Showing posts with label Over a cup of coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Over a cup of coffee. Show all posts

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Part-y

The little things you do for me
and nobody else makes me feel good...
The little things you do for me...
making me smile and no one else could...
Thats why I like to sit next to you
and listen to your mad stories...
I know they are not true
and I like that we share a secret or two together...


You are being very badly missed dear...
You've gone so far, your voice i can hardly hear...
The day you went away, we cried aloud, you and I...
Its been so long but I still wonder, why did we part.. Y?

Dedicated to the charm of our love, the charm that once was....

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Over a cup of coffee [2]

M1: Oh boy! Life seems to be losing its meaning. Don't ask me what I mean by "meaning". Just that on retrospection, there'd been things that'd always kept me entertained. Nothing seems entertaining anymore. Everything that sounded exciting and fun seem so stupid now. Perhaps I indulged myself in everything too much and now got bored of it. Now all I do is think about past and try to reconstruct happiness off my memoirs, but it so happens that I succeed in digging out the horrors and sadness. Btw, how do you deal with haunting thoughts and past pestering ghosts?
M2: They don't bother me at all.
M1: Well, whatever. There is always something or the other that bothers everyone. What about you?
M2: People.
M1: Oh people? Oh, perhaps they are nonsensical sometimes. Funny ain't it? If you don't get sense out of something that is sensible for the other, you feel it to be illogical and senseless. Nevertheless, they seem nonsensical! Anyways, how do you then deal with them? You always seem so calm. Care to let out the secret mantra?
[M2 smiles at him, quietly picks up his 4th cup of strong coffee, smiles at the cup and takes the last sip]
M2: You don't seem to have finished your 1st cup of coffee yet.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Over a cup of coffee

M1: I feel so jealous of him, he's just too brilliant.
M2: Brilliant people think a lot, and thinking leads to sadness.
M1: So you're telling me that you are satisfied with not-that-a-brilliant brain of yours?
M2: Pretty much, it keeps me sane and happy.
M1: High dopamine levels maybe!
M2: You don't seem to have finished your 1st cup of coffee yet.