i sat and sat and sat and sat.
and thought and thought and thought and thought.
again, i thought and thought and thought and thought.
only to ask, "why am i writing this blog?"

"oh.. to show that i am not a heartless man", i remembered,
"to show that i also have a soft heart,
to show that inside this funny great guy,
there is a guy who given a chance can cry..."

"not happening", i said.
and scratched the second para completely.
it should be soft but not so soft...
it should sound subtle.. and not so loud.

so again i sat and sat and sat and sat.
and thought and thought and thought and thought.
i sat and sat and sat and sat.
only to realise that the poem was beginning to suck.

"me? soft?" "me? senti?"
"me? crying?" "me? thinking?"
ouch! now that was gonna hurt.

"oh.. stop struggling," i said to myself.
"i know you can do it," i convinced myself.
"remember that day how you cried..
when you saw kaileena die."

"just fill the poem with such sort of things,
you were crying none-the-less, it will be seen,
and you were crying for a woman none-the-less,
virtual or real, who the hell cares?!"

so again i sat and sat and sat and sat.
and thought and thought and thought and thought.
i sat and sat and sat and sat.
err... ahem.. sat and thought. thought and sat.

"i like senti movies.." not happening..
"i like reading books..." yeah right!
"i like sleeping all the time.." you're losing it..
"i don't mind talking to girls..???" holy christ!

so again i sat and sat and sat and sat.
and thought and thought and thought and thought.
i sat and sat and sat and sat.
until the idea hit me. "phaaaat!"

the idea hit me so hard...
that i was thrown off really bad.
i forgot what i was thinking
"oh.. the poem i was attempting..."

so.. again i sat and sat and sat and sat.
and thought and thought and thought and thought.
i sat and sat and sat and sat..
alone, with my lonely heart.