The Sheep Story!

Once upon a time, there was lamb.. she wanted to be funny and a crowd pleaser... she spoke to Mary and they mutually decided to break up and cited irreconcilable differences in the local pedantic village drunk court. They got it and the lamb decided to move on.

Going ahead, she came to meet these bunch of dirty dancing, dark fluid loving gang of bangers and sheep lovers. So the lamb became a sheep. Now the question was, should that sheep just be a sheep or should she turn herself into Shahid Kapoor? So the sheep went to the gym, ran on the treadmill and worked her hair to be fluffy. Mind you, she tried very hard. Then as every story has a twist, this one didn't! It was pretty predictable. Sheep flaunted stuff and one by one lost respect of all the gangers... Now all fluffy and tired she decided to move on further. But Whatay, there the story tried to put a stop to itself but the sheep pushed back in.

So a classic case of Fata Poster aur Nikla Hero (or so called Hero). This is the part where the sheep tried, cried and decided.. Voluptuous is the way. Just like the Moto Moto dude in Madagascar two... she sang: I like em big, I like em chunky... those two adjectives btw were for the sheep itself. She is totally in love with herself now. She sings to herself, Now and Forever I will be your SheepMan.

So Sheep Sheep Sheep... If you haven't already started dreaming about the Sheep... and have become dewy (euphemistic alternative for another word)... Say hello to the day that makes no sense at all...

Sherry may or may not make merry.. but have you ever tried either?

Btw the sheep can outrun any runner... even if it is Rajnikanth!

PS: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Light at the End of Paranoia!

I feel that our life is just like a day. If you wake up at noon, you will definitely miss the morning; but that does not mean that you won’t be able to catch up with the early risers for the late night movie.

I am convinced that you are right and I am a paranoid. - One of the best Quotes i have read!

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PS: This is my 50th post... :P Dedicated to you Brother from China!

Might... Maybe and Not!

The hardest thing in life is letting go of what you thought was real. -Unknown

But then, how do you define reality? Perception? Illusion? Even though perceptions can make you sad and illusions can make you happy or vice versa. Till yesterday the castle of feelings was strong. Today it has become a castle made of cards. The winds of time and the winds of change just pushed the cards and scatter them into memories.

But then does that stop us from standing at the cliff to jump into water? To feel the exhilaration for the time before you hit the water? Then the plunge into cold water that freezes the adrenalin in an ecstatic way? I am ready to unleash myself. Why? Just because the madness is peaceful, just because I don't want to inhibit myself. I am crossing the thin line from rationality to the little known place. The place where clarity speaks for itself. Where numbness is the surreal music that plays and where darkness is the light that shines and makes every feeling shine like reality.

But then, why all this stupid garbage talk? Why? Why can't I run away to you? Why can't I shake you up and tell you don't let go of our feelings, don't let go of the connection that we have. Don't say its past and you don't know where to go from here. Bury me away, but don't replace what we built. Keep me alive as I have cherished you. Every day, every moment. The senses... the perceptions... and the feelings... nothing can take it away. Let a snake charmer come, charm you away... but remember the concoction of our poisons... you know, as much or more than I know... nothing can take that away. No one can take that away.

But then was it real? Yes. Was it just an escape? No. It was something pure and true... in its simplest form. Why did it not last? Maybe it was not supposed to. Something as precious... got rusted. Who is to blame? Circumstances? No. Where do we go from here? Our own trails. What if our paths cross again? Haha... Hope you at least try to melt a stone that I might become then! Might... Maybe and Not!

Name with a Link.

Time sips a lot of feelings away. Seasons dry up the moisture from the ripe passion called life. Eventually what remains is a name on a popular social networking website that can be clicked to find updates. These updates arouse different set of feelings though. But that is initially... eventually everything is just news... or facts as I prefer to put it.

Just like all celebrities who put up their thoughts about happenings around, some facts come as just happenings. All you can do is say: 'Oh is that so'. Sometimes just a sigh... What causes this change? Why is it that Time changes everything? Something that was possibly very strong and intense just dries up... as Saltaire has said, "Time, that remorseless thief" (http://sharepoetry.com/poem/51254).

Eventually everyone carries on... Only Memories, Poetry and History remains... Time keeps on changing. And all we do is click the Name with a link, see the new friends, new photos, new flames, new status messages... and keep adding vacuum to the existing void. Plastering the wounds soon buries the feelings. Man is not just inventing robots, Man is becoming one! Tomorrow Robocop will feel more than what I do. Maybe...

Till then, let me explore if the autumn and the fallen leaves on the road make me feel poetic so that I can write at least 3 lines... The heat as it makes us yearn for cold water... makes me yearn for the cherished memories... Familiar smiles, Familiar feelings... Till then...