“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.” –Alberto Manguel

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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Losing To You

“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.” –J M Barrie

You’re a thought crept in insomnia;
a deep breath of despair,
I always fail not to think of you;
no matter how much I dare.

You’re a joy within;
an ache deep inside,
a scar peeking through the past;
no matter how much I try to hide.

All these thoughts make me feel so blue;
and I’ll always be losing to you.

You’re a dream lost in tears;
strong wish on a shooting star,
someone’s so called world;
out of reach, so far.

You’re a perfume that lingers;
a song that conquers my heart,
an unsolved mystery;
I gotta solve from the start.

All these thoughts make me feel so blue;
and I’ll always be losing to you.

~Shreya ♥

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Monday, July 29, 2013

God Must Be Drunk

Hey.. Peeps.. :) I just wonder almost all the time, what makes people think that I can be fooled. No I agree with the fact that I may resemble with one but ‘am actually not. Why do they waste time, trying all over again? The current expressions I am wearing are the same that comes up when you pout your lips raising your eye-brows and shrugging some shit off.

I just have a deep feeling inside that the God must be drunk when he took some of the decisions for me, yeah I really feel that way –‘cause I don’t find few things that was supposed to be done in my favor and I guess I am not supposed to ask “why”. I have arguments with God and that happens when I expect different results but He plans something else to do. He cannot be right all the time, could He? Nah!

I know, God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things (as said by Harry Emerson Fosdick) but He never fails to wonder me why. I am okay with what He plans to choose for me, but He is supposed to gimme a reason and I won’t question. I know the way He answers and I really don’t like that. It pretty makes me confuse most of the times.

Asking something from God is as same as asking for appraisals, you propose and they refuse with “N” reasons. Can’t get this concept, like unproved theorem –nobody believes me. Anyways, hoping things to get right in place, duh.. I always do that, doesn't seem to help. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. wait, did I mention “GOD”.. Anyways, got this quote on Goodreads: “He -and if there is a God, I am convinced he is a he, because no woman could or would ever fuck things up this badly.”  -George Carlin

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Augmented Vacuum

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Sometimes you miss someone so much that you forget you are better without them. –Marilyn Monroe, if I gotta answer where the hell all of my time goes, I will reply: in thinking. I donno what’s wrong with me, I mean how can someone spend so much time over thinking? If mathematical expression for mood swing has to be done, then the status will be constant but the degree will vary and the value of thinking involved can’t be negligible. Whoa! Well, that sounds like some weirdo expression, ain’t it? *Shrugs*

And while killing time this weekend, I came across this quote on Goodreads:  “He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.” –Denise Hunter and I kinda love these lines and added to my favorite quotes that sums up to be 480 plus.

No, am okay –yea I really am. Wait; does that make you think I miss something or someone? If yes, then you are partially right. I kinda miss myself, like I was couple of weeks back. What has happened to me? –is what you are trying to ask with those expressions? Well, nothing. I was reading about missing and thought to write about it. No, don’t dare to ask –what makes me read about missing?

To add something new, I caught up with cough and it sucks –really bad. It has ruined my weekend. And here it comes: Aakchhooo! Since morning I have been lying in bed, trying to sleep, read some good stuff, write something but actually nothing is happening. Okay, can anyone temme what does Selena Gomez’s kinda new single Come & Get It, Na Na Na.. mean? Gah! Well I am in love with Jason Derulo’s latest The Other Side, it is my ringtone and set on loop.. ♫ ♪ \m/ Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Fleeting Thoughts

Hey.. Peeps.. :) So most of you must be wondering where the hell I was, where are my blog posts? Well, I dunno but out of the blues it happens –you really wanna write much, say much but words limit you –writer’s block, probably. All I can sum up is am just so much pissed off, the way things are going on.
I can portray myself as Sumire of Sputnik Sweetheart –who wanted to write a novel but couldn't even write a chapter. I didn't go to office today, and that’s how I got time to think –of the things I really want, things I don’t want and what the hell ‘am up to. And I came to the conclusion that ‘am just beating about the bush, doing so much –except doing all that I ever wanted. Doesn't that sound stupid? –I know, all of you must be nodding vertically.

I personally believe, if you like what you do –you are the happiest person. The day you lose interest, is the day you become slave –you push yourself to get your work done, half-heartedly and that’s pretty weird. I've become an electron in the outer-most shell –alone. The more you get involved with work, the more you get disconnected with your friends –um.. that can be a pretty weird excuse but, that’s how it is.

Am homesick, no am not going home. These days I've been in an on-off kinda relationship with God, and this time I really wanna fight with Him, for couple of things. I just don’t get the concept; He works on –pretty wonders me, all the time. Gah! Right now, I am craving for brownies though am having wisdom tooth. Listening to comfortably numb by Pink Floyd.. ♫ ♪ \m/ Hoping this week to be a good one. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

In Pursuit Of Time

Hey.. Peeps.. :) No matter how much you grow up, when you see a bubble wrap you just can’t resist –no matter how much busy you are. We get busy in urban lifestyle; struggle to make out time for additional things. Life offers same amount of time to all, need to prioritize things.

Usually what we do and what we wish to do are different things, lucky are those who do what they actually want to do. We do things and then plan to do things we really wanna do. This sub-category of doing things is what makes us longing for what we wanna do, sounds confusing? Okay try reading it again, LOL!

Almost every day I sleep with a thought, tomorrow I will do at least one thing that will make me feel like: yes! That’s what I wanted. Some days are in our favor and some we gotta make in our favor. I have always been involved in meeting up with people, and I know a vast range of people and it never fails to wonder me. Time, being so powerful keeps me controlled and maybe that’s why I don’t do thing I plan –I know losers always have excuses, and I hate excuses.

When I asked in couple of interviews what’s your hobby? I usually get replies like: sleeping, chatting. Well that’s hobby? –and I shrug. I have a list of things actually, when it comes to hobby and that makes me wonder how people don’t have hobby. What they do of the time? What will I do if I’ll get time? –Um, well my to-do list is always ready and it grows almost every day.

I am usually so much busy, as always –so much that my walk has been turned into run. I eat while finishing off something. I finish reading novels on my way to office. Sometimes I assume things. How I make out time? –I replace things, manage with other stuffs. I think before going to sleep, a recap of whole day. Do I really need to cut off things that occupy my time? I guess yes, I gotta do that. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Saturday, July 13, 2013


“When love is not madness it is not love.” ―Pedro Calderón de la Barca

You make my heart skip a beat;
when I look into your brown eyes,
am sure you have no idea but;
boy, you give me butterflies.

You kill me every time you smile;
make me long for you,
wonder what’s there in your heart;
don’t you feel the way I do?

I am lost, clueless what to do;
and all over my heart you rule,
I wish it could be a dream;
‘cause you don’t give a damn, so cruel.

The smell of your perfume lingers;
and in your arms I wanna die,
every time I hear your voice;
I can hear myself sigh.

You make me feel all numb;
leaving me feel nothing at all,
don’t know what’s so special ‘bout you;
every time that makes me fall.

I am lost, clueless what to do;
and all over my heart you rule,
I wish it could be a dream;
‘cause you make me dreaming like a fool.

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Just A Fleeting Thought

Thursday, July 11, 2013

All Your Lies

You swore you’re not lying;
expected me to believe you,
and every time I tried;
you made it so hard to do.

Like a house of cards;
my world just fell apart,
you continue to be the same;
and I gotta go back to the start.

All your lies; I built my world on,
yeah I was so stupid, so wrong;
Still wonder; if the time has gone,
So am writing you this last song.

You claim that you love me;
and I know this ain’t true,
and every time you say;
I feel you are not the one I knew.

You sold all your promises;
we ain’t friends anymore,
said you’re sorry in the middle of night;
but I know you’re not so sure.

All your lies; I built my world on,
yeah I was so stupid, so wrong;
Still wonder; if the time has gone,
So am writing you this last song.

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Written In Insomnia

Saturday, July 6, 2013


You walked into my world bare feet;
don’t know when you knocked my door,
and out of the blues I've realized that;
it’s you who has occupied my core.

How did you reach there?
I wonder when you got the keys;
to unlock my heart, and mess it all,
making me go down by my knees.

You’re master in stealing hearts;
leaving the owner clueless,
of when you swept it away;
no sign behind, no guess.

Since you've got two now;
must be on cloud nine,
the one, which you own and;
another you've stolen mine.

You've done an unfair deal;
I could actually sue you,
but am not gonna do that;
I gotta wait, remarking it as due.

Expecting you to return one;
and badly longing for caress,
sometimes I wonder how;
I can be so clueless.

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Written In Insomnia