A seemingly senseless limerick

I walked along the bricked road, yellow- making me feel a little mellow to the marrow. So I stopped and looked around, quickly scanning through the silent crowd and found myself quietly sinking into the ground. "HELP!" I shouted, belted and wondered, how the blueberries I got to where I'm stated, struggled and wished that someone or something could pull me out and get me my favourite strawberry drink. "Are you stuck?" a soft voice called, obviously missing the point that I'm in this muck. As I nodded my head and gave out my hand, he grabbed it, whooshed it and nursed it back to care. I laughed- trembly and dizzy with fright, looked down with surprise, and surprise-surprise!, down through the rabbit hole had I alight. Mr.voice smiled, shook his head and took out from his pocket- a bright blue Belgian bread. "Use it wisely- eat it only when it's needed- not more not less, in moderate." he then vanished abruptly, leaving me clueless like a flea. Carried on walking on the bricked road- (this time)green- wondering what Mr.voice had meant. I shrugged and tossed the Belgian bread over my shoulder, this time as I had something for my friends to brag. (finally) for I had met with a bodiless voice, a blue bread that came all the way from Belgium and managed to unearthed a shade of myself- for Alice is my name given to me, and down to the rabbit hole had I fallen- never again to cross over fire!

Her in her true form

The months had gone by quickly- dry and bleak like an uninteresting background found in an unpublished paperback. The routine life which she had on hand bore her till tears and what frightened her most was the time she had left. Left to retrace her steps back, retreat, regain and grow conscious of the mistakes she made along the way and make the effort to change. She took a peek at the invisible hourglass carved in her mind and cringe. She had lost so much time. She had lost to pleasure and threw away pain and grew up in a surreal ‘world’ she found in the forbidden nook. She couldn’t care less about reality and went deeper into bizarre perspectives she claimed to be ‘wise’ and ‘right’. Oh the lost! As time threw a clock at her, she began to grow bushed and light-headed to where she was headed. She was headed to lunacy in true form. She recalled a poem she once read and recited it out aloud,

“Oh return my heart back!
What have you done, you poor lost one?
Grief and sorrow up to your neck
You said, what’s made can never be undone.
I’d say you’re back to square one, you foolish son!”

What’s the matter with her? She had been blinded by the satiated feeling she got every time she crossed the line. She had dread and weariness trapped in her body making the urge to whimper like a helpless child. She gritted her teeth, fighting the nagging force that propels her to do what she fears most.

Failure. In bold hard stumped letters, stretched from one horizon to another. She heaved a long sigh, recollected herself(or so she thinks), and began reciting the poem softly and slowly, like a precious supplement. It's her only strength she had for now.

What's the matter?

Come, sorrow is so peculiar
It comes in a day, then it'll never leave you
You take a pill, wonder if it will fix you
They wonder why sorrow has never left you - Mika's 'Blue Eyes'

'formidable her'

done on that free day. inspired by BDM.

(is)misery looking for me

"happiness is a face that don't look good on me"
- GC's Misery

It was like going senile with each passing minute- I couldn’t stand it any longer! Every thing that I set my eyes upon reminded me of him, each step which I took reminds me of his swagger, my head whirling around with images of him! It’s insane! I’ve gone completely mental! Why, oh, why, am I behaving in such a manner?!

Is this going to be a phase where eventually it will fade and disappear into nothingness? Do these ‘crazy’ things I feel in my heart perish through time? Like novelties, do they wear out after some period of time? Thousands of questions buzzed through my head, each demanding answers.

I feel tired. I feel completely drained of the effect he had on me. He makes my heart palpitates to a level I’m not conscious about, my head swimming with questions and hope, my emotions caught in an unbalanced web of self-reproach. Should I be feeling this way? What does it matter to him? I’m not good enough for him. I look horrible compared to him! Is my dressing ok today? How do I look now? Is he looking at me? I am very tired of all this drama happening in the nooks of my head and heart!!!

But, the funny thing is, whenever I don’t get to see him, I will feel crushed. I will wonder where he is…and resigned to a hopeless stature I call emptiness. Not too hopeless till I want to surrender, drop dead and drown, but it made the hole in my heart seemed larger with longing. If this ‘crazy’ things I’m feeling had a colour, it would be blue stained with blotches of black with green fungi teeming around.

Why isn’t there any answers coming?

Feck it!

doodle spoof !

hello,

latest doodlings on one late, hot afternoon. =)

i've found an inspiration alley from just under a 30 sec right-click. i'm off my rockers, i tell you.

doodle spook

Hello people! it'd been undeniably one of the most hectic & sick week i've had. been juggling with unintended tight schedule all week & at the end of the day, let me just say, "i'm tired" is just an understatement :p so what better way to squeeze in me time on a lovely saturday noon to do....doodling & catching up on sleep?

Great heavens!