24th Feb '09
Bitter taste gripping your tongue
A gruesome tale spins
A scarlet river flows
Heating cold lashing at your eye
A sight become a blurry
A sight become a blurry
Take me home
Plotting Escape
13th Feb '09
Let’s go for a walk
Let’s go for a swim
Let’s just go
Let’s escape
Let’s go for coffee
Let’s go shopping
Let’s but go
Let’s go
Let’s just escape
Escape these gravity-like pull down-thoughts
Escape this hour, this minute, this time
Escape this mood, this expression
Escape this conversation, this thing
Let’s runaway and hide under the stars
Maybe get lost and forget where we are
Just not know which timeline we belong to
Escape we must.
Mentaloner
11th Feb '09
I felt so lost
Just thinking aloud in my mind
I knew I had no thoughts
Cause of this Silence
which is there
this Silence
which screams
this Silence
not so peaceful, anymore
today: motto
4th Feb '09
I’m going to stop fretting about tomorrow
And I’ll live today for today
I’m going to stop being hard on myself for the past
And would just ask questions for today
I’m going to zoom in and lose the large picture
And stay on to a particular spot
I’m going to be high no matter what I drink
And get others merry too
That’s the motto
For today.
eemoushunal atyaaachaar
28th Jan '09
Sometimes, for no reason at all things seem so weird. I know weird is a random word, but as I’ve already establishes many times before, it’s the perfect abstract expression for me.
Maybe I’m one of those depressive writers, coz 75% of the time I write, depressive-melancholy shit comes out, irrespective of my mood. I’ll not work on it; I’d just leave some things to just turn out the way they want to churn out.
Deep Dive
22nd Jan '09
Lemme delve within myself…
Lemme dive down, deep within…
And all I clasp in my palm is that what holds me within..
And all I lock in my heart is that what locks me in tangles
And as I rise to the surface again
The images, the glittering blue, the reflections in the water confuse me..
I’m you and you are me and then it’s we
Intertwined we’re rising in spirals
To the surface we surface,
Soaked in depth
MIndless Bents
20th Jan '09
It's not the pen
It's the thought
It's not the booty
It's the dignity
My Darling
How we keep moving through the minutes, the days, the weeks
And suddenly it's been a year..
All that affected you, caught your thoughts, plagued your mind
Came, said hello, had a cup of tea and went away..
And I'd say, the rendezvous wasn't that bad..
If was bad, wtf it passed.
If didn't, would.
again. wtf.
It's all that we'll have in the end.
You would have me.
I'd have you.
And most importantly, we'll have each of ourselves to ourself.
What would matter to me..
is that my heart is clean, without pain or regret or guilt...
is that my mind is without debate, coz I did not bend...
is that my soul is my soul, not sold.
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