With every written word,the shell closes a bit,
With every spent space on this page,the mind takes a hit,
As thoughts divulge from the brain,bit by bit.
...........................
Home to many a strife it is,
Suddenly,emptiness gives rise to godly bliss,
As the magic hormone dances around the foliage of flesh
In the cranium where swim many a fish.
The guards of doom stand no chance against the onslaught,
The job is done,the brain is taught,
They have to lay ,with their brains bought.
I am filling this space i don't realise,
My mind caught in a trancing exercise,
Frenzy,swoon,daze,state of complete disguise
Is the mind in,embarking suddenly on a piece of thin ice,
The melting of thin ice is a dangerous affair,
The mind on the verge of tasting stale air,
As i sense catastrophe,i try closing the shell,
Hurrying thoughts back into the knowledge well,
I go back into my shell.
Friday, July 30, 2010
The Dream
The dream was full of peril and loneliness,
Bullets rained from the sky,growing in number as they reached the ground(it seemed),
Bodies fell in unison,forming many a mound,
Those bloody hands were in no way dilettanteish,
Those were handiworks of years' perseverance,
Trained for fighting the holy wars.
The wind was still howling and orange,
Still reeking of gun powder and petulance,
The goons were still running ragged in freelance,
Shooting with feet on the ground now,
They liked close range.
There was no excitement in the air now,
Shooting the dead is like shooting a stone.
Over the horizon were the moon shone,
One could see black patches and fake light.
The good world had lost the fight without a fight,
One of the mounds moved to make way for a battered soldier
And as he walked out,
All the goons exploded to leave him in frightening loneliness.
Bullets rained from the sky,growing in number as they reached the ground(it seemed),
Bodies fell in unison,forming many a mound,
Those bloody hands were in no way dilettanteish,
Those were handiworks of years' perseverance,
Trained for fighting the holy wars.
The wind was still howling and orange,
Still reeking of gun powder and petulance,
The goons were still running ragged in freelance,
Shooting with feet on the ground now,
They liked close range.
There was no excitement in the air now,
Shooting the dead is like shooting a stone.
Over the horizon were the moon shone,
One could see black patches and fake light.
The good world had lost the fight without a fight,
One of the mounds moved to make way for a battered soldier
And as he walked out,
All the goons exploded to leave him in frightening loneliness.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Confusion Never Stops!
The criss crossing of equal thoughts causes a grid of dilemma,
The overlapping of thoughts causes a patch of confusion,
We are talking simple Maths here.
The patch may be any of your geometrical features,
It may be a white rabbit or a dark horse too,
I try to start everyday with a clear mind,
Make numerous efforts to come through clean everyday,
Only to lose out to a different Satan everyday.
When i go to sleep,I have memories full of rabbits and mushrooms,
Can't bethink a previous happy sleep,
Yes,I've hit a purple patch more seldom than not,
More often than not,I've failed to place myself correctly in the world,by time.
The overlapping of thoughts causes a patch of confusion,
We are talking simple Maths here.
The patch may be any of your geometrical features,
It may be a white rabbit or a dark horse too,
I try to start everyday with a clear mind,
Make numerous efforts to come through clean everyday,
Only to lose out to a different Satan everyday.
When i go to sleep,I have memories full of rabbits and mushrooms,
Can't bethink a previous happy sleep,
Yes,I've hit a purple patch more seldom than not,
More often than not,I've failed to place myself correctly in the world,by time.
.
"Confusion is the welcome mat at the door of creativity"
Monday, March 29, 2010
Been a long time...
Last time it was winter...
The season has obviously changed.There have been a lot of other significant changes,which has changed me as a person,for the good.The hair on my head is gone,odd wrinkles starting to appear,it feels like i am fading.
Past Few Weeks
We have tried to understand the political scene of our college and we have come up with a new form of system,pseudo-democracy.We have fought and we have got caught.We have got headaches,atleast me.We have got tired legs,atleast Affan.We are all satisfied.I am too,somehow.Its almost unbelievable how politics has gotten such a high place in the calendar of an iit student.
There is a suggestion for people who happen to know Mr. Manik Sharma,a second year undergraduate,and my close friend.'Scuse him while he kisses the sky or he would try to kiss you.We have got a great idea to kill someone.Drug him and play some psychedelic song until he dies.Manik would be easy meat.
On a serious note,i urge Mr.Affan Mohammad,my co-blogger,to atleast write shit.
The season has obviously changed.There have been a lot of other significant changes,which has changed me as a person,for the good.The hair on my head is gone,odd wrinkles starting to appear,it feels like i am fading.
Past Few Weeks
We have tried to understand the political scene of our college and we have come up with a new form of system,pseudo-democracy.We have fought and we have got caught.We have got headaches,atleast me.We have got tired legs,atleast Affan.We are all satisfied.I am too,somehow.Its almost unbelievable how politics has gotten such a high place in the calendar of an iit student.
There is a suggestion for people who happen to know Mr. Manik Sharma,a second year undergraduate,and my close friend.'Scuse him while he kisses the sky or he would try to kiss you.We have got a great idea to kill someone.Drug him and play some psychedelic song until he dies.Manik would be easy meat.
On a serious note,i urge Mr.Affan Mohammad,my co-blogger,to atleast write shit.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Random Thoughts
When you reach the end of this random piece of writing,i hope you think.
Human beings are primarily primates,they need other human beings for protection and support.I mean that is how we are supposed to be.Well,many a time bad things happen,they happen very fast and when you least want them to happen.Well the last sentence was partially absurd,if you think,the absurdity arising from the latter part.
When i grew up,i always thought i was the master of myself.Not anymore.I have multiple masters now and they are all me,interestingly.When i wake up in the morning,its the satan me, which tells me to skip classes.When i got exams,its the angel me,which keeps me awake all night,though the behaviour may be termed as demonic.Nowadays there is this sadist monster within me which is really freaking me out.The problem is,after a certain point in time,the problem is no longer with you.Everything becomes involuntary.You start living alone in a mad,mad world.I maybe riding on a ship of fools,but i can't jump into the water because i dont know how to swim.This has led to confusion,a strange dilemma and a strange state of mind.Sometimes i wish i were a villager.Ignorant,sweet and calm.I can become one whenever i want,but there is this inherent lust for superficial things,which will ensure i and you go to a place bigger than where we are living now.And then,people will want an even bigger place.And when the earth becomes too small for them,they look for heavens.People are indeed strange.People were foolish to develop this notion and even more foolish in living the way others live.
I never like to make myself the sole subject of any piece of my writing,but i will go with the wind.Consider this,considering what i have spoken before.I have the same mentality as everyone else around me,apparently.I want a good job like everyone else.I want to go to the U.S one day.I want a big home to live in and a big,black car.And i sure want to go to heaven after i die.
We arent living our lives,we are competing against each other.
We all are hypocrites,on a large scale.
Human beings are primarily primates,they need other human beings for protection and support.I mean that is how we are supposed to be.Well,many a time bad things happen,they happen very fast and when you least want them to happen.Well the last sentence was partially absurd,if you think,the absurdity arising from the latter part.
When i grew up,i always thought i was the master of myself.Not anymore.I have multiple masters now and they are all me,interestingly.When i wake up in the morning,its the satan me, which tells me to skip classes.When i got exams,its the angel me,which keeps me awake all night,though the behaviour may be termed as demonic.Nowadays there is this sadist monster within me which is really freaking me out.The problem is,after a certain point in time,the problem is no longer with you.Everything becomes involuntary.You start living alone in a mad,mad world.I maybe riding on a ship of fools,but i can't jump into the water because i dont know how to swim.This has led to confusion,a strange dilemma and a strange state of mind.Sometimes i wish i were a villager.Ignorant,sweet and calm.I can become one whenever i want,but there is this inherent lust for superficial things,which will ensure i and you go to a place bigger than where we are living now.And then,people will want an even bigger place.And when the earth becomes too small for them,they look for heavens.People are indeed strange.People were foolish to develop this notion and even more foolish in living the way others live.
I never like to make myself the sole subject of any piece of my writing,but i will go with the wind.Consider this,considering what i have spoken before.I have the same mentality as everyone else around me,apparently.I want a good job like everyone else.I want to go to the U.S one day.I want a big home to live in and a big,black car.And i sure want to go to heaven after i die.
We arent living our lives,we are competing against each other.
We all are hypocrites,on a large scale.
Friday, November 27, 2009
yeah...so i finally got some time to write!The majors have gotten over and with it our 3rd semester.I must admit that we've fared well in most of the courses this time around and so the mood is a wee bit happier than it used to be generally,when a semester ended.
What more....we will be packing our bags in 2 days' time and will be headed for heaven(relative heaven).Yes,we are going to Goa,a place far better than we inhabit now.With five of the best friends(affan,manik,driver,mallu n me) making the trip,this will be some experience,an experience to savour for our lifetime.
PS:We gonna die,stoned immaculate.
;)
What more....we will be packing our bags in 2 days' time and will be headed for heaven(relative heaven).Yes,we are going to Goa,a place far better than we inhabit now.With five of the best friends(affan,manik,driver,mallu n me) making the trip,this will be some experience,an experience to savour for our lifetime.
PS:We gonna die,stoned immaculate.
;)
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