Sunday, December 21, 2008
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On.Off.On.Off.On.Off
It tries to be free
In vain, to fall off the edge,
to catch time, to do, to see.
In green, i see red.
In moment, i see lives.
In actor, i seek the answer
In small, i try harder
to forget the bigger, to seem the smaller.
In you, i saw the lord
for me and, for you
Without you, i died
n i die some more.
It tries to be free
In vain, to fall off the edge,
to catch time, to do, to see.
In green, i see red.
In moment, i see lives.
In actor, i seek the answer
In small, i try harder
to forget the bigger, to seem the smaller.
In you, i saw the lord
for me and, for you
Without you, i died
n i die some more.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
*I do
If i were to reborn some day i will NOT repeat some of the the various stupidities i voluntarily indulged into. Trust me, i wont!
I stood there looking at the entity standing right opposite me with an inscrutable expression which meant that i am the true son of god sent on this planet, at this blessed hour(minute/moment whatever/fuck) to save your soul, to suck it out of the evil ocean of negativity n pessimism. Confidence was another of my numerous virtues that particular afternoon, put in place in case my chicken self starts to display its true nature. That entity off course possessed breasts.
Now, the entity mentioned herein did NOT look like it would suddenly take out a sword or a bazooka to slash/blast me into bits or, even worse would turn into a venom-spewing, bone crushing, blood sucking thing(?) and screaming about the fact that it derives pleasure out of these abnormal activities. But i was virtually pissing all the confidence out like it was such a waste.
N then happened the following :-
1. Its your fucking fault.
2. You have fuckin' changed so fucking much.
3.What the fuckin' fuck is fucking happening??
4. Fuck you
5.Fuck off
6.Oh fuck
7.Please, fuck don't do this
8.Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk
9.I am SO sorry, i shouldn't have.....f...., i am such a....f........, i am such an....f....., u are so....., i was always a....f....................(and so on!!!!)
But actually, as in deep meaning kinda of stuff that really happened, is:-
1. Confidence my ass.
2.I lost, like always.
3.I think breasts worked against me.
4.Its a routine nonsense that happened n i should go get a life rather than sitting here n fuckin blog.
5. *Realisation that......I love you:-)
I stood there looking at the entity standing right opposite me with an inscrutable expression which meant that i am the true son of god sent on this planet, at this blessed hour(minute/moment whatever/fuck) to save your soul, to suck it out of the evil ocean of negativity n pessimism. Confidence was another of my numerous virtues that particular afternoon, put in place in case my chicken self starts to display its true nature. That entity off course possessed breasts.
Now, the entity mentioned herein did NOT look like it would suddenly take out a sword or a bazooka to slash/blast me into bits or, even worse would turn into a venom-spewing, bone crushing, blood sucking thing(?) and screaming about the fact that it derives pleasure out of these abnormal activities. But i was virtually pissing all the confidence out like it was such a waste.
N then happened the following :-
1. Its your fucking fault.
2. You have fuckin' changed so fucking much.
3.What the fuckin' fuck is fucking happening??
4. Fuck you
5.Fuck off
6.Oh fuck
7.Please, fuck don't do this
8.Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk
9.I am SO sorry, i shouldn't have.....f...., i am such a....f........, i am such an....f....., u are so....., i was always a....f....................(and so on!!!!)
But actually, as in deep meaning kinda of stuff that really happened, is:-
1. Confidence my ass.
2.I lost, like always.
3.I think breasts worked against me.
4.Its a routine nonsense that happened n i should go get a life rather than sitting here n fuckin blog.
5. *Realisation that......I love you:-)
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
After a while
What can i possibly decipher out of the extraordinarily pathetic use to which i am being put to every waking second (Not like i am travelling in space at nights but that's not really the point so anyway!), is really NOT the exact reason of me sitting on a red chair, almost thoughtless, trying to make sense out of whatever it is that i am trying to make sense out of.
Nothing.
If i was a school teacher, i would have taught class 9th and 10th because i always used to score well in trigonometry, random English essays on "my trip to the village" (and other such events) and my teachers were almost orgasming n making pathetic "oh my fucking god" sex noises when i used to crack an extremely difficult problem or write essays without making grammatical errors in sentences. They were sure i knew shit.
I didn't know shit and they were sex-deprived loosers.
I could emote for the rest of my life and still crap some more shit. And some more shit! But if i were to get on my feet n walk my way out of this shit??
I would have crapped even more shit.
I WANT MY BALLS BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!
Nothing.
If i was a school teacher, i would have taught class 9th and 10th because i always used to score well in trigonometry, random English essays on "my trip to the village" (and other such events) and my teachers were almost orgasming n making pathetic "oh my fucking god" sex noises when i used to crack an extremely difficult problem or write essays without making grammatical errors in sentences. They were sure i knew shit.
I didn't know shit and they were sex-deprived loosers.
I could emote for the rest of my life and still crap some more shit. And some more shit! But if i were to get on my feet n walk my way out of this shit??
I would have crapped even more shit.
I WANT MY BALLS BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!
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