that morning at lake - post dell shift

so.. i cudnt stop myself from pickin up my phat-phat and vroomin towards sukhna.....It was pale.. But it was stiill beautifull... basic and intoxicatingly low colors.. givin a low enuf to follow it.. un-intentionally.. without realising... tha's very simple to happen.. very feasible.it was very silent... like.. there was pure mirth to come..no contrast.. but amazing enuf to atttract you soul.
.........so why do people u like.. like only the part they like.. and then.. they are there for jus that.. the moment u start being yourself.. start exploring the not-so-good part bout you.. which you anyways are nothin but glad to know.... they find you "rude".. "mean".. "not-so-entertaing" probabaly.... and they jus dont take it........so here i am.. with my spacepissed off.. and peaced out..nevermeind.. i got my space.. the fragile one which i keep loosin to any n everyone.........Its cold here..slightly pinchin..Jubin dont call again... Tha's how my perfect man has always been.. So who's omperfect.... its me and my writings.. that absolutely never gives no clues bout how m feelin right now... even words become hopeless sometimes..so who's me ? . .

saintly ... crap :(

m i meera g or what... :-/... hell with the kinda feelings i experince everyday.. :-/hmmm... wanna go saint.. off from everythin..wanna travel... discover more bout me... and my world more than me... is that a saintly feelin..??wanna get a clearer idea of my world.. wanna clean the mist on the glass.. wanna feel it and test its strength... have been in the fog.. been here.. only to find nothin.... but all those harsh ways of realisation.. that rather debauched me.... gave me a high-low... givin me that uncertain n un-decipherable waves... that'll lead me nowhere... but keep me bouncing against the glass.. time or reality...whatever....................................... catch the cab
..................................................................................tere bin...kaise jiya..