O Maa.

I haven't written in quite a while now. I often wonder that if I just stop writing for a while, like quite a while, whether I'd have it within me to start all over again. You put a little bit of yourself into everything you write na... even if it is seemingly unrelated to anything that you have known or experienced. Maybe you don't even want to. But at some gandu-type subconscious level you do. Its not a measure of whether you're a terrifically bad writer or even a terribly good one. I can hear this huge booming Morgan-Freeman-type-voice in my head going, "One of the great Unsolved Mysteries of the Universe" as I write this down. Gandu voice kothakar. When you write anything, even DDMP, its like a tiny little fracture crystallised in time forever. The next attempt at writing is nothing more than adding a faded layer of cement to the fracture. Which is why when you abruptly stop you're scared whether you shall ever find it again. I'm listening to Golden Floor obsessively. Gary Lightbody just sounds like an orgasm sometimes. One you'd like to experience again and again. Definitely not a Tiny Little Fracture.

Tell me that you want to dance
I want to feel your pulse on mine
Just treat me like a stolen glance
To yourself
A dark shape on a golden floor
A sleeping planet with a molten core
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more
I'm a peasant in your princess arms
Penniless with only charm
As we're leveled by the low, hot lights
And disarmed

I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine

I'm folded in the bread you made
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days

I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine

You. Dont you dare say anything about this one. Majhe Majhe hoye jaye.