Saturday, July 19, 2014

To love!

It is like you are playing with me. A pinch of a happy remark from you lifts me up to cloud 9. A dash of a harsh comment throws me smashing into the abyss again. It's like I am a puppet and you have now been long bored of playing with it...but you still do because you don't have a better toy. But it is not your fault. I handed over my strings to you of my own accord. I will break free...soon. Until then, enjoy the dance! 


urvashi said...

what is wrong ! mail

Anonymous said...

“I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.”

― Benedict Smith

Anonymous said...

I stalk you on Facebook, I read your blog.
I ‘like’ your posts and ‘post comment’ on your blog.

I feel I know you .. I read all you wrote.
It has steered my heart in a love boat.

But whom am I kidding!?! I don’t really know you.
It’s not like we are friends. I have never even met you.

I saw you long ago in a different place.
But at that time you were just a pretty face.

Pragmatic me laughs at me, tells me its a crush,
But still your status update makes my heart rush.

I’m not an artist, poet or good with sound.
I am man with short fingers and a technical background.

I wish that this blog, you wrote some more.
After all I would love to know you more.

I’m posting this anonymous and you might judge me,
but maybe go out for a coffee when the puppet is free?

Manee said...

@ Anonymous

Probably one of the few times in my life I have been asked out. I should frame this and put it up on the wall.

And too bad I am not a coffee person... but we can grab a matcha if you are in the area.

Anonymous said...

works for me :)