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Taking a raincheck on one’s feelings Is a recipe for disaster Trying to be strong for both of us Has only made me weaker
World’s greatest armor Is being in disguise Only when the chinks start to show You will know that there is nothing brave inside
So why don’t you pull that veil Make me scream Say those words and Save me too?

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Pitch dark

A shadow has crept over my soul Inching through my defences Making me darkness herself I wallow in grief over things lost In the invisible bonfire And try to survive on the warmth of embraces Of kindred spirits Only that it feels like a stranglehold And I push them away with a Weaponized tongue and my newfound strangeness Friends and foes are all the same Only difference is the name. I burn through whatever light I get Worried I might never see again In haste I commit little crimes
And wallow once more again.

Sangili Bungili Open the Door

Hi guys! Wish you all a Happy New year. With New year comes the question of constantly reinventing oneself and I decided to experiment by  collaborating on a fictional story with Prason - Humor blogger and CFO of the soora mokkai blog - Chronicwriter . You can check out the blog Here , it is a damn chill blog actually and you can thank me later for introducing this kind of awesomeness in your life. So what Prason and I have done is essentially snowball a story from scratch. He writes a line and then I write one spontaneously making it all up and having tonnes of fun in the process. Hope you have as much fun reading it as we had making it.
Disclaimer - The post contains liberal doses of tanglish.

Prashanth was frantically searching for his laptop. It was right here inside my backpack.  And now it's not. The backpack zip is open and my favourite key-chain that was fixed with the zip is missing . My hands instinctively reached for my Jean zip and I was relieved to know that they were…

My Bookshelf Challenge

So My favorite comic artist Grant Snider From Incidental Comics uploaded this marvellous work recently. The thing about his comic strips are that they are so detailed and the words have as much power as the images. I thought I'll do my annual book update via this structure. So Here goes..

2017 has been a disappointing year reading wise. I read only 13 books of my target 30. I also read out of my comfort zone. Sci Fi , Tamil fantasy , Rural based books and classics are really not my cup of tea and cold the cup remained till I gulped it like a medicine.  The Sci Fi book was Ender's Game. Not bad actually got sucked into the dystopian alien fighting kids fighting monsters schtick in the end. Apparently it is a whole big franchise. Read it if you are into that kinda thing.  The two tamil books I tried this year were Ponniyin Selvan and Moondram Ulaga Por. 
Ponniyin Selvan was every bit the epic it promised to be and I can't wait to read the next books in the series! Kalki is r…

Alphabet Song

We’re all at the Anonymous CafĂ© Basking in each other’s misery Cotton over our bleeding hearts Defying Death and all her friends Ever ready to give it another go Fossiled memories motivating rather than defeating
Grape sized heart can carry Such humongous weight Ignominious defeats Justifying its strength Kudos to us all for still trying hard.
Lavish meals and meringue pies Can only take you so far Novice Romantics chuckle at us silently Our orchestra of sadness drown them quiet easily.
Be proud of all the battle scars Queer we are not for choosing this Rocky path Songs getting written by of us at this very moment Taste of victory after testing times is the best after all.


So the Toads had an interesting prompt where you take a letter-word and run with it. I ran with the letters from A-T then ignored UVWXYZ because I already made my point.

Sense of an Ending

Once I was the new girl quietly inhabiting my corner  Inhibitions galore  Tongues tied with awkwardness  wrapping me up, producing no comfort. 
It took a fair amount of time, some nice humans and  a good deal of ass kicking and coffee smelling  to be me in front of them.  Then school got over and college got me starting all over again. 
College took a fair bit longer  with relocation , Hindi and whatnot I had resigned myself to my fate  of becoming the crazy cat lady or the pigeon lady from Home alone. 

All it took was one kind human  to introduce me to her friends  With them I could finally  Stand in the sun.  A big family of friends we became  a noisy bunch , food bonded us  to extraordinary measures
We ate more than we spoke maybe the only reason restaurants didn't kick us out! 
We handled failures and successes  makeovers and breakdowns  with much elan  and stuck with each other through it all.  Intimidating other individuals with our  sheer numbers we had a ball! 
Now the da…

Unbroken Again

So post number #175 it is  

Unbroken Again

A cracked glass can’t be stuck again That grandma of a person croaked. We are in the age of Fevikwik and ready smiles.
So what if it is a plastered one For the cameras? They are better than fake candids atleast
The other day I realized That my heart  got unbroken I could feel only the feeling That I couldn’t feel anything And a twinge of sadness  That I’m not a wailing idiot His star crossed lover.
My smile used to be a band aid over a bullet hole Now the hole is no more And my smile is whole again But then
Why do I still mourn the hole?