28

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Jim Morrison
Kurt Kobain
Janis Joplin
Jimi Hendrix
Brian Jones

I wish I were one of them.

But then, I am 28 today.

(For those who dont know, they all died at the age of 27.)

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The Past

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Past flies close to oblivion.
When I need it the most.
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Feeling like.

The ability to feel like/feeling like something must be the most fascinating feeling in life.

Cant make out if I made any sense. (not that I makes sense out of my 'thoughtful,' alcohol induced(not always, though) statements)

I desperately need some feelings.

The feeling of chilled wind caressing my face, leaking through my hair to the other side, cooling down an agitated and frustrated stream of thoughts, hidden deep inside my mind.

The feeling that calms me down, when i drive slowly in the middle of the night, along the highway, riding up the western ghats, while it rains heavily outside.

The feeling of excitement, long lost.
The feeling of aggression.


The body discarded by its soul, flown presumably, to heaven or hell or wherever.
The body with a failed set of sensors and lost emotions.

Hard to spot a difference.
I prefer to be the first one.

. End of a feeling .

The Spoiler

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Is it okay if I throw you a surprise party??

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The rules

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The world has no rules.

What you have is what you get.
And what you get is what you have.
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Calling it a day

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Sometimes,
Calling it a day is a good option.

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Drunken Musings - 1

'
I do miss a holding hand
Even though I prefer to live without it.

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Dreams

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I still do not believe in dreams.

I do not believe in things in which
favourite ones are the
hardest to occur.

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Fly

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The ostrich
might not wish to fly

The elephant
might not wish to rule the jungle

The Lion
might not wish for a palace

The mountains
might not wish to conquer the skies

I Aint them.
therefore I wish.

I aint the good
therefore I can.

I aint bounded
therefore I fly


I aint sane
Therefore I think.

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(No i am not drunk, but even now i cant make out what i really meant when I wrote this post!! I started writing something on dreams, after the post on dumpos site. And here I am. )

Promises

I am used to it. Promises that never was kept. Not that I planned to break them. While they are made, i find no reason why they cannot be kept. An then, when time comes, everything would go haywire.

I should be re thinking. Since I fail to keep 8 out of 10 promises on a regular basis, I believe I shall be having a re think. May be, I shall not make a promise.

And a new resolution is born.

Only to be broken.

The calm

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Before the storm???
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