There's this man, he makes movies. I'll meet him some day. He'll look at me from behind his glasses. Not more than a glance, meaningless for all the life that he has seen. He'd have to look nevertheless. Hear my story. Imagine it in his mind, while reading it. All the while smirking at me, for the life that he has seen and knows. Because he can't but see it so well in his mind, he'll take my story. All the movies that he's ever made end in a particular way. But my movie does not end in that way, but it doesn't end in a way that he wouldn't like either. For once he'd make a movie not for himself. He'd make it for me. My story, different from his. But he'd make it, through my eyes.He will.

(Sigh)

Somewhere beyond where black and white meet to become grey. Somewhere beyond where green flows beyond control. Somewhere beyond where red paints life. Somewhere beyond where yellow colours seasons. Somewhere beyond where purple tricks shades. Somewhere beyond that nameless angry colour. There. Millions miles away, but there.

Thank You

Love. Hurt. Lust. Four years. Dissolved in alcohol. Touch one. Kiss another. Hold yet another. Alcohol. Do what your sanity would'nt allow. How you pretended to be in love with one while yearned for another for so long. But today alchohol would set you free. You wait till alcohol tricks your loved one to fall in love with you. You could have who you wanted, the spirit burned the walls. You could confess to whom you admired. You could be brave, very brave and do what you've always wanted to.

A prayer on behalf of you - May God bless alcohol.

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Undrunk, so undrunk. Not a sip. No thoughts of tricking that drunk boy. You sure can wait till another day, and let someone else have the chance today. How about the other one. You sure are braver than the drunk, so just go. You think he'll think you're drunk? No he won't, tell him that. Tell him of the perpetual madness in your sanity. No? You think there's no need? Because that's the truth of your existence? Because no one can change that, not even him?

A prayer for you - May God cure your madness.

A burnt flower market.

My favourite hymn in the church.

Your face in the morning - the life in my head.

I could hear the rumble. Far but loud. From down below the earth. I could feel the life in me, I heard the passion in me screaming out loud. I thought I was going to explode. I just sat still waiting for my time.

For all the beauty that you wanted,

waited for,

beauty you shall create.

My dream I wish to turn into a grain of sand and put in your eye. To float and swim there. Nowhere else does it seem more beautiful, least in my mind. It would'nt hurt I promise. It would come to life. And I would live forever.