FranKophone

Rummaging through the attic today I saw odd bits and memories of you… A few happy, a fewer unhappy moments. Unkept promises, broken dreams lay abound. Those silent intimate moments cherished A brief sojourn back into bliss…. And then.... ..... I chose to shut the door.

Engulfed by pain I cry helplessly. No glimmer of hope In sight. I await freedom Bound in chains of life. Will this darkness Never dispel ? Good always triumphs Over evil. When shall it happen With me? I await freedom…..

Tagged by Multimenon . Rules: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people. 1.What is your current obsession? A figment of my imagination named "You" *blush blush* 2. What are you wearing today? A beautiful smile 3. What’s for dinner? Maggi :) 4. What’s the last thing you bought? Notebooks 5. What are you listening to right now? The beauty of silence 6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? A sweet lil' kid. A bit eccentric at times :P 7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? New York City 8. What are your must-have pieces for summer? Split air-conditioners :P 9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Paris 10. Which language do you want to lea...

He paints me. I’m a fantasy – a chimera, yet he paints me. He believes I’m an angel. Pure. Untouched. Gentle. Unrealistically fabulous. He has not known me. Just felt me. I’m his muse. The diva. The gift of his life. What he does not know is I’m a deception. I can kill but not create.  I’m a mirage. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Its Thousif's  birthday today. Wishes for him !!

Being jobless is a big job after all. Ignoring deadlines, whiling away time are tough things. Especially when you know you have a career to deal with. A lean, just-recovered-from-recession market. Parents who trust you. Siblings who idolize you. To sleep when the world works. To kill time on social networking sites. Listening to sad songs. Writing useless stuff like this. Man ! I tell you its not easy being lazy. (Wow!! That rhymes!! Easy….lazy…)

Introspection is the mother of philosophy.

Won’t forget you …. Won’t remember you either. Won’t forgive you.. Won’t accept yours either. Won’t touch you… Won’t let you be touched either. Won’t love you… Won’t hate you either. Just keep you hidden… And not let you wither.