Silly conversations

He: What are you doing?
She: Eating.
He: What?
She: Biscuits
He: Which biscuit? Eat something better (in a concerned voice).
She: OK. Parle G.
He: Don't you have a better choice.
She: Yes, I have.
He: What?
She: Tiger biscuit.
He: Uff....eat some adult food.
She: Ok. Will have Marie Gold biscuit...ting..ting..ti..ting :P
He: arghh....eat something better.
She: Yesss, I will. Your head.
He: Grrr....
She: Food growls?? I thought only tummies growled.
He: Grrrrrr.....
She: And, the growl gets louder hi hi...
He: Stop IT.
She: What?
He: Eating my head.
She: You only asked me to eat something better (laughs).

Drizzling melody

There were lots of fragmented and fractured thoughts that I wanted to scribble but couldn't find the words to express or complete the incomplete ones so I choose to share this, instead. Its weird but I can listen to a single song in a loop for days together. Its like absorbing every drop of the drizzling rain; soaking in every word, melody and mood of the song. So, here's my song of the week by Agnee.

This is the female version:

Warring hearts

You no longer savour my silence
And, I your cold stares
My fingers fiddle to fill it with some music.
Borrowed words hurt your eardrum
You inch closer only to show the hurt by hurting me
A bloody battle ensues
Exacting muffled moans for words
Imprinting your dominance
for every feeble defiance
An eye for an eye
A wound for a wound
Giving  and taking
pain for pain
hurt for hurt
Every limb struggles to avenge
The done and undone.
My body bears the wounds that your heart suffered.
A wicked smile flickers on your face,
and its sweetness on my lips,
A revenge so sweet.
With the scores settled
The two enemies lie 
Recovering, recuperating
In each others arms
Readying for the next battle.