aditi-sharma
Indian
An over-thinking head, average height,Indian features.People often say I look lost.Or I would like to say I have a lost look on my face*. / Anyhow, I am an impulsive writer but I enjoy doing this once in a while.Liberal thoughts, yoga mats and coffee mix well with me. / Ciao !
When people bound you down,
when things look dull,
when your face is devoid of laughter,
kick some ***
dance your *** off.
dance and sing..
sing and dance your soul out..
dance like it is your life..
dance like your soul is hooked to it..
**
when people tell you
that it can't be done..
show them the finger and
tell them they you can kick some ***
may be you ill fail..
may be you will fall..
but tthat moment when you kick
the society in the face...
that's the moment...
Listen to music this world has given to you..
Listen to the energy inside you.
Listen to what it is saying..
listen to Queen..
listen to Beethoven..
listen to Macklemore...
inspire yourself..
inspire from the creative energy
creative energy of these creative souls..
kick some ***
Seriously.
Nobody has the power to bring you down.
Nobody.Nothing.Not even time.
Not even God.
Not your parents..
Not the ******* society..
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
I like to sit cross-legged.
and what I love to do more is to sit with a back-rest,
like a gypsy woman.
*What I don't like is the sudden hormonal rush to the head
on the road, while simply walking.*
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
However, we chat.
High we were.
But talks were on every topic,
every article, detailed.
In endless fundas,
these luchas,
****** up concepts,
made up basics,
domestic things are tough for them,
ha! I see
being a girl has its natural instincts,
miss allen'ahoy!
listening to bolly-jazz,
beautiful sultry sounds,
laughter and peels of it,
spread all around,
mister. grungy shorts!
licking his whiskers,
meow! grr!
moew!grr!
Mr.dannish charmboy!
His orange T-shirt,
he is happy,
nice hair-cut,boy!
serves my fantasies well.
Tonight is going to be a night huh!
Kisses
<3
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
No! I aint going back.
I aint wishing to go back!
Back again to the same old routine.
The same insecure questions.
hanging in the air, behind your back.
When I hug you,they appear.
They stare at me and laugh at my miserable state.
My mind is playing games with me
and I have lost,badly.
Binge eating.Binge drinking.
Unconsciously.
Consciously.
Making yourself believe in the false
perception.
A rainbow,made of candy sprinkles and marsh mellows.
Sweet weddings and cuddly children.
But life has to be an un-idealistic *****
A sweet thing endowed on us.
A sweet candy handed to us by the shopkeeper.
a kind in kind that he gives to get away
from guilt and monotony.
A smile makes his day.
A penny gone though.
***
I aint going back.
To the TV watching.
to the hogging
and to the lousy cold **********
I aint going back to conversations that bear no fruit.
Conversations filled with hormonal rushes,
head rushes,motherly and fatherly feelings,
orderly arguments.
Angered moments,
angered and tempered to them limit.
fists, bumps,scratches.
Love drowned down with beer
smoked away in a puff.
I don't want to go back!
No way! No sir.
I would rather wait for the bus.
May be walk for miles myself.
I like to walk anyways.
***
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
******
A foggy head is a dangerous situation.
Can't think.
Always over-think.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But, the tunnel is long.
Or it seems so to me.
Old friends seem old.
New ones too cynical.
Some groups are too loud.
No minute to despair.
Swear,swear and get back to work!
Some groups are too idealistic.
Salaries,profiles,de-profiled and
other depositions are discussed.
I watch them like a TVC,
Mindless yet grasping words.
Minimum to maximum.
Ina flushing of hormones.
Some women I meet ,
they complain about laying low.
Office politics, national politics,
play Tom and Jerry Show.
Each chasing each other.
Stuck in a vicious circle.
Egg rolls have been had,
and I am feeling a wee bit better.
But the vinegar-onion,
does nothing to my sketchy mind.
Its still foggy.
But I am patient.
I shall be calm.
Just like my love Siva.
Shall I be the quiet and the dangerous.
Or shall I be the butterfly to sit on your nose.
And kiss you silently.
I shall wait and give the fog some time.
I shall stand strong..
A foggy mind shall pass.
******
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
--- <3 ---
My heart is a litmus paper.
A red.
Sometime s a blue.
An unusual gray sometimes.
Just for the cheer.
Acidic wit comes to rescue.
My heart is a litmus paper.
--- <3 ---
My heart is a litmus paper.
It cries for love.
It caresses the hate.
Its my soul pumping life to my body.
A red, sometimes.
Sometimes, a blue.
--- <3 ---
My heart is a litmus paper.
Take it , or leave it.
The conclusion is in your hands.
Yes! Right there.
Be it or believe it.
My heart is a litmus paper.
--- <3 ---
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
*(Staring blankly at the keyboard)
Type ! Type ! Type you *****
Spill it out.
Really , a lazy *** I am.
Challenges to conquer.
Roads to be walked,
and I find myself alone.
People and their prejudices.
People with their emotions and
mannerisms.
People with a lousy will.
Surround me.
I am tensed,
yet I look them in the eye.
The confidence of my youth fills
my head with a jelly.
I feel like a reed in the wind.
Swaying harshly,yet standing.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC