The Ladybird.

He crawled along the window ledge,
And scuttled on those little legs,
Those tiny appendages;he stopped.
To look at the world,he stopped.
Wiggled his bottom,and paused to wedge
Himself,in the cracked corner of my window.
He twitched his antennae once,then
Twice;he twitched them in greeting.
And I too,waved my hand and
Smiled,waiting for him to show
Me;what he would do next.
Those beady black eyes of his,
That stared unflinchingly,
At nothing.He was safe in his makeshift home.
Suddenly;he squirmed,and came to sit on top of my text.
I laughed at his audacity,
That tiny dot,no bigger than
The letters on my page.What bravery!
What courage!He was definitely different;
Or maybe just stupid.I felt a flash of pity.
Nobody stops to look at this tiny creature,
Nobody pays him any attention,no.
I decided that I would protect this bug.
He was mine,this pretty work of nature.
Just then,(oh,curse my luck.)
A gust of wind blew.
And away he flew,

Away.

Everybody's got a dark side.

I don't like falling in love.It brings despair.

I don't like being desperate.I don't like losing someone.I don't like to think that I've failed.

But,I have.

Yes,these are my birds. :)

Like one of the cutest pictures I had,it's like,been ages.Dunno where I dug this out from,but yeah.It's cute. :P

Long time no see.

I really,really feel like,y'know,falling for somebody.Just like that.

Oh,and the 'staring game' with my neighbor.It's still on. :P

Just that he's got an incredibly weird last name (from my P.O.V),and I've got an incredibly weird first name (from his P.O.V)
Weiiiird.
But,on the plus side,he's cute.Oh,damn it,I'll never get the courage to talk to him.I've considered crazy ideas like flashing a sign with my number in it,or stuff like "hey!You're cute."


And I just discovered Pierre Khoury is one year younger to me.
*fangirl squeal* eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Okay,I'm hyperventilating.BUT HE IS JUST SO CUTE. >.<

And then when they eliminated Pierre I was like

That face of his,that sad,sad face. Oh god.

But then again,I was like,happy for Isabella,because I don't really like Jack all that much.



And during that episode where Sofia and Cassidy cooked Madras curry for the Sydney Swans I was totally like "Indian food FTW!!!YEAHH!!!"


And then I realised I was having something that looked like this.


MFW food is shown on MasterChef and I'm eating some random crap.


GOSH HE'S JUST TOO CUTE.
























.......I think it would be safe to assume that I'm sprawled out on the floor with a nosebleed.


Tomboy out.

Call,me maybe? LOL no.

So,I've been wondering.What is this Love? Shakespeare keeps ranting about it in a way that's honestly overkill,trust me.

Love this,love that,endless love. [GOD WHATDIDIJUSTREADFUUUUU!!!!]

And then we're like "B---h please,this is the 21st century".Love like that doesn't exist anymore.And even if it does,we don't like.Period.

Although I would say that this,is heights of desperation.I would never,EVER,imagine myself doing this.Screw poetic license,this video is crap.This is not love.This is a woman who's hormonal.



Although THIS,made me crack up. xD

Well,there was a time when I was all gooey and mushy and head over heels for a guy.But then,we both moved on.

Fun,well you can take it to a point,but after that it gets boring.I never really tried falling in love after that.Maybe I want to,but.Who knows. :)

Maybe I'll find someone.

Maybe.

Now it's this word maybe that's starting to become overkill. :P

:]

For a creative writer possession of the "truth" is less important than emotional sincerity.


-George Orwell

Another meaningless poem.

Let's stop,and sit for a while.
On that dilapidated park bench,
Let's look at the lonely cherry blossoms,drifting apart.
Let's blink,and stare at each other,
Laugh like crazy,and pretend to be French.

Let's share this loneliness,
And feel the feathers brush past us.
Let's disappear into the night sky,
And play tag with the stars.
Let's party all night,'cause we be famous.

Let's take a bunch of pencils,
And scribble to our heart's content.
On this white paper,that's our life.
Let's draw pictures,of meaningless feelings,
Jump into someone's life,and leave a noticeable dent.

Just you and me.
Just me and you.
Together.
Forever? Do you want to?
Maybe you do.


Maybe.

Le Derping.Again.

Okay this one is hilarious xD

So pretty. :3

Pretty.

Okay,so...BEST.DAY.EVER.

Yeah,so I FINALLY watched Avengers.All these jokes circulating on Facebook and Tumblr,and all I could do was say "huh?"

Hahahaha I'm so in love with Iron Man.A.k.a Tony Stark.

I met up with two people I know,from Le Awesome anime club,and one of them is like this brilliant artist.

I'M A HUGE FAN.HUUUUUUUGE FAN.

We were like,hanging around the mall that's closest to my house,and we went to get some ice-cream,and it turns out,that we both (ArtistGuy and me)chose the same flavor,[Blackcurrant] {'Cause there was no chocolate,so I chose blackcurrant.}

.....That was surprising.I didn't expect that. ^

So we were like,talking about general stuff,and the crazy fun that happened in yesterday's meet.It was fuuuunn.I hope I can do something like this again,some other time.

'Till then,ja ne~

I love doing this! :3

Newsflash.

Today I got trapped.In a curtain.

I was going to feed my birds,or probably just stare at them 'till they got freaked out and started screaming,but then this dreadfully strong wind blew me totally off-course.Like this REALLY REALLY strong wind.I kinda stumbled back,and then the darn curtain decided to be the hero and save the damsel in distress [I don't even know what I'm saying LOL]

And I got stuck.I was flapping my arms like a duck and I just got stuck even more. [thank God no one saw]

God,I looked like such an idiot.Hopefully my neighbors didn't see.

Holidays.

Ahh.At last! It's finally the summer holidays.

We had less than 2 weeks of classes,though.Classes. (Read:idly doodling in my copy.)

SO now I can cuddle close to my pillow and sleep. =3

Although my dreams,are somewhat like this. o.O

But good thing I have my cuddly plushies to keep me company.

School's kinda boring anyway.I mean,I sit in the last bench(you know what that implies) [Nothing wrong,though.What were you thinking there,eh? :p]But.You never know.

ಠ◡ಠ

So,well,some classes are a drag.Like the English class,for example.The teacher keeps picking on me.Like the other day,I was just minding my own business and writing notes.MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS,I tell you.

Suddenly,the teacher decides that I'm the stupidest one in class,and says,I quote,"Yes dear,I know you can't understand anything,but read it slowly when you'll get home,I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

I was like "wut."

=.=

On an entirely different note,we have so much of homework.

Myself.And my darn carelessness.

So,today.A new day.I was standing at the bus stop,waiting for my bus,like the very good natured person that I am.(LOL WHAT?)
And then the bus comes.I wave my hand like a complete monkey erm,in a very genteel manner,because I am a very undignified lady.

And the bus just left me and went.Because Indian (Read:Kolkatan drivers are a pain in the butt.)

I was left looking like this.

I was totally like "WHAT THE HECK?!?!"

So I had to change two buses and go.And I got late. -.-

Because I got late,and I had to sprint because the school gates close at 8.25

AND IT WAS 8.23 at that time.

DO OR DIE. *__*

And............BAM!

I hit the metal railing. (Read I as my head)

It was like one of those dolls that you smack to the floor and then they get right back up. :P

I fell on my back,got right up and started running again.

Now,thanks to that,I have a huge bump on my beautiful forehead.Ouch. :\

Click on the white area to give it food.
Click on the yellow dot to make it spin the wheel.
It also follows the cursor.

Enjoy! :D

I don't even know what I'm writing.

Insane,vibrant doesn't even begin to describe it.

I'd like to wake up,
On a chilly winter's night,
I'd like to spread my wings,and fly,
And take you,to where the bright things are.

I'd like to walk barefeet,
Amidst the frosted lilies,and sing.
I'd like to watch my breath crystallize,
To this cold world,peace I'd like to bring.

Of violet,and gold,
And burnished flames of passion.
Of vibrant streaks,in the night sky,
Of euphoria,lost in transmission.

As I lay on my bed,
And wondered about my existence,
The lights lit up the sky.
As I watched from a distance.

Lightning is breathtakingly beautiful. :)

♫Every Teardrop is a Waterfall♫

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ (｡♥‿♥｡)(｡♥‿♥｡)

I love this song.

That woman.

I observe.I'm not a creep,I'm not a stalker,but I like to look around and notice people.

The other day,I noticed this woman.Short,spiky hair,wearing a fuchsia blouse with blue flower patterns,and a purple skirt with violet traditional patterns on it.And a faded sleeveless parka.I mean,who wears a PARKA when it's almost 40°C?!?

That's actually what caught my attention.

She had mongoloid features,and looked old,wizened.Probably unmarried.But then again,us Indians have this trademark Sindoor on our heads when we're married. And I was in a bit of a hurry at that time. :P

Not to be all judgemental and all,but she probably WAS married.

Y'know,marriage takes it's toll on people and they end up looking like zombies.

Trust me,I've seen THAT one before. :P

She hopped into an Autorickshaw and sped away even before I could get a good glimpse of her.The Mystery Woman.

And she was really,really bony with veins protruding out from her arms and stuff,wearing a gold,thin band watch.

Something told me she was really,really rich but she was 'blending in with the crowd'.Plus she had a jute shopping bag.Jute's expensive,at least for us Upper Middleclass folks. :P

YOU NEVER KNOW.Queen in disguise. :o

Minna~

Because I just realized,that people actually read my blog.

Arigato minna~

I hope there's a lone japanese out there who just happens to come across this page!!Because I love Manga and Anime! >.>

But,to all those reading,thanks for wasting your time,and if you want me to be a bit more humorous/emo/post more songs/pictures,just comment and tell me~

kthanxbye. :P

The Faerie.

She fluttered her eyelids,
And opened her eyes.Those eyes,
That spoke volumes.But yet,
They were so frank,so beautiful.
In the heart of the woods,there she lies.

She rose from her slumber,
And looked curiously around.
On a drowsy winter's night
In those soulful woods,ever so dark
And colorless;She wept without a sound.

And the tears slid down her marble skin,
Those ruby lips;She wept.
For all that is good in this world,
For all that is bad,she wept.
And the moonbeams answered her call,as the rest of the world slept.

She trod among the frosted lilies,
With feet as fair as snow;She sang.
Of hope and warmth,and all
That could heal the human heart.
And in her own heart she felt it.She felt the pang.Because she,
Was a lone faerie.

She looked up at the stars so bright,
And wished.Wished she'd never have to be alone.
But alas,the world is a selfish place,
Where no one stops to listen to her melancholy song.
And she still roams among us,asking, "Are you the One?"

Because you,are an explosion.
An explosion of colour. <3

Yeahh. :D

Treading over the broken roads,
In my rubber slippers,umbrella in hand,
The rain keeps falling,drop by drop.
Lithe,lively,bouncing off the broken rafters,
Like soldiers conquering an unknown land.

The fruit sellers haggle with the customers,
And water runs off the tarpaulin in little streams.
Forming small puddles on the walkway.
Yet amidst all this chaos,I find myself strangely at peace.
For this is my city,the land of lost dreams.

But alas,there is but one thing,
Loud enough to bring me out of my reverie.
The blaring horns of all those cars,buses,
autorickshaws,who are perpetually in a hurry,
Black-topped "babumoshais",with their spectacles all gone awry.

And in the middle of all this confusion,
The rain falls,slowly but steadily,
Calming all those exposed to it's touch,
With that exotic smell,of Mother Nature reborn.
Somewhere,in a makeshift shelter,an infant wails lustily.

And in your average house,the famished son returns,
Only to be greeted with steaming "Khichudi".
For it is a tradition,that the
Sons must never go hungry.
Because home,is where the heart can be free.

So many unknown faces,
So many fascinating things that I am yet to see.
So many lights,colours,sounds
That I see,feel and take in.
For this,this is Kolkata.The place where I want to be.

ಥ_ಥ Well,I have a lackin' life.

So yeah.That feeling when you're washing your face and you get soap in your eye.ಥ_ಥ

Ouch. It burns like crazy.It's almost as bad as chilli,actually.

>Burns like acid,but is a base. :P (ಠ益ಠ ╬)

One of the weird oxymorons created by nature,I suppose. o__O


Dove soap.What IS that thing made out of exactly?No matter how many times I wash my face,it still feels like there's some left on my face.Total FUU moment,if you know what I mean.

Water.And figure skating.Why these two are dancing a duet and 'waltzing' into my life,I do not know.The other day,I was in the kitchen,randomly cooking pasta or something,and suddenly "Le wild puddle of water" appears in the tiled kitchen floor and I almost do an involuntary pirouette in the air,the likes of which could be (could be,mind you) compared to that of Princess Tutu.

Holy-

And then,my heart jumps a mile,and I feel like I could have died.

Earth-shattering experience,I tell you.

Alrighty,so the other day I was going to get some stuff,like vegetables and schizz,and then this furious wind comes whipping around the corner,and I feel like Marilyn Monroe even though I'm wearing jeans.

Stop staring and just get the point here.

I started singing. :D

'Cuz I'm spaazz yo~(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) I was singing Carnival of Rust,like a boss,and God probably wanted me to shut up,so he swatted my face with an empty cardboard box.Very amusing,God.

I did not appreciate the gesture a lot,so I was forced to come back home.

I mean,the hell?I sing pretty good.Not all that lousy also. =.=

Anyway,I'm sleepy,and my mom is turning into a TRex with every passing minute,so I must go.(ಠ益ಠ ╬)

May the force be with you.Amen.

I just wish you'll be able to heal me.

So yeah,I'm in XI'th grade now.Feels all grown up-ish and all.

So,the other day,I was listening to this song.Called "Both sides,now."

IT'S AMAZING,if you know what I mean.And that,coming from a person who listens to a song 15 times before she rates it as good,well..you get the point here.

Also,it just took me 2 replays to like the song.It's THAT good.

So,our school starts from 30th.

I kinda felt bad,in the beginning.

I was kinda beginning to cave in,shutting myself out from the rest of the world,and schizz.It was a dark,dark,place,and I feared I was going to drown in my own darkness.

Yes,the world wouldn't have noticed.I like to be extremely secretive about my feelings.My mask is a reinforced,hardened one,with expressions of steel.

Yes,here and there you'll catch glimpses of my lonely smile peeking out.Sometimes I just feel like screaming my lungs out at the end off a cliff.

Ironically enough,my own voice comes resounding back at me,bouncing off the own dark walls,the impenetrable prison,that my mind is.

Yes,we'll all turn insane one day.Insane,because destiny is predetermined.No matter what course we take,we're going to end up at a crossroad all over again.
Insanity,versus oblivion.
Wouldn't it be great,to just sink back into the recesses of your mind and float in pure,calm,unadulterated stillness?

Sometimes music helps me to run away from the chaos.When I put those earphones in,and shut out all the other meaningless,unimportant sounds,it feels like heaven.It feels like..bliss.The meaningless things,shut out and it's just "me and my lights",to help me get by.

I'm in a mess,my mind is in chaos,and most nights I cry myself to sleep,because of either a) Utterly meaningless people whose lives don't really matter to me(Bleh xP)

,or b) people who are interwoven into my life so drastically that one little thing they do hurt me this much.

I'm a very twisted teen.Most people just say "what would you know?You don't have any problems at all" when I try to think about myself,for a change.Yes,I'm not always awesome.There are times when I'm so lonely,blankly staring at the sky,with stars twinkling feebly,as I wonder,if I'll be able to love again.

Yes,I have been scarred.First loves aren't something you forget so easily.And when I love,I love passionately,without any trace of adultery or whatever crap that is.It's like a disease,fast spreading among people of our generation.

People nowadays are very vocal about their feelings.But I- Idk.

I'm like this.I'm very shy,and uh..I don't like inconveniencing other people,neither do I like to hurt them.

I wish somebody who was considerate,and caring,and someone who could be at par with my retardness showed up.Although I'm actually very gentle on the inside,and that's a side I don't show to a lot of people.

It's like I'm lost,in a crowd,waiting for that one person to bump into me,to find me.

Are you the one?Can you please heal me?Can you stop myself from losing my mind?

Maybe one day,I'll fall asleep,and I won't wake up normal ever again.I'm scared,you know.I don't know what'll happen to me,and I most certainly don't want to drown.

Save me,from this mess.Please.

It's like I'm alternating between Reality,and my dark subconscious.

I need my light.Or I'm going to lose myself.