There lies a piece of my heart ..
So detached, no longer feels my part ..
Last few days before it falls apart ..
Help me world, I so need a fresh start.
And Bye Bye dear Sweet World .
Guess you have been so cold.
Leaving me alone ..feeling all tired and old ..
Telling me those stories which were better untold !
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Monday, March 23, 2009
There lies a piece of my heart ..
by Sour-ing Mercury at 6:25 AM
Friday, March 20, 2009
My mom might not have realized that I am taller than her. For her ... I am still that eleven year old who comes late from school .. dirty linen .. ready for another 30 minutes of verbal castigation ... till I bathe myself clean, my well oiled hair neatly combed to the right, with fresh knickers and shirt, with that real big face silently bowed down to the plate full of food and soon after without much play time, push myself to do that days homework. That was a torturous childhood .. but now .. I think I miss it all.
If four words defined my childhood , they would be .. hardwork, discipline, punctuality and godliness. Always denied that pleasure of food outside house, no mingling with 'bad company' and no drinking coffee. ( Wine was something given along with the holy eucharist ) .. Whiskey ? What is that ?
Now .. the orderliness has gone to the dogs .. the dogs are dead and the dead will never rise. ( Or maybe I hope they will resurrect themselves someday along with the dogs and I will clinch my order from the hungry dogs. )
by Sour-ing Mercury at 1:44 AM
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
"Put the black man in the white house"
Now thats what I call a racist campaign that actually works if you are Barak Obama.
I was going back to the research I was doing during the 2008 Elections ... And well ... now I think McCain would have done a better job. I think . Maybe Iam wrong .. maybe we are all wrong .
Maybe the Obama campaign was all a hoax. Maybe half of America just liked a $730 Million advertisement ! ( see the Obama campaign expenditure here )
Just to show you how tacky it was ... have a look at these pictures I got as an email fwd ... I would definitely vote for a really "hard working" "poor president" like him !
Yeah they were right ... A slim guy with a weird name ... Maybe he is just that.
Good luck Mr.President !
In Obama we (still ) trust !
by Sour-ing Mercury at 1:48 PM
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Every time you pass by that stair ..
The apple of my eye moves towards you like a revolving chair ..
And then, without consent, my heart goes to a silent little prayer
Wishing for an evening and a table that you and I could share ..
Waiting for my chance for letting you know how much I care.
Every night your memory lingers like that spilt perfume .
Then I dream all night of you and me - bride and groom.
Morning I dance alone and wait for you in my best costume.
Then I see you laughing past me with someone looking like John Hume.
And then I silently curse my fate and go to the smoking room.
In the ballroom, I watch you from a distance when you dance.
Waiting silently for you to throw a glance.
My heart prompts me to make that right advance ..
Foster my courage and walk up to you in a trance ..
And then .. Trip, fall and spill my drinks all over the expanse.
I know you still despise those lines I never told you ..
And the thought of having your name on me as a tattoo .
What I want from you , I confess, I have no clue ..
But when the time is ripe And the night is blue ..
All I want is to spend an evening with you before I say adieu.
by Sour-ing Mercury at 11:46 PM
Friday, March 13, 2009
He looked into the mirror and asked her,
Do you think we get uglier by the year ... or grow more beautiful ?
She : It all depends on the perspective.
He : You mean ... the angle of the mirror ?
She : No ... depends on who is looking at you.
by Sour-ing Mercury at 11:30 PM
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Today is holi .. something that doesnt mean a thing to me ... other than the random amusement provided by jobless hooligans ( who look like a cross breed of a peacock and a Hawaiian parakeet ) on fast bikes throwing balloons of colorful chemicals and painting mute animals pink, yellow and green .
After having thoroughly drenched every street go-er with their sadistic colors ( which would stay on them like blood on guilty mans hands ) ... they started painting the cows, dogs and cats with colors ! Out of these animals ... they made a holi cow, a dirty bitch and a pink pussy !!
by Sour-ing Mercury at 2:06 AM
Monday, March 09, 2009
Was sitting lazily on my lazy chair ... planning to be a little lazy for the rest of the day ... ( usually happens soon after I wake up and check my mails ... along with a dash of Dire Straits and a bad coffee ... and (if lucky) with the double sunny-side-up chick pre-embryo ...) and was thinking ... what was the coolest thing that I did in the last few weeks ... ?
Hmmm I should agree with my hypothalamus and the soft part of the cranium .. it was a tough job . To remember things is one thing ... and to find the coolest among those events .. aah even tougher ... Nevertheless ... I did manage to find one ... The simple act of waving my hands in acknowledgment and fighting my urge to go talk to someone whom I had the hots for ... yeah .. that was probably the coolest thing I did lately. ( Absolutely Looserly !)
by Sour-ing Mercury at 10:49 PM
Friday, March 06, 2009
Now I know why Salsa is the sexiest of all dances .... Phew !
You don't look at the foot or the trotting .... you hold your hands around carelessly yet giving her a sense of security ... and you look into the eyes .. measuring its depth with every passing glance ...
And like many things in life ... Salsa is about the journey ... not the destination .
Try with a dash of red wine ... ( or as they say ... little tequilla maybe ? )
by Sour-ing Mercury at 11:20 PM
Monday, March 02, 2009
Reading as a form of mental discipline .. is ( maybe ) the easiest way to self mutilation. There is this thin and hazy line that forms between what you are and what you want to be . ... I dont read much fiction ... I do love reading though ... I do love having books as company ... those lovely books to decorate my cupboards which helps me act scholarly ... those one-minute-books and those teach-yourself books. Face and soul savers.
I do remember meeting someone who was a book worm ( I hate this word ) . She did put me to shame with her unlimited usages of wonderful phrases which was amusing in the first-hear. I was ashamed being a fake.
by Sour-ing Mercury at 10:58 PM
"Florentino is so in love with Fermina that he eats gardenias and drinks cologne so that he can know her taste. He becomes drunk on the cologne, and his mother finds him the next morning, in a puddle of his vomit, in a cove of the bay where drowning victims are known to wash ashore" - Love in the time of Cholera