just names...

No longer i can glue up the word "tickle" to this lack luster blue bordered web page and it's no remote from being a dismal theme,and now there's no more of those adrenaline up-rush, when i see those ping boxes popping up here and there.And just now i got three of them,from clueless corners of life,and what bashed me was those pinging lines....the words that addressed me...three different name...or three different lifeless words!!
Names...or nicknames...where ever it exists,it's  ought to have a story behind it... a person who coined it...a group that patronised it...a timeline that scripted it....and above all...a "YOU"...and somethings in that "YOU" which made the canvas for that piece to get scribbled down!!
And the out of world thing about my versions was that no two name fitted anywhere near...it was abrasion at the highest order.

If it was the kid in me that forged one..the other was fathered by the arrogant me. So what kept on changing was "ME" and then those lively words followed the change...they spring up with the new "ME" and gets wilted of with the changes in me...and soon get deflated...and gets mutated to nothing more than a dead dry language lump!!!

And now when i'm called with those outdated ones..i could feel my lips widening out in sarcasm...thinking of the fact that the actual owner of the name is no more...it's just the word and some stories that's left...

I changed like seasons...no, it was not like seasons...the tone once existed never visited me again...i kept on changing, no matter what others wanted of me...it's still rolling on...the death and rise of new "ME's" and names get scorched to mere words

And today when i read through those "once i was called " list...i feel as if i am walking through a graveyard...where i see a dozen of me buried under time rolls...with those dried up words sticking out to tell where i lie ...