Too drunk To fuck!

Been listening to Nouvelle Vague lately.
Initiated Aman also into it.
Interesting music!

Right now...
I'm so tired...
Yeah yeah, who wants to know.
Then don't read!
*Highly Volatile*
*Inflammable*
but...I'm too drunk to fuck!

In that space
Where what I need most right now
What I wish for most right now
Is her!
She, who is amidst snow topped mountains
From where she can see zillions of stars
Where she can point out the milky way to me
Where a cat walks into a room and adopts her
And visits a temple of Maa Bhangayani
Where she walks downhill and I know her back hurts

Experiencing experiences
I can never be a part of
She's promised me the snow
And a hopeful snow fight!

I wish for her the most, right now!

Emotional Souffle

Oh come one!
You know exactly what I mean.
Don't you?
Creamy souffle...that just melts in your mouth
Always leaves you craving for more.
Chocolate always does it for me.
But here's a new kind of souffle...
Emotional Souffle...
Ingredients?
I'm not sure that is a good idea.
But maybe if you've understood
Every ingredient without a second read
then perhaps you've already tasted your Emotional Souffle!

Ingredients for Emotional Souffle
1 haywire relationship
1 partner of partner (current or ex)
1 broken heart over ex-affair
1 really interesting distraction(swaad anusaar)
A few shoulders to cry on
A few people to flirt with
An old flame that never dies to heat things up
Some rum on the rocks
Oodles of cigarettes
Dollops of chocolate! for icing

Beat'em all into one yummy batter.
Serve at room temperature.

You know what I mean?!
Enjoy!

Gypsie??!!

In kindergarden, we did this short muscial on Ole' king Cole...remember the rhyme?
"Old King cole was a merry old soul...a merry old soul was he...
He called for his pipe and he called for his drum
and called for his fiddlers three...yaddah yaddah...
Well this was some extended version.
with more than just fiddles and fiddlers.
It had gypsies in it!!
I was one of 'em.
In bright multi-coloured clothes and a yellow shiny head gear!
Mmmm...must've loved it then...I don't remember.

In college first year.
Maggie Tulliver wanted to be a gypsie.
She ran away from home to be one.
I wanted to be Maggie Tulliver.
Only later I realised she died a stupid death.
But the gypsie connection stayed!

For the past 6months,
September onwards!
I haven't been in one place long enough
to even unpack my bag properly.
Well 3 months in one city
Is a long time to unpack
but I didn't.
I'm on the run.
"I want to go wandering, wandering, wandering.
"I want to go wandering with a knapsack on my back...
Valerieeee....Valeraaaaaa...valerieeeeeeeeee...valera a a a a a ..."

It's time now to go home...
I'm coming back!
But i have no home!
My roots have given up on me...
Disowned me.
A friend said water lilies have floating roots.
I reconciled with that...
I float...
Yet I need to hit shore.
yet I need to float again.
Lets see how long this shore sustains me!
Wandering...Valerieeeeeee