Magic

The summary of the last seven years of my life – magical.

The details would take me seven times the time. Each second. Each moment. Each breath. Each everything. Everything with her, about her and together.

She tugged at my heart with heaven-sent harp strings. Her words, honey coated dewdrops on my now sugar coated mind. Like an angel kissed life I lived with her.

Then she left. Without a trace. It nearly killed me but it was worth it. And I knew her secret all along. All that happiness, the otherworldly love. I knew her secret. She never slipped up, but I caught on from the first day when she said “Hi, my name is Maya.”

so....

well i guess i've come up with a plan after all.
i realised that i've got tonnes of writing. whether its writings for other websites or any thing else and that i might as well share it here.
i guess it's time to come out of the closet. well not that one, but since im a closet poet, i might as well open the doors and let in some sunshine.

so from henceforth, i shall start putting up my old stuff, one by one... and hopefully along the way, the newer ones as they come too.

hopes and dreams....

Crap. Again. Repeat.

It's been awhile since i read my own blog. Or for that matter even recollect in some remote corner of my brain that i did have a blog.
So i read it.
And i read about all the confusion i had on what to write and the likes.
Here's my conclusion. I still don't know. that's the only explanation i can come with for not having written since then.

so much has happened since. i write for other web pages. I've put up photo blogs and covered website logs. but here, is dead. gone. kapooey and kaboom.

so much has happened. i've moved cities. moved dreams. moved people. people have moved on. written, sketched, partied, photographed, scribbled, dreamt and slept.
like the nuances of anyone's life, mine's moving up and down and round and forward and backward and still.

i still don't know why i care about this blog but after a year and a half, it seems like i do.
i still havent figured out what's wrong with my comment settings. apparently no one can comment and i dont know how to change that.

so with new-born inspiration i shall hope to write again. write something. try again. and im sure like my other enthusiasm, it'll hopefully last the weekend.

and until something re-inspires me, or re-lights my angst to write, i guess it'll be the last you hear from me.

maybe. maybe not.