the world never looked so colourful and that you see flashes of star shaped future. I'm spreading through your spleen now, as it prepares to explode but you don't care. After the fourth intake, your body gives up and you know you gotta give up. One last try and your off, which you do. Come back again if you likethe taste of sweet poison. Come back if I beg you that I will stop you from destroying yourself. Come back, if you forget for a minute th

Land of Many I had heard a lot about you before I met you. They said, your grandfather was a cold blooded convict. You must understand, I didn't know what to expect. But you were supposed to be generous, warm, fun, relaxed, just like an endless ocean of furry blue. So I came, and was surprised. It was a chilly winter evening, but your touch comforted me. Every child of yours said a Hello, shook a hand. And underneath the silent exterior were troubles, pain just like mine. Hills forgotten, covered by years of moss, cliffs ancient. When we parted, and I held your wide chest one last time, I cried. I believe, we leave pieces of our heart behind, everytime we fall in love, everytime a stranger feels like home. I let go of a meaty chunk And now there's a hole, asking to go back to you. You, your ruffles and your plains, The tall blonde with freckles, I met on a journey going backwards, coming forward. (P.S: I never thought I'd ever write a poem for a country, at least not one th

Plus Point So where does one begin and where does it all end? My earliest memory is falling off the bed when I was one year old. The happiest day in my life was in Shimla, catching the first snowflakes and kissing him. The worst, there are many...but thats not the point here. New study shows it's important to think positively in order to be happy. One makes their own future by dreaming about nice things. Well, I can't say I'm not trying. Today, I asked my friends where they would like to be in 5 years time. Got some very nice answers like writing a book in a French villa or growing a dope field in Spain. And when I asked myself the same question, I was blank. Some years back I would have said something similar. A house next to a meadow with yellow flowers, a vegetable garden, a Golden Retriever... But not now. It all seems so futile anyways. Im writing like a terrible cynic today because I'm optimistically challenged today. At the edge of a breakdown, shedding uncontrol