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♥Saturday, February 21, 2009 ' 2:21 PM ♥

Awesome. ♥

I'm really at some kinda end right now.
The online chatting is really shity.
I mean does online chatting bring about feelings??
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But I miss chatting with Pulkesh though it has just been a day.
And I know I'm not coming online to chat with him tonight either...
So now how??

LOL.
Gosh why am I doing this now??
Well in about a week, my mother would have finally taken flight to Singapore.
And on Sunday morning, I would be in her arms, just like I always was.
Remember the Feb 18 post where I had a list of things to be done by the end of this month?
Well I still haven't started.
I made plans to begin soon, but I haven;t started on a single one yet.

I'm still wondering what is the use of all this when im not doing anything.
Is there any reason for me to live at all.

Anyway a very cool friend of mine had done a few poems or songs (as he insists) but anyway I wanted to share a very lovely one that I fell head over heels for.
Not him, his poem or song.

SUN-EYED GIRL.

Locking lips amidst a limelight lullaby;
with Bettie Buttercup
in a daffodil dress,
Strands sparkling, for a dirty blonde;
Unkempt, but with
a Marigold harness,
Talc tempting to go beyond,
Beyond!

No silt to stop River Romance;
“Love, you make me feel
like a rain-cloud at noon,
swelling to swoon,
I’m the helpless harp
That you set to tune;
Poor, poor, pestilent moon…”

None too soon,
it came to the kiss
not one to miss;
I brushed past
the ring on her nose:
I chose, to speak,
than take a perverted peek
at her tongue;
A serenade solemnly sung…

“My Sun-Eyed Girl…”

Thus ended, a downcast dominion,
broke free from her hold;
Had I turned meek,
from being bold?!
Seeking the slightest glint of gold
that I think that I see:

My, what’s happened to me…?!

I’m stuck inside the fence
of my own frozen mould,
I feel so cold,
down, out and dead-beat;
Desperate for some magic heat!!!

I’m a topaz tragedy,
Pallid parody…

“My Sun-Eyed Girl…
Shine your light on me…”

Lemon-yellow blossoms,
or bedazzling bosoms,
she’s more than just
a ray of hope;
A count of cocaine dope:
Stimulating a surge of vitality, in me,
with her Ballistic missile;
That surreal source
of scorching brightness
which the world calls a smile…

“My Sun-Eyed Girl…”

“Thank you for fawning on
my Sunflower fantasy;”

“My Sun-Eyed Girl:”

“Thank you, for shining on me…”

“My Sun-Eyed Girl!

Thank you,
for smiling on me…”

This is an original work of mine, i.e. P.KARTHIK, and any usage without authorisation is a copyright © infringement and is a criminal offence.

LOL. He is going to be real pissed when he finds it here.
But I'm sorry Kathik, I had to show the world what I liked.
LOL.
I just hope he doesn't come here first.

I'm so tired recently in fact I'm getting lazier.
LOL.
I should make an attempt to move my butt to do things.
Anyway I'm going to catch something on TV now.
Seeya around.