Monday, May 28, 2012
If there's one thing I've learnt time and again but failed to appreciate throughout my youth is that you always get what you deserve, whether you thought you deserved it or not.Indeed, you work your ass off if you want it. The next 5-10% of events which you can't control, pray and have faith. And there's the recipe which makes anyone a fortune teller.
For now it suffices to say that at the closing of academic year 2011/2012, I'm glad I learnt more about the fabric of life, luck and karma altogether and that is one diamond of an experience.
I'd set a modus operandi for myself, continue working, sacrificing, and doing the smallest things knowing 'you reap what you sow' isn't a mere proverbial lie.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Tell me it's impossible not to compareUnless the sun explodes into a million pieces
And I'm ironman
Or some superhero I'd wish I'd be
But still mortal living in a pipe dream
It's not a childhood fantasy
I set the scene while I sleep
All realities relegated to periphery
Awaken the colours that lie deep within
So suppressed by numbers, letters, figures;
And all the people who mean nothing
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Once upon a time you were my friendRecent, though I know it feels like ages
Said we’d be together, ’til the end
Well come on back babe this is just a phase a phase a phase a phase
Did I start it, or did I end it?
I'd think it was the latter.
It's like living in a world devoid of sound.
I'd love to hear a scream
Berate, chastise, castigate me.
But the silence slits
and the vessels rupture
a fleeing soul left to capture.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
What do you do when your biggest obstacle is yourself?The last stretch to the gallows
Streaks of deep red
Scent of roses
A silent scream
It's ending, you're still the same
Leave behind the scars and trod on
Still confused, though,
You will learn
In time
Go ahead and let it all go
Friday, May 04, 2012
Pinch a fingerThankful it never happen
But regretful by your standards
A mouthful of sambuca
Wouldn't light a fire in my soul
It's ash
And I simply wait
For those who saved me to save me again
But I hate them so
Yet I love what I tend to leave
Ah, maybe that's part of the plan
Always part of the plan
Sometimes I wonder if I had actually change over these 2 years.
It wasn't you, you probably never did.
And then I shrink back into a hole again and look at the self that I hate.
You haven't left, have you? You stayed here all this while. Why can't you leave?
And the soul goes screaming and bawling and crying through the night, but nobody would hear.
Aisles of carpet grey,
A glass of champagne if you may.
I'll take you to elysium if you wanted,
But if it fails you leave me broken hearted.
Still trembling in the cold
With a kind of selfishness you didn't even know.
I'll leave and never turn back
While my insides crumble with every track.
escapist
but a morose optimist.
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