Pursued by a bench-occupier

An object of an intrigue are you now,
With a discernible list of attributes,
That make me dart towards you.
A charming piece of personality,
An engineered array of surprises.
Will I really bend far to know you?
Compatible with my imagination,
Sufficiently eccentric to absorb me.
You were such or I have unleashed you.
Do you really talk to colours when I ask,
Humour me to keep up with standards?
I'm not sure the randomness annoys you.
Insecure about old this and new that,
How to gauge the endearment,
When imperfection is worn by you.
Why are you on my plate; my next chase,
That I will not get up for until,
I have sufficiently stared at you.
Inconsistent with many avenues,
That are availed on the path you tread.
My writing is only as erratic as you.
Don't think you mesmerize my senses,
A drop of gold in spontaneity and planning.
I compare and contrast all rarity to you.
Don't think this undoes a value,
That you will be looked forward to,
Until I try my best to come by you.
Would you appeal to me and myself,
Had we met a decade ago.
Have I been looking for you?
And if instead I could bargain off with,
Respect and happiness for us both,
Would I let go of you?
Why do you give the perfect impression,
Of the mixed excitement and security.
Is that what I expect of you?
Feelings are anything but a badge of surety,
But they are substantially existent.
And it scares me: I question myself about you.
And I wonder if I'll have another cigarette.
Are you the excuse or the substance.
I really shouldn't associate this bench with you.

Poke

Trust,

You do not violate this space.

Its not about attraction,

I never thought it'd be the case.

I mean I'm not some contraption,

You disturb to look at my face.

If only I knew your weakness,

I'd put you in your place.

Harm,

I know it's not your intention,

But you're just so sudden.

It's a problem I should mention.

You know it's over in a second,

But painful is the apprehension.

I know that you're not violent,

The unknown causes me tension.

Flirt,

Fundamentally it's kinda disturbing,

When you make it affectionate.

I don't think it's that flattering,

Your touch isn't familiar.

With me its just this thing.

It's enough with the discomfort
The sexual innuendo is unnerving.

Surprise,
I would prefer my ribs to let be.
It's not that sharp of a feeling.
In my every step I don't see,
How to account for the shock

That leaves me on my knee.

I can legitimately ask at least

Why is your finger in the mass of me?

It is alive! Igor, it is alive!

:D

1. Accept this award graciously because your blog is simply awesome.

2. Pass it on to five (5) other bloggers who have simply awesome blogs and tell them about it. Either by commenting on their blog, emailing them, etc.

3. List five things that you find simply awesome.

4. Pass these rules on [copy, paste]

I love Furree Katt, for appreciating my blog along with the bears, the trees, a frog or two, communista simpaticos, the aliens who died of boredom along the way while observing our way of  life and the friend or two who cared enough to 

stalk but not follow.

^ trippy?

For what its worth. I thought this blog was meant for people like you. And if the posts get an inch too long, remember they take a mile of sincerity to come up with.

5 BLOGGERS THAT WHICH A DINOSAUR DOTH FIND AWESOME:

The Me at  Psych Rant . I like the feel of this blog and I find the blogger to be genuine.     

El Demonio at Were it a girl. By far the most accurate and helpful reviews. What drew me to his blog was the fact that he read some amazing manga. I found in him  a fellow lover of Detroit Metal City. 

Peter Streusel at Haterade Everyday . Streusel has given meaning to the idea of ranting. An endeavour I set out for as well. There need not be merely mindless self-indulgence to what is the art of ranting. Keen observation and channeling of skepticism is a noble cause. I admit I never commented on his blog so as to not cramp his style. The guy is adamant on expressing himself regularly and I have come to respect that. 

The Two Indians at The Life and Times of two Indians living in Pakistan. I've grown fond of this blog. I wish I had something praiseworthy to say about the perspective of the authors towards our country that wouldn't sound cliched on my part.

Pudgy Frog at Persnickety Me. I like the observations and the aggression that is mellowed by her personality. I like seeing the frustration I've seen in real life in text. I like seeing a perspective that my best-friend doesn't exhibit so smoothly in real life. Makes me feel awed. From the tea-pot.

5 THINGS THAT WHICH A DINOSAUR DOTH FIND AWESOME:

I LOVE HAVING THE NOVELIZATION TO ONE OF THE BEST STORY ARCS IN COMIC HISTORY. 

WHY DOESN'T MY MUSHOOM SAUCE LOOK THAT GOOD? (IT DOES BUT I STILL HAVE ISSUES WITH THE TEXTURE)

THIS DOESN'T COUNT AS A SECOND BOOK BECAUSE TECHNICALLY INFINITE CRISIS IS MORE LIKE A COMPILATION OF HISTORICAL (COMIC) FACTS. THIS HOWEVER IS PERHAPS MY FAVOURITE ROMANTICIZED ESPIONAGE FICTION. IF ONLY ONE WAS 50 DURING THE COLD WAR AND COULD SAY  "THOSE WERE THE DAYS".

SOME OF OUR PLEASURES ARE GUILTIER THAN OTHERS

NOSTALGIA  ALONE WARRANTS THIS. BUT MMAAAAAAANNNNNN DO I MISS THE GOOD OLD DAYS. TRIBAL DRUMS, AKU AKU, CRYSTALS AND A CATAPULT CHICKEN OR TWO.

I see now that I have more followers, those too of quite a caliber. I shall try my best to maintain a standard that I have set out for.


Like Furree Katt, I too plead work-load and will soon post my promised sentimental thingos....


Its a good day to have chips. Finest indeed.