Moar songs. And diamonds.

tangerine trees and marmalade skies.


cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
towering over your head.


plasticine porters with looking glass ties.


what more kould one want?

lucy in the sky with diamonds?

well, look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
and she's gone.

bye bye now.

Dear curt.

dear curt. i hope you ont get ofended i spelt your name wrong. and that this ltter has about a hundred typos. or that it doesnt have a hundred of them, if you actually end up counting. or that i'm writing to you in the first place. uhm, you see, xlnc bade me ask you something, err , i'm sorry , i dont quite remember what. so, yeah, forgive me for htat too. right, bye.

ps: i've also apparently misquoted youir songs. aplologies for that too

pps: xlnc also has a problem that i've only apologized so far, so, uhm, i hope this helps:

ppps: er, nothing.
nothing aint an apology, and all that. 

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for those wondering,

xlnc:  no no no.

i found it hard, it's hard to find, well, whatever, never mind.

 me:  found it ard-- what?

 xlnc:  ask kurt.

me:  cobain?

 xlnc:  mm. him.

Luriana Lurilee

Come out and climb the garden path
Luriana, Lurilee.
The china rose is all abloom
And buzzing with the yellow bee.
We'll swing you on the cedar bough,
Luriana, Lurilee

I wonder if it seems to you,
Luriana, Lurilee,
That all the lives we ever lived
And all the lives to be,
Are full of trees and changing leaves,
Luriana, Lurilee.

How long it seems since you and I,
Luriana, Lurilee,
Roamed in the forest where our kind
had just begun to be,
And laughed and chattered in the flowers,
Luriana, Lurilee.

How long since you and I went out,
Luriana, Lurilee,
To see the kings go riding by
Over lawn and daisy lea,
With their palm leaves and cedar sheaves,
Luriana, Lurilee.

Swing, swing, swing on a bough,
Luriana, Lurilee,
Till you sleep in a humble heap,
Or under a gloomy churchyard tree,
And then fly back to swing on a bough,
Luriana, Lurilee.

-Charles Elton

                                                                   (Another world than this)

In Verse: To Dad

Written on 6th April
The tube light went poof today, daddy.
I climbed chairs and tables, and played tinker,
just like I remember you did, so many moons ago.
I remember, we'd stand by the switchboard,
jiji and I, and we'd get to play with the switch.
On. Off. On. Off. On. And then it glowed.
How did you do it, dad, how did you coax
light off it? Well, you are gone now, and all I have
is finger-dots on a dusty, distinctly unhappy tube. 

I do not know why I find this inexpressibly cute, but I do.

...

And the songbirds keep singing like they
    know the score.



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I'd expand, but I can not find the words to express the hope and the reassurance, and the bitter-sweet feelings this evokes.
Oh, this is borrowed from a song called Songbird. Lyrics by Christine McVie.

Drabble: Pitter patter

Dhruv always associated them rains with Rohini. It’d been raining, the first time they’d met. He laughed at the memory: she'd crashed into him, then unabashedly dragged him into the rain. Oh, he'd protested, she’d had none of it, and somewhere between all that tramping about the neighbourhood, and sinking hastily-made paper boats, they’d become firm friends.

That was years ago, when she’d visited her grandparents for the summer. She just stood there, today, tightly hugging herself, allowing the rain to drench her. She smiled weakly when she saw him, and went back to staring into the distance.

Drabble: And yet they're best friends

Kira looked up, when she heard the door close, then went back to methodically shredding newspaper. She barely registered her roommate’s, ‘what’s wrong?’ Half a minute later, she indicated the mess in front of her ‘I need to finish this by six.’
Ashi was bemused, ‘six?’
‘Meeting Dhruv.’
Ashi was disconcerted by her friend’s blank stare, but only nodded, unable to suppress her envy.
--Kira was now picking up fresh paper. She ripped it in half, deposited one half on the bed, then resolutely tore the other. She didn’t notice, when Ashi slipped out the room.