chicken rice and chilli.

i think you're like chicken rice and chilli.


even after eating, the taste lingers in your mouth.
hints of lime sour, tad bit salty, spiciness and everything else.
undescribable.


the lingering taste may not be a bad thing.
after all, it simply reminds me of you.
i get used to it after a while.
but the tenant reminds me of you throughout the day-
and i grin to myself in silly self-contentment.



if you knew,
and if things were different,
what would i have done?


a way out simply means falling into another trap on the way into something else.
it's a never ending journey.
are we all self-defeating?


i think it's better to know that you don't know,
rather than pretend that you know everything.