mumbai

tanned and tattooed we arrive on a wet morning at mumbai...yes we're better..
a barefoot dash in th mumbai rain..for a coldrink i didnt even drink...yes ill remember the applause lol

yes we are cursed,but then if we are..we bloody hell might aswell take our beating with a fucking smile..
yes we are doomed..but in our doom..as we walk through the storms..
we feel,we live,we do it all together..
we learn to get alonginspite of all..
we look life in the eye and say we are alive..bring it on anytime...nd we'l stand and face it everytime..

alive

Baga Beach..feel so alive..see everything so clear...

I dont really like seeing myself in the mirror,but after a long while i saw myself not in th mirror bt in photographs im my camera...
i wonder when did the world make my smile so crooked.
wen did i become so cynical and sarcastic..
i see the sadness in the corner of my lips..
i see the arrogance in my jaw..
i see a girl who grew up too soon...nd nw wants t go back..but cant.

either i cant see anything or i see things crystal clear..
For me life is either awesomely beautiful or totally fucked up and the funny thing is both the things are right here so you cant miss anyone of them...that the reason why most of the times i end up laughing and crying at the same time.