Robin Tales

They say, people know they also say, God knows. They defined it say, resticted its existance or set a base for it, rules for which we set Rules, for this one, are just like the rules of any game people have a certain set of rules which are universal and some you decide, the two of you. Its a little complicated at the outset One heard all this from people around, and one finally decided her rules already, all enthusiastically. Promising self not to defy her rules and never to disrespect them, never. Rules for falling in love, were, a) love never happens when its your friend, period. b) has to be something like love at first sight (dramatic, to be more precise) c) someone who is not exactly like you, *opposites attract* was the theory i was taught. d) one can not live without that person e) be calm, its just another emotion f) one is in love only once, and its to stay forever ...and a few more to go. What happened, first, was quite similar to this. I got what i was looking for. What foll...

Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear. But i chose to be different, not agree ably enough though. I fear. Yes. But of things people laugh at. This fear in me usually takes a form of mild depression, ultimately resulting in multitudes of tears. Initially people sympathised, few empathised, but naturally no one understood the cause of this kind of, other-worldly outbursts that i had. In many instances, i called up people i thought could probably make me feel better, or least, would understand what i am going through. I spoke to people ranging from my parents, my brother, cousins, my closest friends from school, until this time i never took it seriously, and so din't they. Further more, it had kind of become a joke amongst people who knew me. I needed to talk to some one who was just completely from the other side of the world, i mean just like the anonymous traveller, who would pause from his journey and listen to me. Listen to me and do what, that i never pondered. I think it was...

A mirror broke broke us apart mirrors show similar things on its two sides it left me confused left me, happy. some one happened slowing down, i realised, it had become my past why? when ? and how? i din't know i am tired being a part of this these childish fears coming true. hate them stop haunting me let me live a life a life that you left behind for me a life you wanted me to be without you then why promise share dreams ask me to wait, when you know its never going to end, that pain is for real big for time to erase it all I am happy you were there 'thanks for acting like you care' Its nice to know it was all there.

I wanted to know who i am... for reasons i din't know. I asked someone to help me out. The many people who helped me, answered. I am the goodness. I am the truth. I am the existance. I am the reason. I am a cause. I am a question. I am a pause. I am the falsity in grave. I am a reality, tamed. I am the heart I am the heartbeat I am glory I am defeat I am the princess I am the shepherd I am a pilgrim of love and I am not anyone else Because i believe i exist.

Words. Simple people talk in simple words. They are people who talk the most sense amongst all kinds of people. They are clear in their heads and want others to be clear too. Hence they talk in, simple words. Then come people who use complex words, compund sentences, and their psychological imageries to put forth their ideas that get appreciated by a bunch of people while others try their best to dig their brains to make the a-b-c out of it. Well, the most interesting bunch of people, for obvious reasons, is the confused lot. Their typical characteristic, they talk in word salads in most parts. Its not that they don't know what they're thinking. They just don't know what they're talking. They have too many things going on in their tiny little brewing pot, and just seem to think that the world will one fine day understand their rubbish. Yes, they don't mind calling themselves a bunch of rotten brains too. I mean. i am one of them. Such people, when they meet, are bo...

This was a super bummer on my head! Just sometime back, i discovered i like writing. Not that i am any good at it, but it just makes me feel better. Its like puking it all out, as they say. Topics, nevermind. They could have been like a hundred thousand times better. My choices are'nt that bad, you know. Just that, something that triggers off that writer bug, when that thing goes bonkers, this is what it does. IT had been some time now. I had no inspiration to write. To put it in simple words, there were so many things going around me that i dint want to join the bandwagon writing endless opinions on the already exhausted discussions. Words like 'IPL' , 'Government ad trust vote', 'shahrukh khan', 'arushi case' , 'media and its recent controvercies' !! Gosh they kept ringing in my ears, a logical outcome of news dailies plus *wow* the media! The fact that everyone is talking, demanding the right to freedom of speech and 'we are a free ...

The world it seems has varied emotions all sealed and packed in some magical box well, no one cares about 'emotional s***' they do try to show they care, nonetheless I want to find a place so secure so warm it would always make me feel so safe away from my ever squabbling brother from school, ever so demanding from friends, whom i loved from those whom i detest, and those i loved away from people who i know people who expect those who demand ask for responsibility yes, i shun it all People say i don't want to grow up If only someone could understand what I am ...why i am, the way it all is for me Someone who would want to know what is this place I keep talking about This fantasy, that world Dream about the days That wishful place Where there are none of the 7 sins nor is the Satanic 8 The 3 witches would just stay out of it and the plural forces, its none of your business. Its just getting scarier to be a part of this side of the world the one, all pain -striken not because...