Tag: selfnotes

Know me, yet?

I don’t like to be figured out. What’s the point then. I’ll be like any other woman walking down the street.

I’m not mundane. I’m not what you will ever be able to define.

And, I’m definitely not you will be able to hold.

I’m a torrent of wave that would sweep you off the shore and reshape your world.

Nameless Desires

My heart wanders on nameless streets knocking at nameless doors for no reasons at all…

May be, somewhere a door will open and let me in. Would there be a place where my heart will feel like home once again…

For once, I wish to close my eyes and relax.

Put my mind to rest.

Those nameless desires.

That’s Me Being Me

What I speak, in mirth or distress, it’s all the same, depends what ears you have on.

I’m crazy…ain’t I?

I’m insane…I’m not

I’m bold…I’m not

I’m an extrovert… I’m not

I’m an introvert… now, that I can’t even dispute

I’m playful…figure it out

I’m serious… who’s going to argue back? Me? You? Who?

Insomniac, unpredictable, wild, dreamer, scribbler

I need something to intoxicate me, something much more feral then the passion my heart holds

You fired my imagination, you walked into the tavern of my senses

You live within me, untouched

You dance within me, unperturbed

You are one with my essence

You are the music that flows within my body and soul – in the very fiber of my being


Memory is a fragile thing. Memories – a tenuous affair

You want to hold it close and sheltered within the walls of that skeletal structure looming over your shoulders.

You do too. Voluntary, involuntary.

But, then it has its own way of escaping, it slips out of the bounds and becomes the gentle air, floats around you, engulfs you. It’s like that wine, matured over the years, reeling your senses into the realm where unreal is more real.

Do you want to lose yourself? Do you even have a choice?