Will a brand new world help?
It was brand new when it started, after all.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Its true, I am not in the influence of any kind of alcohol right now. I can still write, contrary to the popular belief. I can think, I can argue. I can be philosophical.
I wonder if I should open up that bottle of vodka hiding behind me. I remember somebody said -
"Alcohol does not answer your questions. But it helps you to forget the question"
Well,, i do not have a question right now. I am NOT frustrated now. I do not feel I need to die. I do not feel I need to work. I do not feel like calling anyone. I do not feel like watching videos of people having sex. I do not feel like I need to fix up a job ASAP. I just feel like laying down and feel good. I feel like sleeping. I feel like walking down a misty winding road with white lights on either sides. I feel like floating on a piece of carpet like Alladin used to. I feel like falling into sleep on the lap of a woman, and falling in love with her.
Things change. From the times when I used to feel horrible, from the times when I feel serene, The times when I felt pleasure, from the times when I felt orgasm. Times when I wanted to die, when I wanted to live. When I wanted to dream. When I wanted not to dream.
Is it our choice, what to feel? Is it our choice, what to take??
What is, the matter of life and death??
I know a teenager who tried to kill herself, because the guy who she had a secret crush with, started dating another girl. He didnt even knew she existed. I know somebody who thought it was a matter of life and death, if she flunked her exams. I knew someone who would want to die because he could not find a good enough reason to live (That would be me).
You still think it is our choice??
Do I care? All I need is a pint of whiskey to forget the question.
You can opt to live without worrying about things, and you can opt to live worrying about things.
Either way, you end up in the same way. None of you gets a trophy to carry to your grave.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Empty cups hold used up leaves
Another night devoid of sleep
Hear the starving souls weep
right behind our fears
Let the ghosts play on
Can we bring them to a board
Where we move the numbers
To listen to a long lost soul
Tiny grains of shiny sand
Thrown to the heavens once again
See the freckle faced moon
Try to outshine the sun
Thin films of midnight breeze
soothe down the night again
Let the spirits of the once together hearts
Lay close on each others arms
Let the candle burn on
Till the night burns down
Till the morning bird sings
The song of a brand new day
Wished the night lived on
Till I washed my blues down
Till I wished my dreams well on
Till I want to move on.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
..of these every droopy eyes aching to close down at every possible opportunity. Every instant seems to pull me down to eternal laziness. Nothing seems to be motivating. An upset stomach, well protected by a thick layer of fat deposit, caused probably by eating upto ten bars of chocolate a day,, Tired legs and hands, an ever clogged throat, which i put the blame on for my notorious singing skills, Lazy molecules of blood with less counts of hemoglobin, a seriously unconnected brain which always does the right thing at exactly the wrong time, a memory with slow fetch cycles and zero error correction, and a mind walking through the blurred thin line between the two sides of sanity.
'Sick' is the perfect word to print on the label.
I guess, I am really sick. Still I refuse to believe.
I guess a gentle caress on the back of my neck, through my hair, is all I want.
Thats all it takes.
It is far, far better than a handjob.
Beautiful memories haunt real bad
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Monday, July 05, 2010
Another day of strike. And I wonder where this country is up to.
I always maintained, that politics is a place for people who have no skills, no heart for the country. This is a case for India, and may be many countries surrounding India. May be that is the culture of the subcontinent. The love for oneself. The disregard for others.
It is perfectly fine to love oneself more than anything. I am one of them. I will not save someone risking my life. I will not help someone if I will lose something. But I do believe most of me have a consideration towards others.
Coming back to the politicians. We all love to blame the government, We all love to blame the system. What we forget is, they are very much part of us. If they are not considerate, if they are corrupt, if they eat up a major chunk of the national treasury, it is because majority of India, including you and me, are their kind.
We forget to look at ourselves. We all point fingers. We all forget to live. We forget to ignore.
Yes, you figured out the hole in the other guy's underwear, and he found the one in yours too.
When will we stop doing insignificant things?