i'm playing russian roulette
not with my fingers...
but with my heart.

don't let it hit.

boom.

this is it.
isn't it?

oh god...
oh god...
oh god.

b.

that was fun & insightful.
thanks, missy.

b.

this city is going on lockdown,
no way in & no way out.
arm yourselves, boys -
this is it ... this is war.
may the strongest amongst you,
win.

the lights turn blood red
& the sirens blaze...
this city's on fire.
may the strongest amongst you,
win.

the rivers bleed over its banks
like a biblical plague.
bandage your wounds -
may the strongest amongst you,
win.

welcome to the city...
it's on defcon 3.
enjoy your stay -
may the strongest
amongst you,
win.

there's no turning back,
this city's on lockdown.
relish the chaos...
& once again,
may the strongest
amongst you,
win.

b.

if i lay here, if i just lay here,
would you lie with me
& just forget the world?

forget what we're told,
before we get too old.
show me a garden
that's bursting into life.

let's waste time...
chasing cars...
around our heads.

i need your grace
to remind me
to find my own.

i love you.
always have,
always will.

do you
remember
... me?

b.

the pursuit of happyness.

how far does one actually go
in the pursuit of happyness?
to seek out one's destiny?
to fulfill one's fancy whims?
to dream, to reach for the stars
because the sky's the limit?
to ensure one's pre-programmed
ideals are met?

i have done all that, once,
in the foolishness of my youth.
& in the process, almost drowning
in the mud that my face was in.

is it too late to say that i have learnt
that nothing really matters when
you never really have yourself?

one travels to see the world
from another person's eyes.
the other travels to see his world
with renewed eyes.

understanding...
it's a big word to throw around,
little girl.

if only you realise that to
truly be understood,
one has to understand.

my lessons weren't learnt overnight.
neither were they chapters in a book
i picked up at kinokuniya...

maybe i'm just wiser because
i've graduated from the renowned
school of hard knocks.

maybe my eyes have now opened -
someone once taught me that
love is the currency of the world.
but love can't be traded...
neither sold, nor bought.

maybe one day you'll look back & see
what i've been trying to tell you yesterday.
but today i will sit back & hope...
although tomorrow you just might not
find me sitting where you last saw me.

b.

some words might just be
too little, too late...
but some words just have
to be said so that the
lump in my throat will soothe,
& the knot in my heart
will smooth.

note to self:
strength & faith.

b.

it's always about what you want,
to hear, to see, to have done, to eat,
to feel, to think, to hope, to love,
to want, to be.

you're never going to take me from me.
never.

b.

you're giving us more time
till we'll learn that we can
eventually move on from here,
no matter how difficult.

you're giving us more time
till we see that we have each other.

you're giving us more time
you're teaching us about love.

you're giving us more time
& we're learning to appreciate
everyday as it is.

you're giving us more time
- a gift from someone who loves us
for some of us who love you immensely.

thank you...
you've brought us together,
you've kept us together,
you've taught us more than
we could've ever learnt alone.

everyday with you is a blessing,
... not a right.

you are our angel.

i love you,
i love you,
i l.o.v.e. you.

b.