Lucked!

We make rules.
We break them to make new rules.

The stupid ones sometimes from brilliantly moronic spark of some lateral foolish thinking, try to negotiate breaking a rule to try breaking a bone.

The stupid ones like me.

Guess, I was lucky this time.

Wistful Fistful

Movies can never make me cry. Of course, they can touch me, they can move me.
But they can never move me to tears.

But sometimes, the silliest of things spoken in the silliest of ways can. Though, it never originally intended to poke me at certain paincell, I can go awkwardly sentimental.
Nothing like emotional frenzy, but almost contouring it.

I maybe whackoier than I think.
Much more, maybe much much more ...

A fistful of sad hope.

Nothing Something Everything

Forgot about this yesterday. Slept with SSD text in hand.

Now, I'm taking a break from taking breaks. From poring my neck over the drab text.
Where did I get this obnoxious optimism from?

Onnum ariyillenkilum ...

Have to wait and see, if my skills at making up things work this time around.
Hiding absolute Nothing within seemingly Everything.

The breakfast was sort of heavy, and I'm sort of drowsy.

The Exam and Me are just a few hours apart.

spit spat shit shat

 

Some of the thoughts that passed my mind, when I started this blog was,
'Should I resist my 'serious' posts to my other blog?'
Then, I thought it over! I just will put down my thoughts, as and when they occur to me.
No rewriting or revising. Just thoughts first hand!
Just the mind, locked in a sort of creative spiritual shitting.

Risking so many things, I pour my heart out.
This is my Dark Alley.
There's no guarantee Things I do here aren't Gross - capital G'd.

I'd keep changing writing styles, ...how I connect my thoughts, and how much my thoughts would connect with yours. So, you can read my blog or not.
I'm Not At Your Mercy. I don't care, if I'm not a read blogger.

Maybe, here I write, as a communication with the self.
Losing yourself within yourself.
Maybe, it's me, doing my share ghostly talks.

Defining me may take volumes of books and my life may still be less documented and more lacking in what goes in my head. Rest assured, I'd not like something I write looking like a technical manual unless, I'm working and I'm working as a Technical Writer of some kind.

...More than ever, for a while now, I've been feeling the urge to write.
And, writing I need to.

Exams 'morrow ...

Yeah, got one tomorrow too. But, don't know (don't know what?) ... and, I'm sitting here, listening to an old Baburaj song. It plays on.

Some of you might me wondering, what's with this guy? He's got numerous other blogs, but still another? It's just that I'm so much fascinated by this name, 'monsoonr'.
And, I'm in writingmood. The song plays on. So -

Bro, and Dad are home. Dad, "Enthonnnu ithu? ... Oru pushpam maathram?"
I change the song.

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