A conversation with myself!

Myself: Dear pal, are you allright?

Me: Yes! Why do you ask that?

Myself: You have been worrying a lot since the last few days!

Me: Is it so?! Well, the reason is that I am not where I thought I would be when I would be 22

Myself: Dont worry! Many are 99 and still think they arent where they wanted to be when they would be 99, which is, either in heaven or in hell :P :P :P

Me: This isnt funny. I feel so lethargic and drained out. Achieving goals seems to be so boring! Commitments which have been kept appear to be a farce. Normal is my friend who is trying hard to change me into cliched.

Myself: Whoaa! That is very bad indeed! It is something which you have never come across. How are you going to deal with this?

Me: I thought you would be the wise ass with the answers! Quite frankly, my dear friend, I do not know what am I going to do. But I have an idea. I will begin. Begin to pursue my dreams. For I own my dreams. They are mine and no one except me has copyrights on them! :P :P

Myself: Ugghh....So cheesy and typical! Am quite sure you wont be able to do this...

Me: O really? Lets meet after some time....and compare notes!..So till then...bah bye!!!!!

Whore or a Goddess?

I look around in my house. I revere my mother and dote on my sister.
However, as I venture out, I metamorph into someone sinister.

A bashful mind feels utmost discomfort when the girls, whom I stare at, try to talk.
What if I am branded an indecent man? Of all the sins, it would be blasphemous to have been accused to gawk!

The one who speaks her mind doesnt deserve my tender gaze.
She is loose. She is the one who has fallen from grace.

A million dreams of wetness isn't enough to satiate my depravity.
I am above atonement for this transgression as her skirts defy gravity.

She can be a teacher, she can be nanny and she can be a maid.
But if she is an executive, she is expecting to be laid.

Her bosom is tender and her breasts are supple. Her hips sway as if they are mimicking God's pendulum!
No no no! All these are complementary, as I care only for her inner beauty!

But I would damn her and her entire clan, if the wretched harlot has lost her virginity.
It is irrelevant even if it was due to rape, accident or a decomposed relationship as she has insulted my virility

I have been bought up to respect a fully clothed woman
And term a women showing her skin as a whore.
Yet, whenever I visit temples in South India, I stand forlorn and confused.
Because there She beholds, without covering her chest, her entire splendor!

Relief!

Blogging! Laying out my naked thoughts on a public forum! Expressing whatever I want to without a care in the world!

Gosh! I haven't been doing this since a long time! But now, its back to typing on my blog!