my favourite pastime is to sit and listen to sad songs and mope 

now i've graduated

i can listen to happy songs of my childhood

and feel sad that the

good times have passed

but shaam tanha 

is in a class by itself

a wise man once said (or was it venky?)

that there's a thin line between listening to pink floyd and feeling depressed

and the real thing

it's midnight, pehla nasha, old monk, and grinding through the crud apis i needed to deliver yesterday

shaam tanha indeed

sitting in the balcony, overcast sky

music flowing

you've given yourself permission  to cry

but the days are so dead

stumbling through them like a zombie

tiny slivers of hope

never enough