Nothing moves. Nothing stirs. Bangalore’s air is thick with a noise that numbs, you know, construction, cars, and airplanes aiming into my house. No, music doesn’t help .But you are not unhappy in these circumstances. You are indifferent, unaffected, and uninspired. I’ve been trying to recreate a bit of my Bombay here. My room, the peace you don’t want to leave, a song on repeat. The littlest things that inspire you . The friends or the lack of them . The people and how there are always too many you don’t know. But nothing is really helping. I feel a hole in my stomach. I’m happy, yeah sure… what have I got to feel anything about? But I’m not. And its not about love this time. For once its not about finding a man and living happily ever after. That’s not enough. Been reading my favourite poems over and over again to sort of learn them. Been trying to do some art. Been trying to improvise at contemporary dance class. Nothing inspires. Nothing moves me.
"A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle" Irina Dunn
"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for--in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it." –Ellen DeGeneres
A dog typing away at a computer tells his canine buddy, "On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog.- New Yorker cartoon
You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood. -What mood is that? -Last-minute panic. -Calvin and Hobbes
There is a ballad in my salad, And a sonnet in my bOnnet. There is an ode in my abode, And a jingle in my Monet.In my tune, there is a rune, In my wrong, there is a song- What feltworsebefore verse, was a poem all along. By Kim