The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock- A Poem

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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I seriously have to stop falling in love with characters!

Disgustingly hilarious, ridiculously insane ones! :D

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Somedays the memories are so vivid, it's like you never went away.

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Aren't we limited by what we think is right, or wrong? No, not what WE think, but by what we are TAUGHT to think!

Just because society says its wrong, does it necessarily become so? Does collective consciousness make it so? That, by the way, is an idea that has me intrigued, of late.

In an age where we conform to others' preconceived notions of what is right, or 'cool', this idea really holds true.

So, why do i like something? Because it feels right. To me. That should be enough. Why isn't it so, then?

I am not a rebel, though i get this sneaky feeling at times, that i was meant to be one. Getting all sorted out is taking time, but i'm enjoying the mixed-up journey. Till i come undone.

P.S. Movies are an education, i tell you! :D

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Culmination

Maybe it's intuition. Or senility.

Women are supposed to have strong intuitive powers. I haven't really put mine to test yet. Mainly coz i'm lazy. Also because i find it hard to differentiate between the intuition and imagination lobes inside my brain.

So, have you ever had this feeling? That all your life was just a purpose towards one goal? Like you're the train from Speed? Like you're just speeding towards that point? A culmination of sorts.

So, i used the train analogy again! What's with me and trains! It's just that the feeling's getting stronger by the moment. It's reached feverpitch. It was always there at the back, i knew i was slowly moving towards that destiny...but now i know that i'm there. I hope i know what i'm looking for.

Maybe it's just 2012 messing with my brain. But the silly thing is, i didn't know about 2012 way back in 1998.

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Have you ever thought, how it would be without restraint?

If we didn't have to measure anger and love and hatred and care and laughter in tablespoons?

Guess it would be bad, for the world, but atleast you wouldn't feel bottled up and unnatural.

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Dark and Light Interspersed

So, there was this girl who had stopped believing. She'd simply lost faith in everything. She had once been a believer. She had believed in things others couldn't see. She'd felt it deeper than most. And so, when life snuck up on her and pulled the satin carpet from under her feet, she fell. With no desire to rise again.

So one day, she saw, this adamant prince, who kept fighting happiness. And love. And she screamed, 'He's such a fool. So like me.' And then she realised, he was like her, except for the fact that with every blow life dealt him, his heart had grown harder, and had finally turned to stone. And that moment she realized why they both were alike. The darkness in his heart plagued him so much that he found it impossible to forgive himself. That, was his curse. She cried for him, and she cried for herself. She found out that deep inside her, she still believed. And so began her redemption.

Her story doesn't end here. On the way, she met another character, a princess. A poor princess. Now this princess was everything our adamant hero wasn't. She was a woman who believed in goodness, with every fibre of her being. She wasn't strong. In fact you could call her a coward.

But her faith was tremendous. She believed she could melt the prince's heart. She was the hope he'd lost somewhere in the deep pool of despair. She was the love he'd locked away in a hundred forgotten lifetimes. She was all the happiness, all the laughter and dreams he'd once shared with the stars. And she was back, to take his hand and lead him to life. She laughed at fate, and fought it all the way. Her optimism scared him, but she just wouldn't give up. And no matter what he did, she smiled. The poisoned darts of hatred couldn't stop her for she was immune.

Now when our girl saw this poor princess, she cried, 'Oh no no, this is exactly how i was, once upon a time.' That was when it struck her, that this was exactly how she was meant to be after all. She was meant to be kind and happy and giving. For goodness is one thing that's often underrated.

So, as the girl joined the prince of darkness and his princess of light in their journey, she discovered something amazing. They weren't two, but one. She couldn't make out where one ended and the other began. She smiled as she realized that darkness, and light were both her.

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