Letter to My Readers (even the invisible, dead, dying and still-in-the-womb ones)

Hi


I'm alive.


Surprisingly.




If you're alive and reading this from any corner of the world, just drop in a simple 'hi', only to let me know that you're alive. And around.


If you're reading it from up there (yes, dimwit, I mean heaven) or from down there (you know what I mean this time, don't you? Hint: I certainly don't mean your underground parking lot)... Dude! You have to have HAVE TO comment then!!!! At least, let me know how you ended up (or down) there. It would help if you mention the services available, most importantly the internet speed. You see, mine sucks, I won't mind migrating.


So folks, till whenever I remember I have a blog which needs to be updated (which could be in an hour, tomorrow, the next week, month, year, afterlife (presumptuous. we shall wait for the comments to see if this one would be possible) or the next life (provided Twitter doesn't take-over Blogger by then)), this is

Sporadically yours truly
K






P.S.: I double-checked the parenthesis. No need to rack your brains. 


P.S. 2: The super duper spaces are Blogger's problem, not mine. Peace.

I need you, but I do not want you.

Made of Steel

Picture Courtesy: 'Melting Face' by Hannah Slade

I always wanted more from you

Than you were willing to give

And one day we shall grow apart

As even the best of friends do

With our different lives to live

Remembrances are still alive

Of that sticky gooey past that won’t leave

The days in the sun that didn’t last

Only the ghosts of tears remain

What choice do I have now but to grieve?

All beauty’s dead, shut out in the cold

I try but cannot feel

I do not know my world anymore

I am strong, yes; but then

I'm not made of steel

I'm not made of steel

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Note: Title inspired by Our Lady Peace's song by the same name. 

It's that bad?

Him: I had a dream.

Her: Hmm...

Him: About you.

Her. Oh! What was it?

Him: It was horrible, darling! I saw... I saw that your head was cut off and I was... I was wandering around trying to find some way of putting it together... all the while carrying the amputated head in my hands. It was terrible, terrible! Please promise me you'd stay close. Promise you wouldn't leave me.

Her: I promise, honey.

(After a 2 minute pause)

Her: So, you reckon my face is so bad you cut it off even in your dreams?

You'd rather I had a TV for my head, don't you?