.

I hang on to my stupid phone so tight.

Its my only you, right with me, all the time. You make it pure.

Its really crazy but, I love the distance between us, baby.

We've grown so tight, that its a pity there's no more challenge to face.

We did it, the first time.

We won it, long back.

This is it.

You and me.

I'll always have you, forever. I love you very much.

I wish I could give you the world.

But all I can, kiss the phone enough to make you miss me even more.

I believe in you.

You're so, pure, so godlike, so , so THERE, its unbelievable.

I hang on to you.

I really love you very much, and I shout everytime.

I always cry, when you don't think I am.

I love you, Arshiya.

the original whatever.

i write the same, i realise.

Yawn.

the font, the style, the correct grammar, nt lyk dis.

sad.

oh, they didnt red-underline 'dis'.

And dis too.

Okay, weird.

I sound like Deeganto.

No no, I don't want that.

No stray praying mantis here, people, or tai chi, or kung fu.

WHAT?! I liked Drillbit Taylor!

Been listening to this Maurice Williams song on end.

The first time I heard the name Maurice was in a Tintin. reminds me of a dairy.

Yeah.

What?! I'm entitled to say anything.

Oh and, for anyone, who thinks a chocolate - chocolate combo CANNOT suck, try M&Ms and Hershey's.

Thats, saag.

I want to write dark stuff tooo! About castles, purple moors, treetops, forest canopy, Akon!

PSP Go has one preloaded game, a weird one called Patapon.

Sheesh.

Manchester won again.

Its just, ugly.

i'm bored.

i don't even deserve a blog.

go read someone else's.

this is crap.

balderdash.

kwaight, but not kwaight.

lets just say that what i do think of sometimes, when my brain's buffeting, is too complicated, weird to write here, I swear.

This is bad.

Arshiya's blog is GOOD.

It's dinner.

Au revoir!

Or, as Aditya put it, Bonjour! =))

PAA! HAHA!

Longings.

All I do is kiss you, through the bars of a rhyme.

I'd do the stars with you any time.

x.

What's in the linger of a cold whisper, that' so soothing? That's, somehow, a melting point for your senses?

The power of the guitar, that can kill you in an instant?

That can make you CRY, literally, CRY?!

What's in a word, sometimes, that can totally change how you feel about another person?

Even a gesture?

How is it, that people who were destined to be together, do, LUCKILY, end up that way?

How is it so beautiful?

How are you so beautiful?

What's in a book, that can so totally make you obsess over it?

What's in a habit, that has the power to soothe you?

What's in that sudden adrenaline rush, that makes you feel like another person?

In that state of induced happiness, that makes you feel lightheaded, and above everyone?

What's in that person's mind, who chooses to commit suicide?

Can you ever judge someone like that?

That feeling of helplessness, when you realize power is beyond you.

Does it scare you?

To be insignificant?

To be not remembered?

To die alone?

I wonder why old, sick, and cold, are synonymous when it comes to death?

Can't a person feel happy, alone?

Are we that dependent?

Why do we allow someone in when we know its not gonna remain?

But then, sometimes, it stays.

What's so beautiful about a heartbreak, and the sunshine after?

And the decadence that follows?

Why is it that, just before someone, anyone, dies, there is a brief moment, when the person can be saved, and we lose it?

And it haunts?

Isn't that why we cry.

Why is that night so shallow?

When you feel one with the hereafter?

Is it easy enough, then? To let go?

Is living harder?

All I know is, I want you here with me, coz love is all we need.

You and me babe, how about it?

One, Twenty One Guns, Aimed At My Heart.

I could tell you how you make me feel.

I could tell you the EXACT feeling I get, starstruck, thunderstruck, when I think of yr eyes.

Of how you explode into my thoughts with all those colors.

Of how yr photos actually move for me, how I have that squirmy feeling deep in me when I see yr smile.

Of what it does to me.

Of how you make me feel when you breathe, when you 'Mmmm' at me.

When you take my name, even when you take yr own name?

When yr annoyed with me, but will still not hurt me?

Of how yr always looking out for me?

How you make me feel unreal, how I want to close my eyes, when we talk.

You make me feel peaceful.

You don't know how special you really are.

And I don't feel bad writing cliche-s here, coz what I feel for you is pure.

And I do love you.

And that's just how it is.

Like I said, only I can see yr wings.

Pink and silver, shine on, you crazy diamond.

I'm a sucker for you, and only you know me, every part of me, and my soul.

The euphoric feeling that I have whenever you do ANYTHING for me, is also done to me.

(Yeah well, I know only you'll understand this.xD)

I can close my eyes in peace when I think of you.

I can dance, lying on the bed, when I think of you, when the song is playing.

(I go CRAAA-AAAAAZY!)

You don't know how much I need you, how much I don't need everything that's around me.

How much it would mean to me if you said it again.

I love you, Sarvar.

But then, I wouldn't tell you anything at all.

I love you Arshiya.

You're the deadliest game ever, and you're making me pay.

And I love it.

When The Music's Over.

Even I would expect me to write after all that's happened today.

Smoking alone is not advisable, it kills. R E A L L Y.

I don't know how you do it girl.

And no matter how much time you spend in the shower, some stuff can't be cleansed.

The feeling stays that way.

The lead in the pit of yr stomach, the unbarfed codswallop, if you will.

Sometimes, just sometimes, YOU won't be there to help.

Just sometimes, I'll be alone out there, unprotected.

Behaving like an adult.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

Maybe that's why I'm so into you. Protective charms, summon darkness around me, sooner or later.

How do I explain to thee, that you ARE the beacon.

That you are happiness.

I never expected me to talk like this, but somehow, guilt has started engulfing.

I could make it all right, but maybe I'm a coward.

And I don't have time, either.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

Believe me, staring in the light, isn't all that easy.

I.Die.Everytime.

And it's all my fault.

Maybe that's the thing, I have no one to blame.

I wish we could do this again.

Living two lives isn't ALL that nice, I wish you were here.

The phone is not my best friend anymore.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

A little bit of hell this time.

I experienced pain today, I never knew I could hold such amounts of grief, guilt, and all that, in me.

But I don't wanna be that deep. I've got some friends inside, but that doesn't solace me, AT ALL.

Why, though?

Maybe I AM a loner, maybe yr breaking through that.

Maybe I'm scared, Maybe I'm content.

But then, maybe darker things approach.

Can't wait for dawn?

Neither can I.

I've seen it, and it's scary.

But that's okay.

But that's okay.

|Wind me up, put me down, start me up, and watch me go.|

x.

The darkest hour doesn't come in the night.

I bow down to life.

I love you so much.

Thankyou.

Thank you.

The Big Red Tree

I've let myself listen to Pink Floyd again, and now I'm in this weird mood ALL over again.

Doesnt that happen with you people?

There's just something that, Idk, doesn't leap at you, makes you listen to it at the back of your mind, where its gna affect the longest.

When you dodn't even get why you're actually listening to PF in the first place.

It's dark music, my friend.

You know what else is dark, The Sound Of Silence.

It's like Simon and Grafunkel dare you to not fall in love with the urban-metropolitan-dark-alleyway-long-cloaked-everyone's-a-stranger thing.

I love it, anyway.

'The words of the prophet are written on the subway walls.'

This line KILLS.

Also, Strange Love, by Koop.

That song actaully scared me the first time.

The emotion runs through you, you can actually feel the strength, and the gentle harshness of the song. The posing threat, idk.

It's dark music.

Something that'll depress you immensely, and make you actually believe.

I can't write.

Come away, come away, if yr going.

My love! My life! YOU!

Sarvar!

You hate me right now because I'm not replying but I realised that I just HAD to tell you how awesome you are!

I love you oh-so-much! What would I SERIOUSLY do without you?! How would I sail through my event less life without your presence?

I just love you so much. SO SO SO much. I GLOAT over our bonding. I feel so happy when I CLAIM that you're mine. Your voice takes me to another level of happiness. I love you without an iota of doubt. I love you more than I've loved ANYONE else. I love you with EVERY fibre of my being.

You're the serenity WITHIN me.

Even when I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to myself about you.

I wake up every morning to your 'Baby!xDDD' text and do a little pirouette in the bed itself!

You're the bestest person ever, baby!

Really.

You're my silver lining. I laugh at all our jokes even after we're done talking.

Your voice echoes in my heart and your words pierce through my soul.

My heart feels like a feather upon wind when you tell me how you feel.

I feel so blessed to have you, baby. Really.

I will do everything I can, to make YOU feel as good as you make me feel.

I love you, Sarvar.

-Arshiya.

No, not Acacia.