I woke up from a dream
with a song in my head
wearing a smile
a little sunshine, in my mind
i wasnt looking
i was a bit lost in the unfamilar feeling
i must have forgotten,
my caution under my pillow
i'm sorry if i spoke out loud
the voices in my head
i'm sorry if i laughed out loud
or smiled at you that way
did i say i care
sometimes it doesnt last
did i say i like you
its probably not too much
but dont go trusting me, sweet child
i'll just break ur heart
and dont love me too much,
i'll tear you apart
i'm so scared of hurting you
because thats what i do
i'm falling, into the blackhole in my head,
and if u reach out, to save me, ill pull u in too
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OST: This, or This?
but sometimes, when the moon dances on the sea
i go down to the beach,
and hear the waves rustling on the rocks
while the lighthouse spins uselessly,
i go back to yesterday
feel u with me again
in the darkness, i can hear u
whisper to me
i scrawl our names
with a twig, in the sand
and another wave, playfully
wipes it out, and we end again
Who can it be now - is it Madcap at the door?
she had been restless throughout the evening, more so than usual. she couldnt concentrate, so she tried to rest for a while. but he got into her dreams and woke her up. in her dream he was strangling him. like all those stories and fairytales, of us and them, one each, joined, like anchors tied round athletic feet. she woke up with a start, in a sweat. she thought she heard him laughing. was it at the window, or in her head? she thought she heard footsteps pacing outside her door. had she dreamt it, or had he finally come? no one can describe that terrible, all consuming, gut wrenching panic, of thinking he's outside the door, of waiting for madcap to raise his hand, and knock. i forget ... was that Toto? same as Africa, i think. getting old.
Coloured
we were lounging in the garage and wouldnt you just know it ... i didnt see the wet paint sign and got colour all over my back from the bicycle rack! bright green ... been ages since i did this! forgotten how awful it cud be! so now i'm walking around green trying to look cool and act like i cudnt give a f.f anyway ... u can always pretend its the coolest thing - may even set a trend.
it was a clear night. saw the stars and the dark, dark sky both after so long. over here, usually all u get to see is a mass of swirling clouds. nice, wrapped in cotton wool, insulated feeling. When the clouds move away you get to see the sky. its awesome. but u also feel the cold more, when u do. cuts to the quick, the wind.
we went to a friend's place. wonderful food. its such a nice feeling to just be at home and chill out. but as the numbers go up my feeling of awkwardness usually just grows. perhaps i am just growing into the old bitter misanthropic mould. its worse on me, bcz when i am actually shy or awkward I look like I am being standoffish. Have been told so many times. People get to know me and say oh ur so nice we used to think ur such a snob. which i am, ofcourse, quite bad. god knows. perhaps we're all onions. i must just be watched matrix. walked back all the way. all of 40 mins. i think i had digested all the food by the time we got back!
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it was a clear night. saw the stars and the dark, dark sky both after so long. over here, usually all u get to see is a mass of swirling clouds. nice, wrapped in cotton wool, insulated feeling. When the clouds move away you get to see the sky. its awesome. but u also feel the cold more, when u do. cuts to the quick, the wind.
we went to a friend's place. wonderful food. its such a nice feeling to just be at home and chill out. but as the numbers go up my feeling of awkwardness usually just grows. perhaps i am just growing into the old bitter misanthropic mould. its worse on me, bcz when i am actually shy or awkward I look like I am being standoffish. Have been told so many times. People get to know me and say oh ur so nice we used to think ur such a snob. which i am, ofcourse, quite bad. god knows. perhaps we're all onions. i must just be watched matrix. walked back all the way. all of 40 mins. i think i had digested all the food by the time we got back!
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Hollow
the melted copper moon
trickles down
the black night
and gathers in a puddle
on the floor
in a corner
of my room.
a test a tear,
and wonder if its too soon.
in the darkness
the minutes march
marking time
as it slips away.
somewhere, you wander too
where are you?
there's a place,
by the sea.
black stone walls
strewn around.
there is spray,
dancing in a moonbeam
and the silence of darkness,
full and heavy in my hand.
i remember the feel
of gravelly wet sand
i remember the rythms of waves
the rise and swell and fading away
once again without you i'm hollow
though toys come and toys go
though you hold my hand, my heart is empty
still, incomplete, a windblown leaf,
that cud have been beautiful
had it in not been stolen,
and frozen by the wind
floats and dances and swirls in the breeze
and comes and falls in ur palm
entranced, u smile. ur fingers curl
dont move. dont crush it. its dry from the cold and time
and dont open ur hands and let it fall
couldnt find the song! but here's a link!
Copper Moon
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Originally Posted at Prerona.
trickles down
the black night
and gathers in a puddle
on the floor
in a corner
of my room.
a test a tear,
and wonder if its too soon.
in the darkness
the minutes march
marking time
as it slips away.
somewhere, you wander too
where are you?
there's a place,
by the sea.
black stone walls
strewn around.
there is spray,
dancing in a moonbeam
and the silence of darkness,
full and heavy in my hand.
i remember the feel
of gravelly wet sand
i remember the rythms of waves
the rise and swell and fading away
once again without you i'm hollow
though toys come and toys go
though you hold my hand, my heart is empty
still, incomplete, a windblown leaf,
that cud have been beautiful
had it in not been stolen,
and frozen by the wind
floats and dances and swirls in the breeze
and comes and falls in ur palm
entranced, u smile. ur fingers curl
dont move. dont crush it. its dry from the cold and time
and dont open ur hands and let it fall
couldnt find the song! but here's a link!
Copper Moon
Originally uploaded by trevindc.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Fiction
Reading some fiction after ages! Dont remember when I last read so little. This makes my work days feel like party time by comparism. Needed something mindless and trashy. So here goes with an old fav by Harold Robins, Never Love a Stranger. I think that he makes a bit of a stereo type of that character. Mean and Grumpy and Awesome. Awwww ... I love him!
My birthday is coming up and I am excited already! I am going to buy myself one of the following:
Steppenwolf, The end of the affair, Beautiful Mind, Henry and June (the movie), Decalogue (the movie (s)), a new moleskin, some purple ink for my fountain pen. Way my budget is going, probably be the last. Or might even just be KFC! Lol
Been a while since I did a ate an icecream, watched a movie post like this, isnt it? Lol. I really amuse myself ... like I am seperate, watching, and I am so f amused ... the games, the lies, the deceptions, misery, the heartbreak, the euphoria, the blankness, the lazyness, the energy ... Always said I am not at all Scorp-ish, but in this one thing I am ... I vacillate from extreme to extreme, never slowing at the centres. Can be very disconcerting if you're watching. Or amusing. Depending on how much distance you keep. I'd advice lots.
Its raining down an orchestra on the tin roof of the gallery outside my window. So many different surfaces surround this space, the glass, the concrete, the tin ... it makes for beuatiful listening when it rains. And that always reminds me of that
scene (@ first sight) ... which reminds me of him ... and which reminds me of how he played my beloved, beloved James. I didnt see that movie forever bcz I was scared of spoiling it, scared that it would be awful. And then, like these things go, I saw it one day ... and it blew my mind.
The stars hang low and polished after a long nights rain. To paraphrase, I dont want them now.
I'll leave you with a very bad bad bad version of an awesome awesome awesome song by (the version i like is ben harper but i couldnt find it to link) ...
Originally Posted at Prerona.
My birthday is coming up and I am excited already! I am going to buy myself one of the following:
Steppenwolf, The end of the affair, Beautiful Mind, Henry and June (the movie), Decalogue (the movie (s)), a new moleskin, some purple ink for my fountain pen. Way my budget is going, probably be the last. Or might even just be KFC! Lol
Been a while since I did a ate an icecream, watched a movie post like this, isnt it? Lol. I really amuse myself ... like I am seperate, watching, and I am so f amused ... the games, the lies, the deceptions, misery, the heartbreak, the euphoria, the blankness, the lazyness, the energy ... Always said I am not at all Scorp-ish, but in this one thing I am ... I vacillate from extreme to extreme, never slowing at the centres. Can be very disconcerting if you're watching. Or amusing. Depending on how much distance you keep. I'd advice lots.
Its raining down an orchestra on the tin roof of the gallery outside my window. So many different surfaces surround this space, the glass, the concrete, the tin ... it makes for beuatiful listening when it rains. And that always reminds me of that
scene (@ first sight) ... which reminds me of him ... and which reminds me of how he played my beloved, beloved James. I didnt see that movie forever bcz I was scared of spoiling it, scared that it would be awful. And then, like these things go, I saw it one day ... and it blew my mind.
The stars hang low and polished after a long nights rain. To paraphrase, I dont want them now.
I'll leave you with a very bad bad bad version of an awesome awesome awesome song by (the version i like is ben harper but i couldnt find it to link) ...
Originally Posted at Prerona.
KANK
Have a desperate itch to watch KANK again! Damn, I loved that movie. I could have lived without some of the frills, but the
rest ... what was it about the her, about them, that made me feel like someone had been spying when i wasnt looking. More than that. So close to home, and so f faithfully handled.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
rest ... what was it about the her, about them, that made me feel like someone had been spying when i wasnt looking. More than that. So close to home, and so f faithfully handled.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Pain
i dont have that kind of words
how do you draw in a few syllables
or many, a picture of a black hole?
or emptiness, or a desert?
i saw you in my dreams again
alive, smiling, soft
is it really so out of proportions
whats the correct length mourning?
how decides these things?
who lays down the laws
whom we can love, how and how much
and the ways in which we can die
i felt your smile around me
softly, u drew me in
these memories are like a soft edged knife
smoothly slides in and hammers out again
suddenly i'm out of breath
inside i'm screaming
outside there's just a distant look
in my eye, that passes when u look this way
yes, i'm learning the lessons life's been teaching
now i leave quietly through the backdoors
pristine honesty, contracts of love, santa claus and forever
now i know they're just dreams
its one of those times again
soon, i know, it will pass
for now i can only wait
till the pain recedes to a dull ache again
how do you draw in a few syllables
or many, a picture of a black hole?
or emptiness, or a desert?
i saw you in my dreams again
alive, smiling, soft
is it really so out of proportions
whats the correct length mourning?
how decides these things?
who lays down the laws
whom we can love, how and how much
and the ways in which we can die
i felt your smile around me
softly, u drew me in
these memories are like a soft edged knife
smoothly slides in and hammers out again
suddenly i'm out of breath
inside i'm screaming
outside there's just a distant look
in my eye, that passes when u look this way
yes, i'm learning the lessons life's been teaching
now i leave quietly through the backdoors
pristine honesty, contracts of love, santa claus and forever
now i know they're just dreams
its one of those times again
soon, i know, it will pass
for now i can only wait
till the pain recedes to a dull ache again
Dreams
Two mins my eyes shut
and i had the most awesome nightmare
she called me and pulled my hand
and we were back home again!
and from the other room i heard ur voice
u said, "ki korchhish tora duto te te mile,
dosshi. did ke porte dao. ekei to kichhu pore na
koto koshto kore tomaader baba porachhe"
and i had that funny floating up feeling
like i get sometimes in my sleep
like i am awake and floating
and i floted to ur room
the bed was in the old place
and u were in it
i touched u
ur legs werent cold
soft warm albaster skin
and i ouched ur little toe
and it was whole again
no more sore skin
and i called ur name
and u frowned at me as if to say
abar paglami korchhish!
as if to say yeah! so?
like u had been there all along
and u said, so many things
and i kept asking pointed questions
trying to hint at the unsaid
like amaar oshukh hoyechhilo,
tumi jaannte? ki kore jaanle
and u said keno baar baar
oi shob kotha kotha tuchhish?
chhere de na. bhule ja
yeah right. but i couldnt see ur face
at one point it was distored
into boudi's face
is she there with u? omg
u were made at me
but u were there
i woke up screaming ur name
please come back again
and i had the most awesome nightmare
she called me and pulled my hand
and we were back home again!
and from the other room i heard ur voice
u said, "ki korchhish tora duto te te mile,
dosshi. did ke porte dao. ekei to kichhu pore na
koto koshto kore tomaader baba porachhe"
and i had that funny floating up feeling
like i get sometimes in my sleep
like i am awake and floating
and i floted to ur room
the bed was in the old place
and u were in it
i touched u
ur legs werent cold
soft warm albaster skin
and i ouched ur little toe
and it was whole again
no more sore skin
and i called ur name
and u frowned at me as if to say
abar paglami korchhish!
as if to say yeah! so?
like u had been there all along
and u said, so many things
and i kept asking pointed questions
trying to hint at the unsaid
like amaar oshukh hoyechhilo,
tumi jaannte? ki kore jaanle
and u said keno baar baar
oi shob kotha kotha tuchhish?
chhere de na. bhule ja
yeah right. but i couldnt see ur face
at one point it was distored
into boudi's face
is she there with u? omg
u were made at me
but u were there
i woke up screaming ur name
please come back again
Time
it only takes nothing
you do nothing, and yet
you make my heart flip
round and round, and faster
it only takes nothing
you do nothing, and yet
i wish this moment would never end
because i never knew one so perfect
anyway, far from liking you,
i dont even know ur middle name
isnt it strange then
that i u drop in to my mind again
should i bother to dispel it
should i worry about it being wrong
should i bother about my safety
or more importantly, yours?
i almost cannot bear to
its a lazy tired feeling
like coming home, to a home
a mad day had made me forget
i want to let it be
it's only for a while
its trapped in this moment
i want to freeze this moment in time
you do nothing, and yet
you make my heart flip
round and round, and faster
it only takes nothing
you do nothing, and yet
i wish this moment would never end
because i never knew one so perfect
anyway, far from liking you,
i dont even know ur middle name
isnt it strange then
that i u drop in to my mind again
should i bother to dispel it
should i worry about it being wrong
should i bother about my safety
or more importantly, yours?
i almost cannot bear to
its a lazy tired feeling
like coming home, to a home
a mad day had made me forget
i want to let it be
it's only for a while
its trapped in this moment
i want to freeze this moment in time
Still Dead
sometimes ur sad, but you're ok
and at other times,
sadness has a scary edge of desperation to it
and you feel like u might just be drowning
slipping into some deep dark place inside you
and u break into pieces, each watching all the others
one wanting to dive in and swim in the dark,
find the heart of the night
and another, scared, wanting the light
and another, that died or was never born,
and couldnt care one way or another
and while u slide, u panic
and u want to reach out
when i slide there's no one
i'd dare to hold on to
that i wouldnt pull them in
or be burnt by the grip
exchanging,
one well for another
but thats why
when i walk by a well, or bog
i stretch my arms out and hold on tight
and pull whenever
and once ashore
i let go
but sometimes thats not
just what they were after
as a price for ur wanting to make them happy
they want ur soul
443 days
443 nights
443 notches on the side of ur grave
ur stubborn indifference
makes me hate
anyone who dares to give me love instead
ur still, cold, grey, body,
and ur dancing eyes in my dreams
make me want to kill
anyone who dares to live instead
oceans of mustard seeds wouldnt help
attics full of corpses wouldnt help
lifetimes of love and joy, wouldnt help
bcz u'd still be dead
as always i hurt myself to hurt u
i open it up and it all spills out
i dont want nothing of urs, so i let it spill
bitch
come back
ill grind out the one u loved
ill never let her smile again
if u want her at all
come back
and at other times,
sadness has a scary edge of desperation to it
and you feel like u might just be drowning
slipping into some deep dark place inside you
and u break into pieces, each watching all the others
one wanting to dive in and swim in the dark,
find the heart of the night
and another, scared, wanting the light
and another, that died or was never born,
and couldnt care one way or another
and while u slide, u panic
and u want to reach out
when i slide there's no one
i'd dare to hold on to
that i wouldnt pull them in
or be burnt by the grip
exchanging,
one well for another
but thats why
when i walk by a well, or bog
i stretch my arms out and hold on tight
and pull whenever
and once ashore
i let go
but sometimes thats not
just what they were after
as a price for ur wanting to make them happy
they want ur soul
443 days
443 nights
443 notches on the side of ur grave
ur stubborn indifference
makes me hate
anyone who dares to give me love instead
ur still, cold, grey, body,
and ur dancing eyes in my dreams
make me want to kill
anyone who dares to live instead
oceans of mustard seeds wouldnt help
attics full of corpses wouldnt help
lifetimes of love and joy, wouldnt help
bcz u'd still be dead
as always i hurt myself to hurt u
i open it up and it all spills out
i dont want nothing of urs, so i let it spill
bitch
come back
ill grind out the one u loved
ill never let her smile again
if u want her at all
come back
This is how it feels
to be sitting on a mistake worth about 30,0000 pounds, and 1 working year, and a lifetime's opportunity. But then I have years of expertise in making worst decisions in any given scenario ;0)
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
most people
most people, like being loved.
most people, want to be happy.
most people, like themselves, for the most part.
most people, dont think there are more imp things than happiness and fun.
most people, dont find hurting people so unbearable, and then do it all the same.
most people, dont get mad, and punch the wall
most people, dont come home with bleeding hands
most people, can cry buckets without a sign
most people, dont get swollen red eyes
most people, dont hate themselves.
most people, arent torn by regret.
most people, arent fencing angst.
most people, dont care so much about meaning.
most people, arent turtured by guilt.
most people, have brown eyes.
most people, like to smile.
most people, arent on dangerous drugs. like reflection, hunger and giving up.
most people, learn to forget.
most people, forgive themselves.
most people, arent looking for perfection. without, or within.
most people, dont despise most of their fellow men.
most people, arent ugly within.
most people, arent racing against an image in their heads.
most people, arent shadow boxing the dead.
most people, are quite sane.
most people, are quite happy to be like that.
most people, dont know how lucky they are.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
most people, want to be happy.
most people, like themselves, for the most part.
most people, dont think there are more imp things than happiness and fun.
most people, dont find hurting people so unbearable, and then do it all the same.
most people, dont get mad, and punch the wall
most people, dont come home with bleeding hands
most people, can cry buckets without a sign
most people, dont get swollen red eyes
most people, dont hate themselves.
most people, arent torn by regret.
most people, arent fencing angst.
most people, dont care so much about meaning.
most people, arent turtured by guilt.
most people, have brown eyes.
most people, like to smile.
most people, arent on dangerous drugs. like reflection, hunger and giving up.
most people, learn to forget.
most people, forgive themselves.
most people, arent looking for perfection. without, or within.
most people, dont despise most of their fellow men.
most people, arent ugly within.
most people, arent racing against an image in their heads.
most people, arent shadow boxing the dead.
most people, are quite sane.
most people, are quite happy to be like that.
most people, dont know how lucky they are.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
a pot of clay
u seduce me,
with my reflection
in ur head;
into being
something i am not.
but its only for a while,
just a dance and i'm gone.
though you want to,
you cannot hold me.
though i want to,
i cannot stay.
cant hold the pose,
the alien shape,
i could stay,
but not alive.
u dont want the way i am.
u want to trap me;
hold me in ur pores,
in ur unchanging shape,
firm,
brittle;
but i am fluid,
i am free,
and i need to breathe
and flow, unfettered.
i may be damned
but its only for a while.
u can hold me inside
but i'll escape, seep out & hide.
so i evaporate,
float up with the winds, away;
and ur left,
bereft,
twisted out of shape
& with hole inside,
which ur trying to hide
Originally Posted at Prerona.
with my reflection
in ur head;
into being
something i am not.
but its only for a while,
just a dance and i'm gone.
though you want to,
you cannot hold me.
though i want to,
i cannot stay.
cant hold the pose,
the alien shape,
i could stay,
but not alive.
u dont want the way i am.
u want to trap me;
hold me in ur pores,
in ur unchanging shape,
firm,
brittle;
but i am fluid,
i am free,
and i need to breathe
and flow, unfettered.
i may be damned
but its only for a while.
u can hold me inside
but i'll escape, seep out & hide.
so i evaporate,
float up with the winds, away;
and ur left,
bereft,
twisted out of shape
& with hole inside,
which ur trying to hide
Originally Posted at Prerona.
A Pot of Clay
You seduce me
with my reflection
in ur head
into being
something i am not
but its only for a while
just one dance and i'm gone
though you want to
you cant hold me
though i want to
i cant stay
i cant hold the pose
this alien shape
i can stay
but not alive
u dont want me as i am
u want to trap me
hold me in ur pores
in ur unchanging shape
firm
brittle
but i am fluid
i am free
and i need to breathe
and flow, unfettered
i may be damned
but only for a while
u can hold me inside
but i'll escape, seep out
so i evaporate
float up with the winds
and ur left
bereft
twisted out of shape
with hole inside
trying to hide
with my reflection
in ur head
into being
something i am not
but its only for a while
just one dance and i'm gone
though you want to
you cant hold me
though i want to
i cant stay
i cant hold the pose
this alien shape
i can stay
but not alive
u dont want me as i am
u want to trap me
hold me in ur pores
in ur unchanging shape
firm
brittle
but i am fluid
i am free
and i need to breathe
and flow, unfettered
i may be damned
but only for a while
u can hold me inside
but i'll escape, seep out
so i evaporate
float up with the winds
and ur left
bereft
twisted out of shape
with hole inside
trying to hide
Dead
what can i say?
however far you run,
life gets a hold of you
and brings you back
once more
face to face with your nightmares
your destiny
everyone is different
everyone's the same
loving circles,
of words and arms
stifling close
brittle euphoria
liquor spiced
whichever gods u choose
whichever feet you find
to kneel at
will melt in pools of weak clay
and soft sweet sickly sympathy
is all ur destined to feel
there are
no gods to worship
or maybe
the pedestals too rocky
and high
the world shifts
and re adjusts
around u
in a circle of laughing dwarfs
who only want to hide
crouching low, small shallow minds
firm resolve
not to look outside
their games, groups and tribes
poke clumsy fingers
wounds of agony
inexpertly bandaged
waiting for time to bring
enough scar tissue
to hide
and seal
on word
u casually speak
that means so much
such a big deal
unuttered for 442 days
is carelessly laughed away
bcz i know ur dead
for the world, anyway
i open hands
i crack them on stone
it comes out
all ur stuff
and i dont want it anymore
i want it to evaporate
go up in smoke
like u
chase after
bcz i know ur there
somewhere
however far you run,
life gets a hold of you
and brings you back
once more
face to face with your nightmares
your destiny
everyone is different
everyone's the same
loving circles,
of words and arms
stifling close
brittle euphoria
liquor spiced
whichever gods u choose
whichever feet you find
to kneel at
will melt in pools of weak clay
and soft sweet sickly sympathy
is all ur destined to feel
there are
no gods to worship
or maybe
the pedestals too rocky
and high
the world shifts
and re adjusts
around u
in a circle of laughing dwarfs
who only want to hide
crouching low, small shallow minds
firm resolve
not to look outside
their games, groups and tribes
poke clumsy fingers
wounds of agony
inexpertly bandaged
waiting for time to bring
enough scar tissue
to hide
and seal
on word
u casually speak
that means so much
such a big deal
unuttered for 442 days
is carelessly laughed away
bcz i know ur dead
for the world, anyway
i open hands
i crack them on stone
it comes out
all ur stuff
and i dont want it anymore
i want it to evaporate
go up in smoke
like u
chase after
bcz i know ur there
somewhere
dead
what can i say?
however far you run,
life gets a hold of you
and brings you back
once more
face to face with your nightmares
your destiny
everyone is different
everyone's the same
loving circles,
of words and arms
stifling close
brittle euphoria
liquor spiced
whichever gods u choose
whichever feet you find
to kneel at
will melt in pools of weak clay
and soft sweet sickly sympathy
is all ur destined to feel
there are
no gods to worship
or maybe
the pedestals too rocky
and high
the world shifts
and re adjusts
around u
in a circle of laughing dwarfs
who only want to hide
crouching low, small shallow minds
firm resolve
not to look outside
their games, groups and tribes
poke clumsy fingers
wounds of agony
inexpertly bandaged
waiting for time to bring
enough scar tissue
to hide
and seal
on word
u casually speak
that means so much
such a big deal
unuttered for 442 days
is carelessly laughed away
bcz i know ur dead
for the world, anyway
i open hands
i crack them on stone
it comes out
all ur stuff
and i dont want it anymore
i want it to evaporate
go up in smoke
like u
chase after
bcz i know ur there
somewhere
Originally Posted at Prerona.
however far you run,
life gets a hold of you
and brings you back
once more
face to face with your nightmares
your destiny
everyone is different
everyone's the same
loving circles,
of words and arms
stifling close
brittle euphoria
liquor spiced
whichever gods u choose
whichever feet you find
to kneel at
will melt in pools of weak clay
and soft sweet sickly sympathy
is all ur destined to feel
there are
no gods to worship
or maybe
the pedestals too rocky
and high
the world shifts
and re adjusts
around u
in a circle of laughing dwarfs
who only want to hide
crouching low, small shallow minds
firm resolve
not to look outside
their games, groups and tribes
poke clumsy fingers
wounds of agony
inexpertly bandaged
waiting for time to bring
enough scar tissue
to hide
and seal
on word
u casually speak
that means so much
such a big deal
unuttered for 442 days
is carelessly laughed away
bcz i know ur dead
for the world, anyway
i open hands
i crack them on stone
it comes out
all ur stuff
and i dont want it anymore
i want it to evaporate
go up in smoke
like u
chase after
bcz i know ur there
somewhere
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Every Little Piece of my Heart (almost)
Calling Madcap
I've stood here for so long, at the fringes of your world. From my beginning, I have been yours. From the first time our eyes met, the first time my heart beat, from the first time you smiled, I was crazy.
Seven years, it took me, to gather my wits. To break the spell, and chase the sorcerer. Three years to cross the seven seas. Now I'm at your door, finally.
I'm calling in everyway I know. Please, my love, hear me. I'll be good for you. I'll be good to you, please, baby, dont deny me.
At the doorstep, in the cold, in the rain, in your cold land. The temple gates are locked and sealed, the priests with the keys wont understand. The King is in his parlour, far far away. The Bishop's off, to foreign lands, searching for new prey. They've changed your name, to better hide you. Why are they afraid? Work some magic, walk one step; baby, come and get me. I was born, just to love you, without "us", what's the point ...
Seven years, it took me, to gather my wits. To break the spell, and chase the sorcerer. Three years to cross the seven seas. Now I'm at your door, finally.
I'm calling in everyway I know. Please, my love, hear me. I'll be good for you. I'll be good to you, please, baby, dont deny me.
At the doorstep, in the cold, in the rain, in your cold land. The temple gates are locked and sealed, the priests with the keys wont understand. The King is in his parlour, far far away. The Bishop's off, to foreign lands, searching for new prey. They've changed your name, to better hide you. Why are they afraid? Work some magic, walk one step; baby, come and get me. I was born, just to love you, without "us", what's the point ...
he
it was about 3 AM; the last frontiers of the night. it was still dark, no moon tonight. In the darkness, everything had turned grey all around.
He sat on steps, and he could feel the cold from the bare steps below him, creeping up his body like cold fingers. He just stared into the darkness; and with frayed fingernails, he scratched out pieces of his soul.
the bird, or whatever it was, came out of iron fence, in front of him. He just looked down for a minute, and next minute, as he looked up, it was swooping straight at him. for a moment he thought it was a big piece of black cloth in the wind, but as it got closer he could see its eyes. They were like stone, with a glimmer that seemed to capture the last dregs of the flourescent light that lay around. Before he could finish the thought, it was in his face, and then gone, like it had hit bang into a wall and dissapeared.
he
http://www.youngpersons-railcard.co.uk/downloads/YP06W.pdf
Originally Posted at Prerona.
He sat on steps, and he could feel the cold from the bare steps below him, creeping up his body like cold fingers. He just stared into the darkness; and with frayed fingernails, he scratched out pieces of his soul.
the bird, or whatever it was, came out of iron fence, in front of him. He just looked down for a minute, and next minute, as he looked up, it was swooping straight at him. for a moment he thought it was a big piece of black cloth in the wind, but as it got closer he could see its eyes. They were like stone, with a glimmer that seemed to capture the last dregs of the flourescent light that lay around. Before he could finish the thought, it was in his face, and then gone, like it had hit bang into a wall and dissapeared.
he
http://www.youngpersons-railcard.co.uk/downloads/YP06W.pdf
Originally Posted at Prerona.
This blog
is becoming like an old old much loved, dog eared love. I'm struggling to renew our lines of communication. I am trying every language, nuance, tone I know, to get through. I am trying to ignore, or limit, the call of the new, fresher, fleetingly startlingly, honester and and more beautiful. Will I succed? That was never my forte. To say the least. I can hold on to only so many dead.
I dont want to let you go, just walk away, but I'm groping for the connection we had, or so I'd thought, but you just wont help me. I think of a million things, but when we're face to face, I cant find that voice again, in which havent talked, in an age. I'm reaching out. I'm struggling with the strings of this mask, that you and me and time built. Help me. I want to be your friend again.
I still love you, like my own, like a part of me, you are still my friend. I'm talking to you, do you hear me?
Originally posted: 7th Dec 2005. And still no joy :)
Originally Posted at Prerona.
I dont want to let you go, just walk away, but I'm groping for the connection we had, or so I'd thought, but you just wont help me. I think of a million things, but when we're face to face, I cant find that voice again, in which havent talked, in an age. I'm reaching out. I'm struggling with the strings of this mask, that you and me and time built. Help me. I want to be your friend again.
I still love you, like my own, like a part of me, you are still my friend. I'm talking to you, do you hear me?
Originally posted: 7th Dec 2005. And still no joy :)
Originally Posted at Prerona.
night sea
i woke up from a dream
with a song in my head
wearing a smile
a little sunshine, in my mind
i wasnt looking
i was a bit lost in the unfamilar feeling
i must have forgotten,
my caution under my pillow
i'm sorry if i spoke out loud
the voices in my head
i'm sorry if i laughed out loud
or smiled at you that way
did i say i care
sometimes it doesnt last
did i say i like you
its probably not too much
but dont go trusting me, sweet child
i'll just break ur heart
and dont love me too much,
i'll tear you apart
i'm so scared of hurting you
because thats what i do
i'm falling, into the blackhole in my head,
and if u reach out, to save me, ill pull u in too
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Originally uploaded by prerona.
OST: This, or This?
but sometimes, when the moon dances on the sea
i go down to the beach,
and hear the waves rustling on the rocks
while the lighthouse spins uselessly,
i go back to yesterday
feel u with me again
in the darkness, i can hear u
whisper to me
i scrawl our names
with a twig, in the sand
and another wave, playfully
wipes it out, and we end again
Originally Posted at Prerona.
with a song in my head
wearing a smile
a little sunshine, in my mind
i wasnt looking
i was a bit lost in the unfamilar feeling
i must have forgotten,
my caution under my pillow
i'm sorry if i spoke out loud
the voices in my head
i'm sorry if i laughed out loud
or smiled at you that way
did i say i care
sometimes it doesnt last
did i say i like you
its probably not too much
but dont go trusting me, sweet child
i'll just break ur heart
and dont love me too much,
i'll tear you apart
i'm so scared of hurting you
because thats what i do
i'm falling, into the blackhole in my head,
and if u reach out, to save me, ill pull u in too
DSC01971
Originally uploaded by prerona.
OST: This, or This?
but sometimes, when the moon dances on the sea
i go down to the beach,
and hear the waves rustling on the rocks
while the lighthouse spins uselessly,
i go back to yesterday
feel u with me again
in the darkness, i can hear u
whisper to me
i scrawl our names
with a twig, in the sand
and another wave, playfully
wipes it out, and we end again
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Hollow
the melted copper moon
trickles down
the black night
and gathers in a puddle
on the floor
in a corner
of my room.
a test a tear,
and wonder if its too soon.
in the darkness
the minutes march
marking time
as it slips away.
somewhere, you wander too
where are you?
there's a place,
by the sea.
black stone walls
strewn around.
there is spray,
dancing in a moonbeam
and the silence of darkness,
full and heavy in my hand.
i remember the feel
of gravelly wet sand
i remember the hum of the waves
i remember the rythms of
Originally Posted at Prerona.
trickles down
the black night
and gathers in a puddle
on the floor
in a corner
of my room.
a test a tear,
and wonder if its too soon.
in the darkness
the minutes march
marking time
as it slips away.
somewhere, you wander too
where are you?
there's a place,
by the sea.
black stone walls
strewn around.
there is spray,
dancing in a moonbeam
and the silence of darkness,
full and heavy in my hand.
i remember the feel
of gravelly wet sand
i remember the hum of the waves
i remember the rythms of
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Lives
from salisbury craig
Originally uploaded by prerona.
you watch his life,
the one you didnt choose,
spread out in front of you
cluttering the desk,
and you dont why
you suddenly want to cry,
you feel empty and cold.
its like someone walked over your grave.
and you dont know how.
and you dont know why.
questions bubble up inside.
there so much to ask
so much to hide.
did he miss anything,
was it allright,
was he able to handle the price;
the one, you thought you couldnt afford, when you walked away.
because you're still scared of death,
of the second hand half kind;
bcz techincally, you were still one,
the weaning yet to be done.
and he's so casually brave.
you still shiver and shudder and wait for the night
when in dreams you're whole again;
and in daylight, with dead-grip
hold on to goodcheer and painted smiles.
though now and then, sometimes you forget.
OST: Knife
gyle_bustop_man_walks
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Madcap Calling
For a while, I had forgotten you. When you came knocking at my window last night, you made me jump. Yes, I had forgotten all about you, for a while. Isnt it strange how strong this bond is? Though I was never yours, and you were never mine. Yet, we always knew, you and I, there was something unknown pulling us to eachother. I flirted with you, but stayed at the edges. I could no less resist the deep, dark force of that attraction, than I could let go of the ledge of my world, at whose very edge I crouched. I hung on, for all I was worth. When you came too close, I closed my eyes to hide. When you went too far, I came after you again. And we danced.
I'm sorry. It must have been such a terrible thing to do; but I was scared of you. I watched fascinated, every star you plucked, every life you lived, every form you took. Each dizzyingly bright, heartbreakingly dark. I watched, breathless, as you swung them and up and you danced. The dizzying heights. The lurching swings. The bravery, The greatness, The heroism, The Scale, The mastery ... and in the end they gave in to you, almost all. (All but him. How he fought! You still scrape ur chalk on his window, while I watch, but he keeps fighting on) You flew them to the skies, made the whole world change, while you held their hands, but they never come back again. Almost all.
So spectacular, the visions, the sounds, the dreams; yet I was scared to let go of the simple, the normal, the ordinary. My little life. Maybe a little faded and dull, maybe a small, maybe boring, day in day out, maybe laced with regret, as I kissed my pillow goodnight, but my own, safe and simple life.
I never got closer to you than that. To gasp at you dancing with your latest bright star. And a part of me wished I could go along, on the magic carpet ride, like a child, kneeling at a window looking out at the magic silver snow, on a indigo night; but I was scared of the dark.
I'm reading her again. That was the best song. You whispered in my ears, that stones to wings, and you flew her through the skies; painting clouds with the ink around her eyes, which you wiped. And I know I'll listen to him tonight. His picture's here, is right by my side. Red and Blue and Purple; With the guitars, locked doors, and black ringed eyes. When the music was over, did you turn out the lights?
Yet, you never let me go completely. Every now and then you're back; at night. You stay a few days and go away again. And every now and then I see you smile; behind my eyes. And I at night I'm torn between the fear that you'll come calling me and that you'll never come for me again.
I'm sorry. It must have been such a terrible thing to do; but I was scared of you. I watched fascinated, every star you plucked, every life you lived, every form you took. Each dizzyingly bright, heartbreakingly dark. I watched, breathless, as you swung them and up and you danced. The dizzying heights. The lurching swings. The bravery, The greatness, The heroism, The Scale, The mastery ... and in the end they gave in to you, almost all. (All but him. How he fought! You still scrape ur chalk on his window, while I watch, but he keeps fighting on) You flew them to the skies, made the whole world change, while you held their hands, but they never come back again. Almost all.
So spectacular, the visions, the sounds, the dreams; yet I was scared to let go of the simple, the normal, the ordinary. My little life. Maybe a little faded and dull, maybe a small, maybe boring, day in day out, maybe laced with regret, as I kissed my pillow goodnight, but my own, safe and simple life.
I never got closer to you than that. To gasp at you dancing with your latest bright star. And a part of me wished I could go along, on the magic carpet ride, like a child, kneeling at a window looking out at the magic silver snow, on a indigo night; but I was scared of the dark.
I'm reading her again. That was the best song. You whispered in my ears, that stones to wings, and you flew her through the skies; painting clouds with the ink around her eyes, which you wiped. And I know I'll listen to him tonight. His picture's here, is right by my side. Red and Blue and Purple; With the guitars, locked doors, and black ringed eyes. When the music was over, did you turn out the lights?
Yet, you never let me go completely. Every now and then you're back; at night. You stay a few days and go away again. And every now and then I see you smile; behind my eyes. And I at night I'm torn between the fear that you'll come calling me and that you'll never come for me again.
Sky, Rain and Sea
Once again, I'm living in a room on the roof; sort of. So when it rains, the three voices rise up, entwining, in a dancing melody, the wind, the rain on the glass and the rain on the tin roof. The small room becomes a rain hugged shell. The glass that stands between me and the rain, swims in the water and changes face, smiling. Far away, the same rythm beats on the sea skin, and digs holes in the sand. The sky swirls with patterns of grey, blue and pink. The winds sing cheerful, happy melodies, as it waves the sun goodbye.
"And far from flying high, in the clear blue skies,
I'm spiralling down, to the hole in the ground, where I hide."
Here now, with her, I revisit this old thought from june 2006 and it makes me want to laugh. Isnt it ironic?
Its been a swinging weekend. Its swung between sunshine, and rain, like the sky playing games and laughing at itself. I went downstairs earlier, and I watched as a bright yellow balloon, just a little deflated, danced round in circles with a bright blue plastic bag and a worm-hole-ridden grey-brown leaf; playing games in the small whirlpool the breeze made.
At other times it rained. And it was a quiet weekend. All the better to hear the rain. I had a large pile of work to be done, but the sky playing games distracted me. I spoke to her after ages. On messenger. Thank God for messenger. I discovered the funny feelings I'd been having since midweek were right! Strange. I'd heard twins have that: put one through a pinprick and the other one feels the pain, as well. Maybe its just DNA. Maybe its just habit. Its been so long. I put up a printed picture of us on my alarm clock. It must be the first ever: all 4 of us together. We all look so innocent and happy. That makes me smile.
What is it that life writes for us? Is there a destiny, in ink or pencil? Do we trace patterns, already drawn and fixed, tied forever to our paths? Os is there a way out? Because though it all dulls and dims, as time strenghthens immunities, and perfects masks, there's still the ennui.
And still we are stubbornly happy. Grinning in the face of life; Still standing tall, all of us; And sharing drinks, And midnight snacks, bartering insults and and soul deep cuts and late night nightmares and love stories; and I love you's; Still we go on living; and still we go on loving.
Some pictures and lessons stay engraved in your mind. Warnings. Ecstacies. Fears. Though we may not have lived them first hand. What I always remember is Thornbirds, 'the Gods are jeaous Meggie. dont love so much. dont be so happy'. And I live in fear of Their anger. I've had close calls enough.
Or are we just slaves to who we are, forever. Chained to the balls of our many loves and our many selves. All the ifs and if only's come and entwine at that one point. This was me. This is the life that I led. Would I have changed one second of it?
On a rainy Sunday afternoon, like today, I sit on my bed, with the patchwork quilt, with the rain drumming patterns on the window outside, I bring out the old tattered box again, of memories and broken bits and saved pieces and spare selves. Who will I be today? Next week? Next year? Which ones will I keep or throw away?
Originally Posted at Prerona.
"And far from flying high, in the clear blue skies,
I'm spiralling down, to the hole in the ground, where I hide."
Here now, with her, I revisit this old thought from june 2006 and it makes me want to laugh. Isnt it ironic?
Its been a swinging weekend. Its swung between sunshine, and rain, like the sky playing games and laughing at itself. I went downstairs earlier, and I watched as a bright yellow balloon, just a little deflated, danced round in circles with a bright blue plastic bag and a worm-hole-ridden grey-brown leaf; playing games in the small whirlpool the breeze made.
At other times it rained. And it was a quiet weekend. All the better to hear the rain. I had a large pile of work to be done, but the sky playing games distracted me. I spoke to her after ages. On messenger. Thank God for messenger. I discovered the funny feelings I'd been having since midweek were right! Strange. I'd heard twins have that: put one through a pinprick and the other one feels the pain, as well. Maybe its just DNA. Maybe its just habit. Its been so long. I put up a printed picture of us on my alarm clock. It must be the first ever: all 4 of us together. We all look so innocent and happy. That makes me smile.
What is it that life writes for us? Is there a destiny, in ink or pencil? Do we trace patterns, already drawn and fixed, tied forever to our paths? Os is there a way out? Because though it all dulls and dims, as time strenghthens immunities, and perfects masks, there's still the ennui.
And still we are stubbornly happy. Grinning in the face of life; Still standing tall, all of us; And sharing drinks, And midnight snacks, bartering insults and and soul deep cuts and late night nightmares and love stories; and I love you's; Still we go on living; and still we go on loving.
Some pictures and lessons stay engraved in your mind. Warnings. Ecstacies. Fears. Though we may not have lived them first hand. What I always remember is Thornbirds, 'the Gods are jeaous Meggie. dont love so much. dont be so happy'. And I live in fear of Their anger. I've had close calls enough.
Or are we just slaves to who we are, forever. Chained to the balls of our many loves and our many selves. All the ifs and if only's come and entwine at that one point. This was me. This is the life that I led. Would I have changed one second of it?
On a rainy Sunday afternoon, like today, I sit on my bed, with the patchwork quilt, with the rain drumming patterns on the window outside, I bring out the old tattered box again, of memories and broken bits and saved pieces and spare selves. Who will I be today? Next week? Next year? Which ones will I keep or throw away?
Originally Posted at Prerona.
"Rahi na taqat-e-guftaar, Aur agar ho bhi, toh kis ummeed se kahiye ke aarzoo kya hai"
Whenever i run out of words, i come back to Ghalib. He's just said it all. Outside, its an almost full moon. The air is just cool enough to be crisp. Part of me was worried about coming back here, out in the cold again, but its fine; uptil now. Like the man on the roller-coaster, I keep bracing for the lurch just round the corner, but it never comes. Life swerves, and twists, and squeezes, but at night when you close your eyes, your fine.
I have an awful habit, disguised as a blessing. If I have to be somewhere, my mind will talk itself into thinking I love it; and I would have hated it any other way. At first glance, thats great, bcz it keeps you satisfied. However, the self deception is so complete, that I actually forget I liked any other place. I had forgotten how social I am. I thought I hated company. Now I know I am crazy about it. I appreciate my solitude, yes; but I'm crazy about people; I still have to figure out how to deal with them, however.
Like babies. I'm crazy about them, but I am awful with them. Give me a baby and I'll make it cry. With every new person I meet, I keep worrying if I'm being to friendly. Its okay with strangers in a train, or at a busstop, or at the water cooler (yes I have so many friends I made that way), but its harder with people who you meet all the time. How do you know when you're coming on to strong? Does it matter if they really like you? People have always been far nicer to me than I have deserved. Sometimes it makes me feel a bit like a fraud. A bit incredulous, perhaps.
I wrote to all the clubs I wanted to join. I think I'll give the rowing a skip for a while. I've done that for so long, maybe try something new. Thats the best part about being a student again, right? I'd love to play rugby again. Properly this time. I doubt I'd be able to, though. I want to start running again, but there's hardly anytime. I love the golf, but its not enough, somehow. If the mountaineering club works, it would be amazing, but I saw the pics on the website and it looks awfully hard. I did join the CogSoc and I will join the Philophy Soc
DSC04206
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Ever noticed how sometimes we get sad without a reason? Maybe there is a reason but its hiding in some dark corner of your head. I had a big pruple wave building up for the last few days. It kept coming at me and getting bigger and bigger as it approached. Then after a while, it just falls off. Maybe its like the moisture gathers and gathers till it gets too heavy and just rains down on you. Or sometimes its the smallest of things that can set it off. Gtalk, for instance :)
Sometimes the words and feelings grow heavy inside you and there's nowhere you could, or could bear to, take it out. Sometimes, your just light and airy like a fluffy white cloud; filled with rain waiting to happen; but glowing in the sunlight, for now. Sometimes, you desperately want to talk, but you tick of everyone you know in ur head and there's just noone that fits both bills. Perhaps I am just too possesive about myself. Why do we take ourselves so seriously? One lifetime ... its so fleeting in the scale of things. We live, breed, die. Who the f cares what great thoughts we thought or what we achieved. And yet we are so hungry for heights. Like the song goes, eto chaoa niye kotha jai?
My hair is all falling out. Whats left has totally freaked out too. I miss my hair. I miss my brains too, though I can almost not remember that far back now. But jokes apart, I miss reading. I mean fiction. With so many papers and notes to read, I find I barely read anymore. I was reading an old old mb, which I do when I really need a break from serious stuff, and I have been reading it for the last 2 weeks! I usually finish them in one sitting! Last decent book I read was God of Small Things and it blew my mind. One of the blurbs on the cover I think said something like 'never again will a single story be told like its the only one'. Very Roarkesq. But it was a bit like that. Maybe its killed my appetite for crap. I have a craving to reread Steppenwolf. It would be interesting to see how I'd feel about it now. Another one I have been missing, is the hours, one of the favourites.
I havent been listening to much music, either. 2 bands I discovered and have just gone crazy about are Live and Fossil. Specially the latter. So lately, I've just been listening to 'Dekho Manabi' and I'm still hung up on 'O Saathi Re'. But with the latter, I dont know if its just the song, or the whole 'dream'.
Sometimes I think this blog is slowing down, growing old. I hardly get the words I used to. I dont like this kind of post. Which is not to say anything bad about this kind of post (why am i so pc all the time?) but its just that I dont enjoy reading them when I come back later. So I usually delete them. I only keep the ones I enjoy coming back to. Maybe thats really selfish, but I think its okay.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
I have an awful habit, disguised as a blessing. If I have to be somewhere, my mind will talk itself into thinking I love it; and I would have hated it any other way. At first glance, thats great, bcz it keeps you satisfied. However, the self deception is so complete, that I actually forget I liked any other place. I had forgotten how social I am. I thought I hated company. Now I know I am crazy about it. I appreciate my solitude, yes; but I'm crazy about people; I still have to figure out how to deal with them, however.
Like babies. I'm crazy about them, but I am awful with them. Give me a baby and I'll make it cry. With every new person I meet, I keep worrying if I'm being to friendly. Its okay with strangers in a train, or at a busstop, or at the water cooler (yes I have so many friends I made that way), but its harder with people who you meet all the time. How do you know when you're coming on to strong? Does it matter if they really like you? People have always been far nicer to me than I have deserved. Sometimes it makes me feel a bit like a fraud. A bit incredulous, perhaps.
I wrote to all the clubs I wanted to join. I think I'll give the rowing a skip for a while. I've done that for so long, maybe try something new. Thats the best part about being a student again, right? I'd love to play rugby again. Properly this time. I doubt I'd be able to, though. I want to start running again, but there's hardly anytime. I love the golf, but its not enough, somehow. If the mountaineering club works, it would be amazing, but I saw the pics on the website and it looks awfully hard. I did join the CogSoc and I will join the Philophy Soc
DSC04206
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Ever noticed how sometimes we get sad without a reason? Maybe there is a reason but its hiding in some dark corner of your head. I had a big pruple wave building up for the last few days. It kept coming at me and getting bigger and bigger as it approached. Then after a while, it just falls off. Maybe its like the moisture gathers and gathers till it gets too heavy and just rains down on you. Or sometimes its the smallest of things that can set it off. Gtalk, for instance :)
Sometimes the words and feelings grow heavy inside you and there's nowhere you could, or could bear to, take it out. Sometimes, your just light and airy like a fluffy white cloud; filled with rain waiting to happen; but glowing in the sunlight, for now. Sometimes, you desperately want to talk, but you tick of everyone you know in ur head and there's just noone that fits both bills. Perhaps I am just too possesive about myself. Why do we take ourselves so seriously? One lifetime ... its so fleeting in the scale of things. We live, breed, die. Who the f cares what great thoughts we thought or what we achieved. And yet we are so hungry for heights. Like the song goes, eto chaoa niye kotha jai?
My hair is all falling out. Whats left has totally freaked out too. I miss my hair. I miss my brains too, though I can almost not remember that far back now. But jokes apart, I miss reading. I mean fiction. With so many papers and notes to read, I find I barely read anymore. I was reading an old old mb, which I do when I really need a break from serious stuff, and I have been reading it for the last 2 weeks! I usually finish them in one sitting! Last decent book I read was God of Small Things and it blew my mind. One of the blurbs on the cover I think said something like 'never again will a single story be told like its the only one'. Very Roarkesq. But it was a bit like that. Maybe its killed my appetite for crap. I have a craving to reread Steppenwolf. It would be interesting to see how I'd feel about it now. Another one I have been missing, is the hours, one of the favourites.
I havent been listening to much music, either. 2 bands I discovered and have just gone crazy about are Live and Fossil. Specially the latter. So lately, I've just been listening to 'Dekho Manabi' and I'm still hung up on 'O Saathi Re'. But with the latter, I dont know if its just the song, or the whole 'dream'.
Sometimes I think this blog is slowing down, growing old. I hardly get the words I used to. I dont like this kind of post. Which is not to say anything bad about this kind of post (why am i so pc all the time?) but its just that I dont enjoy reading them when I come back later. So I usually delete them. I only keep the ones I enjoy coming back to. Maybe thats really selfish, but I think its okay.
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you watch his life,
the one you didnt choose,
spread out in front of you
cluttering the desk,
and you dont why
you suddenly want to cry,
you feel empty and cold.
its like someone walked over your grave.
and you dont know how.
and you dont know why.
questions bubble up inside.
there so much to ask
so much to hide.
did he miss anything,
was it allright,
was he able to handle the price;
the one, you thought you couldnt afford, when you walked away.
because you're still scared of death,
of the second hand half kind;
bcz techincally, you were still one,
the weaning yet to be done.
and he's so casually brave.
you still shiver and shudder and wait for the night
when in dreams you're whole again;
and in daylight, with dead-grip
hold on to goodcheer and painted smiles.
though now and then, sometimes you forget.
OST: Knife
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