it’s strange that after
many years
you may end up with
the same people.

you may travel thousands of miles
and
read too many books
that are several hundred pages too long;

travel unacceptable distances
on your feet and
mind

only to finally to look up from your
sneakers
or an empty cup

to see
familiar 
eyes
staring
back

all these words
I’ve written
black on white
are nothing more
than 21 years
of ups and downs
and 26 letters
coiled into a mess
in my mind and then 
written down
black on white
while wishing
it will make sense
another 21 years
from now
when I am fighting
through some
ups and downs
and don’t know
what to do

I find freedom in backseats,
Driving in circles, in drugstores, 
In parking lots. We drink cheap 
Rum and smoke cheap cigarettes.
We are too young and we are
Going nowhere but with our
Eyes shut it sometimes feels
Like we can go anywhere.
I don’t know much about art or
Literature or films, I am not your
Sophisticated type. I watch silly
Movies about people I want to be
I read books that make me feel
Like I can be anything other than myself.
I listen to sad songs that remind me
Of people who left me behind.
I won’t be able to impress you with
Historical facts or figures. I can’t tell
Good jokes or recite any poetry.
I never pay attention in class
And I’m not all that clever so I 
Won’t expect you to like me much
Because most days I’m still
Trying to like myself but I’ll
Sit on your lap and let you
Tickle my spine and you’ll hold
Onto my thighs on those sharp corners.
I’ll roll the perfect spliff 
And I’ll pass it on and
Maybe I’ll grow up tomorrow.

Is it possible for two people to love the same song as much as the other one for/since the same amount of time so much so that its their ringtone and the song plays on loop in both their heads all the time and that its all they talk about to their friends when they dont even know whats going on with the other ones life?

It just happened. Its an eerie coincidence or what i dont know. Same song. I have been tweeting/listening/talking about it all the time, never to him though. And now this.

Btw, it was Clarity - Zedd ft foxes

We all drift through life, 
some clouds are big some clouds small,
some are bright and some are dark.
Very dark. 
They get blown about and they’re some times in huge bundles with other clouds,
but sometimes they’re isolated and alone,
and in the end it doesn’t even matter,
because they simply disappear,
and nobody misses them.

> Football
> Lord of the Rings
> Hobbits
> Calvin and Hobbes
> Supernatural
> Jensen Ackles
> Men with beards
> Tim Burton
> Smell of cigarettes
> Cigarettes
> Bikes
> Tight hugs
> Light eyed boys
> Red MnMs
> Marshal Mathers
> weed
> Good reads
> Batman
> Iron man
> Pink Floyd
> Tumblr
> Rustam
> Joyrides
> Beaches
> Movies
> Horses
> Swimming pools
> Heath Ledger
> Irish men
> Hot women
> Johnny Depp
> Old churches
> Tulips
> Colors
> Helena Bonham Carter
> Theater
> Doodling
> Anything blue
> water
> Gay men
> Rooney Mara

Though my feet be chained dreams will ever float free

Even tender sprouts break through the mighty earth

Hopeful hearts can hold no fear

Voices from their hearts is all they hear

How can you cage the morning rays?

How can you cage someone’s thoughts?

Just as soon the little birds grow wings

They will soar up high in the sky

Freedom, can never be asked for

Freedom can never be requested.

Freedom, seize it and live forever free.

Fly, soar high, the little bird has grown its wings already!

I don’t understand why Indian parents are so against smoking and drinking. Take my folks for instance, father doesn’t mind me taking a sip or two of his beer once a while or maybe every time. He doesn’t even mind if I drank a can of draught or came home drunk. He saw a cigarette pack in my bag once, he opened it looked in and kept it back. No questions asked. The mother is total opposite, I don’t understand her logic. She doesn’t like me taking a sip from papa’s drinks. When drinking with cousins and the family she says ‘’it’s not good to drink in front of the family, what will they think’’ and when drinking with friends at picnics and get-togethers she says “family ke saath thik hai, friends ke saath nahi pite”. Now what do get out of what she says? No, she doesn’t know I smoke and she won’t ever. She will freak out, throw a few vessels at me and maybe stop my pocket money.

Drinking till a point is still acceptable but smoking is not. Why? I was talking to the mother the other day, I told her “mother I wanna try smoking” she looked at me wide eyed, her jaw touched the floor, ekdam Looney Toons style and she said to me “fine. Do it and tell me how it was but it’s a bad habit.” I laughed and said “are you crazy? Me and smoking? No way! I can’t even stand that smell, I have bronchitis, you forgot kya?” and I knew hearing that she would relax. So yeah, that’s that. Smoking is a bad habit, I hear it all the time, mother says it, uncles say it but I see everybody, most people around me smoking but that’s not the question. The question is if it is a bad habit and we shouldn’t do it, then toh there are like 500 bad habit that we do in a day, so why not one more?

You get my point? As kids we are taught to say the 3 magical words. What are they? Hah! PLEASE, SORRY AND THANKYOU. And not using them in your daily conversations was rude and a bad habit. How many of us use them? “Ay, give that yaar” or “move aside” no please give it or please move aside. Nail biting is also a bad habit, but mother does it all the time. Leaving the table and not waiting for other to finish is a bad habit. Calling someone names is a bad habit. Mocking, making fun of people, picking your nose, quarrelling, putting your legs up on the seat, all these are bad habits but whenever we do them nobody stops us or points them to us. Burping and farting were bad habits too, but now we have who burps the loudest and who farts the smelliest competitions. But smoking is a bad habit.

I always say please, sorry and thank you, I wait for others to finish and then get up from the table, I don’t mock people or call them names, I don’t pick my nose or quarrel or fart in public. For all these ‘’good habits’’ that I do I can do a few bad ones too right? And smoking is my bad habit. I don’t care who says what or if I get caught and I’m in trouble or mother finds smokes in my bags or books…this is my bad habit and I will do it. So what if I have bronchitis? I do other things to curb it too.

So my dear mother and all you other parents, your kids will smoke, they will lie and they will have their bad habits, get used to it.