There you come Into my life And then go away Make me feel a like a fool For wanting you For wanting you to stay For wanting things to happen Burning me up, inside The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing Come out of things unsaid Shoot an apple off my head and a Trouble that can’t be named A tiger's waiting to be tamed singing You take me by surprise I was a living dead before I never realized it, but now I know I hear you Stinging my soul I’m filled up With ecstasy and pain And emptiness Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks Gonna come back and take you home I could not stop that you now know singing Come out upon my seas, Cursed missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure Or am I part of the disease, singing I’ve lost it My sense of pleasure My will to wait and live The time has come Well I don‘t feel so great now that the time has come Cause I’m left here Undone, in the dark, turned inside out Come over… Life, come and break this spell |
Warped Mind
My brain, (if i had one) must be some weird, new age, reincarnation thing ... hmmm, yeah, that seems to be the most likely solution!
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Blinded in the darkness of my mind.
Conscious in the light of those prying eyes.
I wonder.
Am I really getting better?
Or is it merely a pass off?
New thoughts.
Old problems.
Lustful insights.
I’m getting carried away.
It’s different, pretentious and quintessentially threatening.
I can’t stop it.
I miss being what I was.
I feel like I’ve become less funny or perhaps too serious. Probably both
Am I done with my fixations?
Am I just hanging around for the heck of it?
I don’t know who I am anymore.
I feel all poignant and mature.
I feel all grown up.
I feel old.
5 Comments:
- said...
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Me too.
:-) - Ishwar said...
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lol.. nice discalimer
- Ishwar said...
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BTW, tile the background image. Doesn't look good on a 1280x1024 screen
- Anil.kumar03@gmail.com said...
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you are just drunk...
tomorrow, everything will be fine.
-ATG - arvindiyer said...
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Ahhh madam..i lovvu the new look (or has it been on for a while) sowwie...been busy. How art thou?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I’ve been trying it for a week now
Every time I sit down to write a post
It feels forced
And it doesn’t stop at that
The first words popping out of my head
Tend to be dark, deep and drear
But that’s only when the words are still there locked up in the top drawer
The moment I articulate it
The dark streak mysteriously vanishes
I read it and re-read it
It doesn’t feel me anymore
What’s in a blog without black drama?
It’s as if lightning’s coming on in a dark sky, tearing up the murky clouds and...
Whoa! There’s a dramatic shift from the monochromatic existence I had been living to a full colour spectrum.
But it’s not rad.
Black is severe. Black is deep. Black is inspiring.
There’s a certain richness in black.
A comfort I can wrap myself in.
I love the feeling that there’s a thick, impenetrable layer
Between me and you
Where’s my black shawl?
7 Comments:
- madhavan said...
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Black is nothing but the absence of colour. It is a colour that does not exist.
- chaos said...
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mysteriously black!... too good...
- J said...
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when did I ever say black is a colour?
- Sudipta Chatterjee said...
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Hmm... it does happen at times... you write something, and then you feel that your own imprint is somehow missing from the post.
- said...
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black is extreme..shades od grey is beautiful...nothing is black or white...its always the shades of grey...black is absolute...shades of greay is infinite...:)
- said...
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Dreamed a dream
Not in White and Black.
Ain't technicolour either,
'Twas a Black within Black
A New Meridian in Create,
Subterranean, Visionless,
A mind of Black,
The Light of Day did Rape.
My corroded heart did sing
Them Black Sonnets
And my Soul become half-part
Of those Tenebrous Tenets
Black, is the color of nothing
Black, is the colour of everything
Black, is what the universe is
Black, is what pure is
Black, is her who blazed life in a void so sour
Black, is her who shimmered away into colour. - Golden Words said...
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no mails from u?why so?
Friday, April 07, 2006
There he hangs.
Hung on a large wooden hook.
I think the hook is loose.
He’ll probably fall off.
I’ve seen it wobble.
But I know what he’s up to.
When you brush by, he swings, lifting his head up, in spite of the stiff neck.
Such a creep he is.
He’s just spinning around to see the damp stained thoughts running in my mind.
I’ve got plans for him!
I walk towards the wall, caress him and feel the hook, nearly pulling it out of the plastered wall.
He tries catching his own breath with each swing, holding on to his dear life, imagining the sudden plunge, wishing he wasn’t here in the first place.
I think for a minute.
A long minute.
Why pull the hook off?
I pull him off the hook.
Down he goes, hitting the hard concrete below.
I feel lighter. And so does my hook.
6 Comments:
- chaos said...
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- said...
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you changed your template? purple? in honour of purple haze?
- J said...
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lmao... yessss! a tribute to yuo mah dear :)
- Thetis said...
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cool template!
- Manu said...
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earth-shattering comment: your blog makes me a stuttering moron. loss for words. is it u who's demented or i! cool temp though. :-D
- said...
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OMG! Now you're getting all corny too!!!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
8 Comments:
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yes you are
- anantha said...
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You look hawt!
- AlterinG Abhishek said...
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I luhve the teplate color..
ur too kewl - chaos said...
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this is awesome stuff J... you don't look good... you look great! :D
- km said...
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The correct answer is, in Ricky Ricardo's words, "ai-yi-yi-yi Loooocy, you got some 'splainin' to do!"
- madhavan said...
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pretty is not the word
- said...
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All compliments graciously accepted ;)
- said...
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if pretty is not the word, what is?
6 Comments:
awesome as alwez...
just what i wanted to write...
but then you proved that you are better...
Hmm... A few rapid switches between first person and third person makes one slightly dizzy. But, good one!
[Signed by a certified poetically-inept person]
great blog as usual.....
beautiful... though i had to read it couple of times to grab a bit of it... :)
High levels of morbidity, I say...
singing..
Oh nothing else compares...
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