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As I entered the building, I could think of nothing but keeping my head down and get to the back of it. A shinier world was beckoning me, but I wasn’t even willing to part with the tenner in my back pocket. No. Colour, price tags, bar bills would be paid for by other people. I would only pay with sweat and blood.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 07.14.2017 @ 2:22 am
Dear Noun/adjective that has so much potential but doesn’t know what to be, you don’t need to know. You’ll be picked up and used over and over until you’re made redundant. Just try to find out who’s economy you live in.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 11.07.2015 @ 4:45 am
Let’s light a match and hold it against a tall yellow candlestick. Only to behold a monument of wax and not to let it melt away. Because you think that the candle’s decay is irreversible. Such wax is life.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 09.11.2015 @ 8:54 am
Lost addictions and abilities cripple you in your new life so much that the craving, though beyond the fortress of yourself will only then knock gently on your door and enter like an old lover, the mistake you still don’t want to make again.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.25.2015 @ 1:24 am
The two inches beyond my fingertips in the morning where you don’t exist yet, but make my body tingle and my heart ache anyway… like THAT. The endless vacuum that is so vast inside my small body, which like a needle to a balloon will one day prick. On that day in my universe, a big bang, and your arrival.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.18.2015 @ 4:22 am
Like equations? Like conjuring? Can you derive a relationship between two people if you so engineer their proximity? Can beautiful things be abstract and scientific? Can you derive sense from the universe? Or does the universe derive you from material?
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.12.2015 @ 2:22 am
If only I could walk down the tree lined road this cloudy day, unwary of who might see and wait for the skies to open up and pour all over me, drenched to the bone, raindrops stinging my skin as it showers. If only.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 06.04.2015 @ 4:06 am
Not something that I expected to find and it was quite unconventional. But I had to buy the unique blended art so lovingly patterned upon the fabric. We are far too lost in the commercial and the polished brightness of manufactured perfection.
But behold. Someone, a he or she, with their loving hands made this and sent it out into the world.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 12.07.2014 @ 5:40 am
Are you serious? This is what you want me to write about today?
Okay, without invoking painful memories, I’m just going to go ahead and talk about Sudhanshu, my dance instructor. His name literally means “a drop of moonshine”, there you go, I even modified the vision for you.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 11.11.2014 @ 6:28 am
I’m not one to have meta-discourses of the thoughts that I have. But I suppose I do it too, even if not overtly. Girlfriends are your accomplices in such crimes against your own mind. But what would one do without them, anyway?
» Posted By Abhineeta On 10.07.2014 @ 9:40 pm
And to think I need to say sorry for anything at all. Can one not accept the humanness of one’s condition.
Sorry I paused for an extra second so I could think of ways to tone down my insult to you.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 10.06.2014 @ 1:18 pm
In order to overcome the worst of your fears, you must first be the mind gym yoga person and be all bendy and awesome. Then you’ll get away with anything life throws at you.
I swear if Jo hadn’t called, I’d have written better shit.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 09.28.2014 @ 7:05 am
Cat, because I decided to begin with a velar plosive. Other than that, I’m only trying to empty my mind. So that further writing ideas may not be found for another 24 hours. I’ve written too much.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.20.2014 @ 10:53 am
I am such a sly word stylist. IT has now been put to test. Now to wait patiently and find out if my product is being bought or not. What will be said? What will be the feedback?!
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.16.2014 @ 2:08 am
You read what you want to read. I have to do a lot of reading for my classes, which looks like a chore right now. But bless my Freudian slip and my current obsession with singing- I read “chores” as “chorus”!
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.13.2014 @ 7:20 am
Of late, I’m discovering yet again that I can get my hands on all things I fancy. But I can think of no creative way to acquire what I desire most, even if it is in arm’s reach.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.12.2014 @ 11:00 am
Not sure what my ancestors did (crazy people), but sometimes I wonder if there’s a piece of paper in Destiny’s custody that says that my ancestors have bequeathed to me an extremely interesting life. Am I entitled to everything that they wish they had?
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.09.2014 @ 2:10 pm
The Bangalore metro, I hope, will be completed soon. I don’t want to die before commuting easily and effortlessly. But even with the horrendous traffic density, it’s hands-down the best city one can ever live in. I dare you to contest that.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 08.08.2014 @ 6:36 am
His heart was as good as fucking gold. That’s why he let her go completely. So that his heart of fucking gold would not corrode from her acerbic, devious, back-stabbing little…
Or so he thought. Just because his heart was as good as fucking gold. Not because she was impossible to keep up with. He does not know how to pick on someone his own size.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 03.26.2014 @ 4:53 pm
If I appear online but don’t talk to you,
If it’s quite obvious that I’m avoiding you,
That I’m filtering, being selective,
Maybe it should occur to you
That the sex was bad.
And that, buddy, is called natural selection.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 03.24.2014 @ 6:12 am
Who is Chosen? Dare I ask?
Imma be an eternal Potterhead!
No idea why people want me to read LOTR. I’m happy. And I live with a generation of equally happy Potterheads.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 12.08.2013 @ 7:16 am
Lean back. Grab your beer. I will be right there, sitting across from you on the other armchair. We’ll talk of the material, the ethereal and the abstract. We’ll make meaning of meaning and then discard it for the love of everything.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 11.28.2013 @ 11:48 pm
Really? Of all things that I was willing to become creative about, you give me “creativity”? Now I’ve slipped right into theory- and the very necessary examination of irony in the situation.
Creativity, thou art a heartless bitch who just shot my Right Brain dead.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 11.17.2013 @ 4:12 am
Me and the girls were armed. Handbags, check. Sunglasses, check. Swag, check. The six of us walked arm-in-arm and braved the crowd. Old city! Here we come!
And then we cleverly hid our fear of being trampled and walked into the market.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 11.04.2013 @ 6:18 am
What we become for other people, we do not know.
What we are, we do not know.
We are everybody.
We are everything.
The randomness, the chance, the accident.
We are infinite.
“Versatile” is an understatement.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 09.19.2013 @ 5:39 am
I have no words to describe rainless-ness in your language.
To lament, I need my own tongue.
Only the words my mother made can ever console me.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 09.17.2013 @ 5:48 am
How could one possibly not be happy? I think the greatest combination of things is that you’re single, you’re reading something nice, it’s Sunday, Monday isn’t threatening you, you’re given Biriyani and you will overdose on Bollywood at night.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 09.15.2013 @ 2:01 am
Barely ever, not any more.
But even as I think of
How I don’t think about you-
I realize I do.
But I don’t…
Think about you I mean.
Seldom. Barely ever.
Almost tending to never.
It will always tend to never.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 09.14.2013 @ 6:59 am
Finally someone has taken the opportunity to make me appear the fool.
As if anyone else cares.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 07.24.2013 @ 10:22 am
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In just a second, I will get under those sheets. I will turn my back to you as always. You do not know me. But you will send out your love and I will be wrapped in it safely for the night. The monsters have gone.
» Posted By Abhineeta On 07.10.2013 @ 10:49 am