dil se..

what else will come this time if not from dil se..no. its not humor. just another pressing night about to sleep night that has ended me "embedded" in a computer.on the bed. i remember an year. an year ago or so. but this is not bday or anything. if only i can space back the time i would space it back so that the time is spaced in http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4787286485585051395
Blogger: Dreams with in the dreams - Create Postsuch a way that i dont type aphostaphy ' less things. well,, ahh..well.. the is means grabblering. but i am still so close to things you see.. sleeplessly close. ruminating an year old thoughts that have sunk into the depths of a thing thats not any oceanic deep thing, would probably mean this: rumination. its better than urination: for one simple reason : that is rumination is this and not anything else. a fan a light and a carrot halwa.! no. not kidding. they .them i am ruminating with quiet a deep precision trying to observe the same miniature-of-spacetime-warp that always existed online and look into those unobservable unobserved aspects i might have unruminated uneaten an year ago.10 monce ago. 320 days roughly ago! 'God! you look like a maniac'!i have stopped caring you see.. in depths no.. how ambiguously you write?! it has a reason too.. this i'd nt explain myself too though i know it.only i might know how intimate double solitude it had been, by choice, the only choicely, still i like it. if i were to psychoanalyze wat i write now.. i would not do it.may be i'd do it in a while. i'd not touch upon them and depress myself anymore.. haha.. how funny! "u know" how can i unremember again n again. its a red cross legged bright sunny sunsetty pinkish look. and a colourfull pale faced sicklikelooking notreallysickbut beautiful spectacle of stressor. let me come to the present.. or may be a littl back for a some days or daze or so..nothing changed changed never: a terrible beauty is dead..i cant sleep again. i like some things thou: somethings and all now.. i search insearch of a smile finally sotosmile myself too.. i might laugh it again. ambiguous laughter that i dedicate to my love: iself