.She cries all night.

Four point someone.

nobody@vox.com(Makyubex) — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 19:25:28 +0530

Not, am not square shaped. Am ...err..irregular shaped/human shaped.

It's me. It's about me.

No, am not another punk kid.
Neither a teen high on attitude.
Have been watching things sweetwalk through my life for a long time. Yeah, am waiting for a moment to break through.
Still waiting.

Am short. Am shot.

Shot with a thought.
Yeah, a concept is all you need to kill me. It's all you need to defeat me.
Catch it.

Two truths, is all I know.

point.one Good is only good until its good for you. So be good, dont always do good. Nothing can be too good. Heh. I can never handle all that goodness.

0.2 Uncertainty rules. Snap your fingers and poof goes life.

Dont know how to snap your finger? -Learn it-. Until then you can try blinking your eyelids as an alternative.

Finally.-get lost-.

I meant help me -get lost-. what did you think?
Heh.

Later..

PS:~~... perhaps if I had one fair chance I would have righted it all.~~

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Yes. I know. Persistence needs Assurance.

nobody@vox.com(Makyubex) — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 17:27:19 +0530

The speaking tree says this.

O you, the one blessed with the black heart. All your heartfelt wishes shall be granted. But granted they shall be, by the devil.
If you so wish for yourself, you shall be cursed.

Even today when I look back at times past, I always have tried so hard not to wish for anything, not to expect. It comes true always, but the devil gives nothing for free, sigh*

I try hard to suppress my wishes, my dreams. But sometimes, I am just not in time to ...
yes, I persist, persist I do. But..even
Persistence needs assurance.

An assurance of a tomorrow. No, I dont want it to be bright or cheerful. Just another day tomorrow. Another day to live and to wish for a day after.

And another day after, and another.
Until a certain fairy tale comes true.

Just until then.

Later..

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If only you knew..

nobody@vox.com(Makyubex) — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 14:20:35 +0530

Hmm, almost everyone loves window shopping. I am not everyone
There is always something that catches ones imagination.
Perhaps a long lost fantasy.
Perhaps a nightmare you wanted to relive.

________________________________________________________Whatever

Then we start saving for it. I am not we,
Finally we think we have enough to buy it. Think again.
Suddenly you find your fantasy is not for sale.
Your riches are useless. Reality hits you. Hard. Heh

Some days later you will realize. Realize it was never for sale. It never will be.
Your fantasy. Your imagination. Your nightmare. It was always yours.

______________________________________________________________ ~~If only you knew..~~

Later..

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Never got to see, you were right in front of me...

nobody@vox.com(Makyubex) — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 00:51:09 +0530

I watched, I waited.
You came, you waited.

I saw, you saw.

Saw everything, not each other.

Somehow, this was not meant to be, or was it?
Was I late or too early, the deed has been done. Maybe, something will be different the next time..or will it be the same as it always has been.

Later..

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Ano...Uta.. __________[That...song]

nobody@vox.com(Makyubex) — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 23:54:48 +0530

2240

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2248

Eight minutes have passed and I am yet to start thinking. Excavate some part of myself, some darn memory, some weird thought about which you wont ever give a damn and type it.
And read it myself, maybe some days later.

Water

Cuts from Makubex

Sometimes I ask myself. Why?
At other times, you ask me. Why?

Never mind.

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There is this song playing in my head. Someone put it on an infinite loop. Who?

It is playing, And it is playing with me. It's burning into my head like a mole trying to dig a hole. It seeks shelter in my head. Why?

I, dont want to know. Sometimes, no..not sometimes. All the time someone wants me to protect them. Like I am some super being. I am...not. There are pieces here and pieces there. Pieces of me...I have yet to collect them. And ..

____...~~No, I wont put them back~~

Not this time.

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A chilling draft steals into the room, Suddenly the crickets fall silent. I can hear the snore of some content soul. A reverbating sonata of silence.

An amusing incident flashes through my head, I manage a smile. I look into the mirror. A ghost.

The smile dies. I will too. Although not soon enough.

I breathe in the chill. It burns the throat, clams up the lungs, but it calms me. As always.

I breathe in again. And yet again. Finally I breathe out.

_____________________...~~Sigh~~

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Just don't.
Let me flee, this once

~~I pray~~.

Later.. ano utaga daisuki

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