Strenuous dogmas

Dear dear,
two days gone down the drain, thinking of you perpetually! I've been infatuating a lot, for reasons unknown, or rather i fear to know them. Talking to myself to become stronger, to face the reality and be decisive, but i feel my decisions would be rude to you and that would inflict wounds in me. I feel like a stranger to myself and i suspect that itself is a disaster. Didn't expect these dogma's to open up in front of me.
I always thought life was simple, as simple as the binary, either a 0 or 1, and i still think so. Nothing is bad, its just the mind that makes it so. Distress of this sort is called for and bearing it seems to be a fortune. I have a serial of questions that i need answers for, they might sound uninteresting, but i can't waste time further surpassing this numbness. I need to act, and act fast as well. Can't wait for time coz its taking too long.

Whines of a troubled mind

I'm strong by your side, and you are by another. Distressed I am to the thoughts of thy's will. Clambering around the idea of being one, i feel like a stringed puppet left in abeyance. Sleepless nights and gloomy days, and i still trust time shall heal.
This wasn't me, when I hadn't met you.
This wasn't me when I hadn't sought for you.
Encumbered by uneventful actions, I'm troubled though I should matter you. Your life was never entwined by mine, and you never asked me to do so. But when facts lay open, when jealousy reckons, when the fight against yourself begins, its just too hard to seek for merry. I know not of what i scribble, expressions aren't of a dribble. I'm lost, I don't wanna be.
I know not why I feel so troubled, perhaps I don't want to know why why!
Ego strikes hard when it strikes bad, and cigarettes don't help a depressed mind!
I shall not think of you for a while, for that will relieve me of the unworthy distress.

Starting afresh

With blog-masters on the run, and the explicit freedom for thought and expression, it finally struck that its never later than ever. Though a long marathon to catchup and a variety of subjects to talk of, this kind of a regretful entry does seem to be destiny. As quick as the mobile fone craze caught up in India a couple of years ago, it poses unevenness if one doesn't maintain a blog on his name. Passionate are those who blog their wits. Impunity is the survival of the evening. And thus i pledge to be regular!!