weetvhar!!

Smneooe tlod me taht smaclbred wdors wtih teihr fsrit and lsat ltteres in pcale are eilasy radblee.Do I bveeile him?

WHILE ON SOFA

What a pity that a product of another's imagination is mannah for mine. Maybe I am simply too much of an egotist. Two great movies in a row did this to me.
I didnot see either one in its entirety. That is what I call the sign of perfection. Incompleteness.
I went into deep thought while I sat unassumingly in my black leather sofa, all sticky, on a highly hot, horrendously humid day.
I saw a quarter of the first movie, a quarter of which I understood. The movie symbolized the limitedness of movies over theatre. Doing thus, it excelled as a movie alongwith shunning the medium. What a tragical parody. It captured the impossible.
The 2nd flick was about french artists. Painters.
Men of steel...correction...alloys...I wished I was around them many centuries ago. I wished I were french. Expectedly, I missed the climax. So much for perfection!
I see part of my virtual home in each of the movies I watch. The dilapidated wooden stool, with a pregnant palate resting on it, was mine. It was borrowed for the movie it seemed.

to whomsoever it may concern:)

from the moment my eyes touched yours at the satsang, magic bells rang. and my eyes searched for yours ever since. till we came face to face and blabbered. you are my roller coaster ride. you are my expression of sweet love. i long for you more than you think, i long for u more than i thought i would, i long for you most in my happiest and saddest times. everybit of you i love in the present, and i know not wat i found; save a love, deeper and more fulfilling than i can offer. i thank you for every moment spent with you, for our outings, our bike rides, our kisses and our fights. i wont thank you for the love because i know it was meant to be.
kisses

(phew! do i suck at this or wat?! but it made perfect sense to the "whomsoever" ..so my job here is done///////)

KEEN OBSERVATION

Its a breezy morning.
Words were exchanged.They tear.
Its affected me.I still hope all is well.
I breathe heavy.I tear.
Why shud it bother me?I am not to blame.I dont deserve this.
I am in love.Yet again.Time and again.This time it is mutual.
Atleast i felt that until last night when he said something.
I feel lost.I dont deserve this.
I look at my Guru and cry away.
His face has that effect.I breathe heavy and tears roll down while i write.
The sun warms my back.But my heart feels so let down.
There's never a choice between good and bad they said.
But here its between bad and worse.
Is it like this all around.
Fake affection is wat prevails then.
I wonder why life is such an ordeal.
I was better off between my lives.
In my coffin. Undisturbed.
Out of breathe. Dry eyed.