sticky tag.

a sticky habit that i've got,
to sound saddened in my words,
even when im happy.
it's that poetic twin of me acting up.

i've to confess,
that i'm in bliss,
that i'm loved,
that i'm not alone,
that i'm blessed.

that i'm lucky,

and i know it.

hassle me.

i fail to please.

i simply fail to please.

call it art, or life.

billions put on masks of colors,
of textures,
breathing each day with ease in disguises.

pretence, seems addictive,
you become someone else.
yet it never comes close to my heart.
it just lingers and thrives around me,
till the day i drown in it.

fading colors.

my colors are washed out,
with a vague recollection of the jovial pink hues & yellow in my life just yesterday.

i trailed, and discovered,
it may just be the side effects of the routinely working schedules.
they are getting to me,
they are acting on me.

i need to run,
run free in the open.

i call this contentment.

when somebody loves you,
wholeheartedly,
you feel significant,
and that life is certainly worth its every moment.

exit the gloom.

life as the grouch isn't much entertainment.

i'm going to walk the other way,
and see if it's sunshiny down that road.

ciao.

town of silence.

deafened,
by all that silence.

the cats are out,
and the mice are asleep.

it's a dead town.

my pink psychiatrist.

think strawberry milk will help?

gulp,
gulp.

yummy.

an encounter with the octopus.

i met an octopus today,
one that uses only two of his eight legs.

strange octopus he is,
one i wish i'd never met.

i hope tomorrow comes soon,
pls.
i've an appointment with mr.octopus today,
can u sense my torment?

i need today to pass.

i need to see a psychiatrist.

lonely tuesday.

i see it.

a lonely tuesday is lurking round the corner,

Mary Tuesday, the only memory boost to aid my constant thoughts-retention failure, is off to scenic venice,
without me!

the loneliness is getting to me, already.

and it's only sunday.

mary tuesday.

formally announcing to all,
my canon baby is named Mary Tuesday.

and yes, it's a she.

history.

my heart stopped beating for as long as it could,
without killing me.

haunting history.

party time baby!

while the cats are away, the mice are out to play!

happy barbie.

barbie loves sinking her pearlie white teeth into the crunchy famous amos cookies.

& barbie now awaits her beloved ken to bring her on a dinner date to kfc!

the malibu barbie is now a very happy barbie.

i'm barbie.

i was in for a change,
there was a calling, for the generic punk to take over.

yet i just caught a glimpse of a sparkling new barbie in the polished mirror,
peeping back at me.

the ants are getting to me,
i'm now the malibu barbie.

why did the punk go missing?
the scissors killed the punk.
or is it yet another crime of the genes?