I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaros hood
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish...
I wish...
I identify with Eddie Vedder a lot on this.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Black.
the wait as come to a level that the next entry became an anti climax for me too
now i would like to tell the readers of this blog(though are in countable numbers) that it will not always be as interesting. coz i wont get stoned this often. well no further comments.
life is fair. its very fair. i think it gives you back watever u deliever to it. the only problem is that you do not get it at the time when you need it the most. but baby, that was not written in the clause.
most people do not even read the offer document properly before investing in life. funny isnt it? they just assume that all gains will be theirs. which is, obviously not to be. learn it the hard way. there is no other way.
this person only danced in the influence of liquor. he was scared. scared of sarcasm. scared of criticism. scared of himself. somehow i think he did extraordinarily well today. not because of the performance. but facing the fear he always had. the person made my day.
there was a well in the garden,
most people thought it was dry,
so it was of no use,
until sarah drowned in it.
it was too late to use the well.
sick:- primarily used to describe the filth and the rubbage in one's mind. occasionally used to refer to a condition in which a human being is physically affected by an ailment.
a new start:- bull crap. dont get me started.
coming back to life and the senses. it never occured to me that the small indistinguishable differences in life could affect you so much. the man teaches you how to differentiate. the man is still there. he always will be.
now i would like to tell the readers of this blog(though are in countable numbers) that it will not always be as interesting. coz i wont get stoned this often. well no further comments.
life is fair. its very fair. i think it gives you back watever u deliever to it. the only problem is that you do not get it at the time when you need it the most. but baby, that was not written in the clause.
most people do not even read the offer document properly before investing in life. funny isnt it? they just assume that all gains will be theirs. which is, obviously not to be. learn it the hard way. there is no other way.
this person only danced in the influence of liquor. he was scared. scared of sarcasm. scared of criticism. scared of himself. somehow i think he did extraordinarily well today. not because of the performance. but facing the fear he always had. the person made my day.
there was a well in the garden,
most people thought it was dry,
so it was of no use,
until sarah drowned in it.
it was too late to use the well.
sick:- primarily used to describe the filth and the rubbage in one's mind. occasionally used to refer to a condition in which a human being is physically affected by an ailment.
a new start:- bull crap. dont get me started.
coming back to life and the senses. it never occured to me that the small indistinguishable differences in life could affect you so much. the man teaches you how to differentiate. the man is still there. he always will be.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Last Kiss.
i start blogging.a co-creature asks me with his eyes half closed.. when did we join this college?i say 4th august 2005.. and 2009 its over. My mind sends impulse and gathering information it says.."2008...it is.. ". body reacts.
i turn towards the monitor again.. gettin bak to the orkut which held little interest.everything dizzy and a little muttered. i sense the spine chilling gap i have had in the three years. 4th august 2005..a guy with short hair, huge self and 2 inhalers joined this place.the guy has is lost. he is gone with the smoke and the plant by-products.
i dont even know why i made this blog and why am i writing my first scrap when i cant type properly.i named it something which i guess describes a side of me i know exists but hate to confess.
scarcity is todays word: a lack of the bit needed.it lies everywhere .in all forms. scarcity of love, emotions, truth, belief,food,money,power.
i had read kurt cobain's sucide letter when i was 16. its not about the boddah, neither is it about kurt. it said eveything which was so incoherent i dont think even he knew what he was writing.i still believe i understand it.
when i lie down to sleep today.. close my eyes.. i will see the pictures from those figments of life i, maybe, never knew existed. its beautiful.
love:- an illusion created by the zero quenching society to satiate their need for security.
i still remember that fragrance.. that flowery smell still lingering here.. sometimes my mind makes me believe so. i find it at many places. i dont knw how. it is a scary yet welcome feeling. i search for it when i lose it. i do.
last song.i still remember.that last song.
that guy.. looks right in my eyes as if he can see what im made of..rather it glorifys with an execrable look the amount that is missing from my soul.that guy does it to evry human being.its dreadful when you are done looking everywhere and have to look into his eyes which are widening.
there is always the other side of the moon. it is equally important to explore it.
i turn towards the monitor again.. gettin bak to the orkut which held little interest.everything dizzy and a little muttered. i sense the spine chilling gap i have had in the three years. 4th august 2005..a guy with short hair, huge self and 2 inhalers joined this place.the guy has is lost. he is gone with the smoke and the plant by-products.
i dont even know why i made this blog and why am i writing my first scrap when i cant type properly.i named it something which i guess describes a side of me i know exists but hate to confess.
scarcity is todays word: a lack of the bit needed.it lies everywhere .in all forms. scarcity of love, emotions, truth, belief,food,money,power.
i had read kurt cobain's sucide letter when i was 16. its not about the boddah, neither is it about kurt. it said eveything which was so incoherent i dont think even he knew what he was writing.i still believe i understand it.
when i lie down to sleep today.. close my eyes.. i will see the pictures from those figments of life i, maybe, never knew existed. its beautiful.
love:- an illusion created by the zero quenching society to satiate their need for security.
i still remember that fragrance.. that flowery smell still lingering here.. sometimes my mind makes me believe so. i find it at many places. i dont knw how. it is a scary yet welcome feeling. i search for it when i lose it. i do.
last song.i still remember.that last song.
that guy.. looks right in my eyes as if he can see what im made of..rather it glorifys with an execrable look the amount that is missing from my soul.that guy does it to evry human being.its dreadful when you are done looking everywhere and have to look into his eyes which are widening.
there is always the other side of the moon. it is equally important to explore it.
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