tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99043802009-07-07T23:33:12.930+05:30The WriterLost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-71498887294473038672009-07-07T23:33:00.001+05:302009-07-07T23:33:12.942+05:30I have to leave soon<p>&#160;</p> <p>The sun calls me, as it sets distant, <br />I seek no assurance of its return, its wish is its own <br />I seek no arrangements, I am now awake,, free of desires <br />I shall never be what I don’t wish to be <br />Its I now, the ‘ Us’ was destroyed when you put your wish over mine| <br />I held you as a flame to the wick <br />you burnt me, I am now no longer what I was <br />I give up on you , no longer are you dear <br />I was broken before, though at the hands of others <br />the knife this time is held by you <br />I can only bid my time <br />then run away from you, and rest beneath those trees <br />and watch the paddy grow <br />sitting alone, at the epitome of joy without you and your wishes </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-7149888729447303867?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-90831214496352823732009-07-07T23:32:00.001+05:302009-07-07T23:32:58.782+05:30Seek no more<p>&#160;</p> <p>I often bask in the thought <br />Is it that there is no self left in me <br />have I given it up to a mortal being who wants her way <br />Shall I now believe and know that my end has arrived.r <br />Should I give up all that I cherish for her, <br />And then look into the self, now an emptiness <br />What shall I now believe <br />Should I say that I gave up the freedom, and chose slavery <br />of the woman who wants her life to be complete <br />thereby causing destruction to me, to all that I stand for <br />Would it matter to her, if she knows her wants stand to destroy <br />To crush to dust the very basis of our togetherness <br />Should I now run away, leave her for ever <br />Would it matter to her? and if it did would it to me? <br />Some questions I ponder upon, and then I exclaim <br />I am the alpha and omega of my creation <br />I shall build what I wish and then destroy what I don’t <br />Someday I know the day shall come <br />I shall be gone, leave her to her wants and desires <br />I no more exist as ‘Her’ in my soul </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-9083121449635282373?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-25087892327001779282009-07-03T17:47:00.001+05:302009-07-03T17:47:42.085+05:30In between<p>All that remains must fade <br />Like the mist that shall covers the night fades <br />Vanishes , as it never was <br />And then we think, is this what it was meant to be <br />I beg to differ in this thought <br />Choices were made, all else given up <br />And then some of us gave up the self <br />Now when I walk among, all I see are the bodies <br />Soulless, bound to what the desires bind them <br />No escape <br />I eye the race I am among, I seem to be unmoved <br />These are not mine, nor do I wish <br />Want, think for or even about <br />I still walk here, the earth beneath the feet <br />Until I sleep alone, in it.</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-2508789232700177928?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-46574588377557175522009-06-23T14:24:00.001+05:302009-06-23T14:24:34.244+05:30Talking in titles<p>In white shall emerge, I of all known evil beings <br />look inside, what do you see, the hidden me&#160; <br /> I am present when you do good, and do i exist when you do bad <br />Do you think to avoid my thought? do you feel me gnawing <br />At your soul, at your life, eating you inside out till I am all that remains <br />I am in the first light of dawn that you see <br />In the last streak of the sun, i the still of the dusk and twilight <br />I am that omnipresent one, I cannot be erased <br />I am not a thought you can forget, nor a nightmare you can wake up from <br />I am what you don't want me to be, yet I am what completes you <br />I shall consume you, in fear or in the respect of knowing me <br />I have patience, forever is just a moment for me <br />I have been there when you were born, when you smiled <br />Bidding my time, I have been there when you first took your steps <br />The first fright that you had , the first lover you kissed <br />I have been in your eyes, in your breath <br />I am in the joy, I am in the sorrow, In love and hate <br />I am your end and the beginnings of other <br />I am death, the stillness that none can match <br />You cannot embrace me at your will, nor can you hide from me <br />You have to come along at my calling <br />I am the alpha and the omega of destiny <br />Your time is coming, await me</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4657458837755717552?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-61706416994405721032009-05-09T11:36:00.001+05:302009-05-09T11:36:35.549+05:30Resting<p>Hold my hand, run with me a while <br />On these open fields that have reminded me of you <br />The mist, the wind, all that is now solemn post your arrival <br />It kept your memories alive,of my hidden feelings and my unsaid <br />Lets sit by the brook, let me how the water glows <br />glowing golden, as the light falls on your hair <br />and listen to its mystic flow <br />making a sound that speaks of you, as it has spoken forever <br />Lets roam around the vast hills, float into the waterfall <br />watch the birds in formation, heading into the setting sun <br />let me smile once, let me smile knowing it <br />Let me Fade into the mist this time as you would <br />every night that I have dreamt. <br />come visit me on the soil that i lay beneath <br />watch the plants grow, see the flowers they bear for you <br />pick anyone and wear one <br />I will think I have lived forever then.</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-6170641699440572103?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-48809260634792630122009-05-06T09:48:00.001+05:302009-05-06T09:48:28.324+05:30Adrift<p>&#160;</p> <p>The darkness sees the light, follows it, <br />The water sees the earth, mixes with it <br />I saw my soul float adrift <br />wishing to dwell in someone’s light <br />The darkness had consumed me <br />The water washed away my feelings, <br />With only pain left,but it still had hope’s company <br />I knew I had to walk on and wait <br />The fire of my soul burnt bright in your thoughts <br />In the <em>now</em> of my existence all is reason <br />Your place exists, yet locked away <br />In the deepest corners of my existence <br />I wish to be you, I wish to know <br />What it feels to float on forever <br />Like a thought <br />Exist once as the fire of my soul </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4880926063479263012?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-42805336775182083002009-05-05T00:21:00.001+05:302009-05-05T00:21:42.734+05:30Renew<p>Some old fires burn again, though ash, ever so bright <br />melt away the years of solitude that the mind has felt <br />It feels just as it has felt awaiting and contemplating how it should <br />the silence has been broken by another wave of silence. <br />I stand between these waves, which torments my willful exit <br />of the feelings and meanings that bound me, ball and chain <br />they call unto me again. <br />how could you know, hear me sing songs of loneliness <br />and speaking&#160; to your mirage in the heart of my soul <br />of all that has kept me awake, i blamed work, it was you <br />my self that was lost, long ago, has now returned <br />It stares me in the face, asks me some gravest of questions, <br />sarcastic at best; <br />Would it be you,is that you,&#160; are you the same, ? <br />the one i have dreamt of from the day our paths crossed! <br />or have I dreamt of you again, </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4280533677518208300?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-7382451002170330482009-04-28T03:45:00.001+05:302009-04-28T03:45:51.114+05:30Rinse, Repeat<p>Lets part , go our ways, grow over ourselves <br />Find ways to evolve into the self, contained in the form called us <br />Bitten into by each other’s reality, existence and thoughts <br />Lets exit, you take the left i take the right <br />Maybe when we are alone we may know <br />Feel the summer heat, misery of its harshness| <br />Parch our throat and quench the thirst by our own hand <br />Let the hermit know that he is not the only one <br />Tell him he is among us common <br />See the evening sun set, stand alone, long for company <br />Maybe wish to hold a hand and see if it needs to be <br />If not then lets see more reality, and let go of the mockery <br />See the moon slip into the night sky <br />If you see me walk by , look at me and smile <br />Like two complete strangers who have known each other <br />And then if you feel that you need me, see if I need you as much <br />There will be no need to ask, we will know <br />We shall then meet again, same old place <br />You bring the food, I will carry the wine <br />Lets be surrounded by those, our friends and enemies we were among <br />And then lets eat and drink like we did last time, then, <br />In the same glass, pan and plate <br />Like this lets shampoo and cleanse our bond <br />Rinse, repeat</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-738245100217033048?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-15240758365532677402009-03-25T03:47:00.001+05:302009-03-25T03:47:15.500+05:30The way of the flesh.<p> <br />The lone desire calls out, its craving is flesh <br />nothing else should matter; speaks the mind <br />Nothing! what about those feelings, sentiments, values ? <br />They are for the sentient beings, for those who worry, think <br />Its not for us dear fair-weather friend, <br />Why then such distrust, why the doubt that I may be so? <br />Its not you I think about, it shall not matter either, <br />When the dawn breaks I shall be gone, <br />the marks I leave, shall remind you of me, the passion, the fire, <br />where skin met skin, when lust rode above all <br />and when I shall find more flesh, I shall fly <br />and come back to you when I shall be hungry again <br />So come to me, lets blaze in this union <br />and let us call it the union of flesh, <br />and be consumed, the fruit of lust that we carry </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-1524075836553267740?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-25962665018103145072009-03-25T03:30:00.004+05:302009-05-09T17:40:59.715+05:30A nail of freedom<p> <br />beneath the white fluff, beyond the blues <br />higher than those fools foolishness, and darker than insanity <br />lies the world of my insanity, seldom known, often heard <br />much often desired by many to attain, I remain in what I was born with <br />total omnipotence, I exist in your minds, as a thorn to some, <br />a feather to some others, neither i care about, nor would i try to <br />these worlds are not mine to care about, nor are its beings <br />i can exist , lost in thoughts, full of me, awkward, all powerful <br />arrogance shall speak of me, <br />Anger shall be afraid to tread my path, agony shall fail to dominate me <br />death shall have be a heart full laugh, its not happiness, not anguish <br />no feelings, no emotions to touch or grapple me, <br />these balls and chains shall have no hold , nor shall i surrender to love <br />I hold my own ground, not out of valor, greed or compassion <br />I am me, and I shall be me, unconquered, unbreakable, untarnished <br />if you ask me what is freedom, I shall laugh <br />for I need not answer you, call me wrong, call me bad, evil or unworthy <br />your values and morals stay with you, <br />I forfeit carrying such waste, an eon ago.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-2596266501810314507?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-22225375843205633512009-03-25T03:30:00.001+05:302009-03-25T03:30:10.151+05:30Idle Run<p>&#160;</p> <p>Shift to neutral, see if you feel the engine roar <br />without moving an inch, does it make you feel powerful <br />shift up and see if it makes you lose control, further on does it count now, do you still stay put, or does the world move back! <br />Just as much as the stooge on the window, does he see you <br />do you see him, does it matter, or did it ever <br />Feel the life without the false, let go want, desire, sentiment and emotion <br />what do you grasp now, and if you do, does it matter <br />I never would have imagined, little as much conceived&#160; <br />beneath the epidermis there lies a&#160; pinkness so pale <br />only when you salt them do you know <br />the truth of the falsehood of that capsule <br />and then you ask, if it makes sense, or do you make sense, sense <br />Sometimes it just is willful enough to run <br />on the wilds , of within, amongst the dangling tresses of the trees <br />of the snow fields of the now open mind <br />free of all hitches and bonds, beyond all called tolerance and patience <br />where you redefine you as you, what would you be, what makes you ‘You’ <br />sometimes just start it and just let it be on Idle Run.</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-2222537584320563351?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-42825648556652017762009-03-24T00:44:00.001+05:302009-03-25T03:32:15.253+05:30Tread to the barrier<p>&#160;</p> <p>I often ask, strange as it may seem, an introspect <br />Looking into the aura, of the self, its so much a chasm <br />Like the earth opening up to swallow me whole, to be greater <br />To over cloud me, hide the self, project a handiwork, a faux <br />The barrier exists, It is the same principle <br />Made, fragile, seemingly immense, darker than the darkest heart <br />It serves one purpose, I advocates, abhors all I think <br />Makes me wonder if it should, and then some. <br />I often wonder, should it shatter, what demons it may unleash <br />Will it bend my will, make me fall, sting like a scorpion seething with fury <br />Shall it strike you like a snake, douse you in its venom, <br />Color you in the sins of the violent mind, violate your&#160; body <br />Torment your mind, make you beg for mercy, or strangle you with lust <br />Often these questions rise and fade, like waves, at tide <br />Maybe someday you shall be the victim, maybe it maybe me, maybe us <br />Until then I leave it to uncertainty. </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4282564855665201776?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-17145991327914105612009-03-10T17:09:00.001+05:302009-03-10T17:09:44.642+05:30Terra firma.<p align="center">Fade to yellow, and then to brown, rustle <br />Fly away, blown off, amongst the same pitiful crowd <br />Bolstering in the weirdest things, laughs the maple, now afloat in the air <br />Dying, and I shall smile at you dying, <br />For you all make me a happy mortal, while these die <br />The soil claims back her rightful fodder, these manure on two legs <br />That the earth spat out in sheer disgust, <br />What shall she deserve, post apocalypse <br />What thoughts did she harbor in her insane mind? <br />Why did she, who should have been, who shouldn’t <br />A mockery of her past acts <br />And she shall have to wait a while <br />Many eons from now the humans shall fade <br />Like the giants that walked the earth long ago <br />Now found in union and permanently dislodged <br />Lodged in clay, <br />Terra firma. </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-1714599132791410561?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-29261350699762783112009-03-04T15:39:00.001+05:302009-03-04T15:39:48.834+05:30Of All the horses and the traders.<p>The rice has weevil, muttered the village folk <br />The land lay barren, arid, crops dying <br />The ribs of the rotting corpses protrude, ooze a unbearable stench <br />Of the political system gone to the goons <br />Half the families raped, the other half plundered <br />By the collectors, magistrates, civic representatives and police <br />The rest dogged to death at dying corporate <br />Often the speakers and leaders invoke a fight, communal, lingual <br />Political, social , anti social <br />We have a lot of Mumbai, Gadchiroli, bengaluru <br />Of local dacoits, hand in glove with the politicians, and police <br />Only to rot and die and kill others in their useless pursuit <br />Of fame and money, they sleep with someone, <br />Abuse and then sleep there again <br />The system is nothing but a sack full of whores <br />Some elected through force, others win by ignorance <br />We criticize; a film made, a wrong portrait, a wrong relation <br />What have we given back, what have we; as “WE’ done <br />Nothing, I exclaim when I look within <br />The country called a mother by us, <br />Raped over and over by our shameless deeds <br />I only wish she turns numb, for her pain is not ours any more to share <br />There is only a twinkle in the eyes of the politician <br />It’s the chair resting on her , one leg through her heart <br />Like a stake, only this time the vampire killed the light. </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-2926135069976278311?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-19366335020039113412009-02-11T03:18:00.001+05:302009-02-11T03:18:08.938+05:30Asylum<p>&#160;</p> <p>Insanity creeps in, like rain into a well of sorts <br />Brine, like a nail in the head, left over from a bomb exploded long ago <br />Ghastly wails, in the pupils of the eye, each time it closes <br />Shivers down my spine <br />Lost morale, lost chances, changes left alone <br />Music to my ears, those wails <br />Wailing banshees, <br />My lust for such women, and only lust maybe <br />but its been me, all along <br />and shall forever lust, <br />Maybe for a Countess, an evil woman, from hell maybe <br />Bite into her soul in unison with me</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-1936633502003911341?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-42360862164180595812008-12-19T21:29:00.001+05:302008-12-19T21:29:27.339+05:30The village Stiff<p>Stillness <br />The cold blue frozen lakes <br />Wide and beyond <br />Like a beautiful dream <br />Where i can be found <br />Somewhere in my vivid memories <br />Thoughts <br />Some wanted memories <br />Haunted ones albeit <br />Drawing circles in the canvas of my mind <br />Casting a mystic image <br />How the winds bring back the times <br />For a moment brief, grief! stricken with sorrow <br />A heart that i knew , and i no longer possess <br />That lies dead beneath my feet <br />Dead finally and winter has arrived</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4236086216418059581?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-65344619243814545722008-11-09T22:40:00.001+05:302008-11-09T22:40:11.678+05:30VIBGYOR<p>Amongst the shade of grey they say is colorful display <br />For which you must wait for the sun to arrive <br />and they say the sun arrives for sure, in the aftermath <br />when the world is wet from the wash. <br />This helps the spring lilies bloom, and the wind if fed the scents <br />the winds shall then enchant,some wanderer who shall have strayed <br />Thus help him find his way, get him home <br />Such are the thoughts a rain brings <br /> <br />The violet, the indigo, the blue <br />the green, the yellow and the orange, the red <br />light up the sky and make it seem pretty <br />but to some vagabonds like me, we don’t care <br />the clouds don’t call us, nor does the rainbow, <br />not the morning lark, not the returning birds at dusk <br />we often are in lament, but we cherish the moments <br />and complain if the rainbow in us shall ever emerge. </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-6534461924381454572?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-44970781127965287732008-11-01T12:07:00.001+05:302008-11-01T12:07:49.399+05:30Coloured<p>&#160;</p> <p>The demons of the heart, so strange yet so powerful <br />They pilfer the energy of the soul <br />And then some, break the will <br />bewilder, awe and amaze me often <br />break my will of commitment <br />razor sharp, those icy claws <br />of realization, when it dawns <br />it finds my conscience dead <br />Petrified , in some bog <br /> <br />I solemnly criticize my stand <br />one that I have taken <br />I often wonder how it was ever done <br />a heart of shattered glass <br />stuck together, like an unimaginable task <br />with the hurt hands of my own, still dreaming <br />the reddened hands, fated to be red forever, in pain</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4497078112796528773?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-30629492636348033142008-10-20T13:41:00.001+05:302008-10-20T13:41:32.342+05:30A life worth dying.<p>------------------------------------------------</p> <p>The words spoken, the tidings you portray <br />Have been an illusion, you are a disgrace <br />Of the life you showed you live <br />And of everybody who has taken what you give <br />How much the pleasure has been for you <br />And they derive it of you, and you too do <br />But some day the winds shall blow clear <br />And the face of your falsehood shall be painted <br />Across the eyes of many a men <br />And then you shall ask, was it really a sin <br />You shall be answered, but not in haste <br />For you have lived life , a waste <br />laid waste, and spoken the same <br />And then you shall find remorse ever again</p> <p>----------------------------------------</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-3062949263634803314?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-63586205685215249202008-10-14T03:45:00.002+05:302008-10-17T03:21:44.198+05:30Merge<p>so as to often breathe, feel the air warming up as it leaves my body<br />mind and soul combine<br />stands as a body that breathes<br />and then it shall stop, and be still, very still<br />they may look at it, wonder why it no longer moves<br />and then play with the corpse, consume it<br />make it one with the dirt beneath my feet<br />ashes to ashes , dust to dust</p><p>----------------------------------------------<br />Audio is below.</p><p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a254fc3904a1afaf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" 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Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-5374692718226145152008-10-14T03:39:00.001+05:302008-10-14T03:39:49.159+05:30Fumer Tue<p>The statement seems correct often than most. Everything kills. Thoughts kill, Memories kill, Love kills and the best is that life kills. I sometimes wonder if it is my aching for writing that makes me blabber at times. But the truth may reign supreme that we will always find something that may kill us and we will indulge. Wont we dear grasshopper.</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-537469271822614515?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-69633928138530969382008-10-12T19:53:00.002+05:302008-10-12T19:59:53.933+05:30Set Adrift<p>You called unto me, from my dark slumber i awoke <br />I found myself in your company <br />maybe just in your words, and in mine as I wrote <br />I was happy then, though i was happy before <br />Happy as I could feel the need to express <br />Like having stepped out of a comatose condition <br />I could feel the warmth of your breath in my soul <br />I became a boat, set it aloft beside you <br />tagged along, while you rowed <br />I let you lead me to the midst of the sea <br />the day later you were gone, you drifted away <br />lost forever at sea, and i was all alone </p> <p>Set adrift, no oar neither the sails <br />calls out to me the water below, calls me again <br />asks if i can be one with it now <br />like a beautiful advertisement it encompasses me <br />I look across the horizon, my company has long gone <br />so there is nothing i can long for <br />no more shall the seagulls seem pretty <br />no more shall the orange make sense to me <br />The sand shall cover me, and make me cozy, wrap me up <br />and there i shall sleep, never to be awakened <br />never to be awakened again, like I was before you woke me up the last time</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-6963392813853096938?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-57784083021729305292008-10-12T17:59:00.001+05:302008-10-12T17:59:24.277+05:30You know<p align="left">The world doesn't bother me, nor does it make me happy anymore <br />sometimes I question and often quote to myself the following from Pearl Jam. </p> <p align="left">The eyes below are of Nautica Thorn <br />------------------------------------------------------------- <br />'The direction of the eye so misleading,&#160; <br />The reflection of the soul so nauseously quick, <br />I don't question our existence <br />I just question our modern needs'</p> <p>-------------------------------------------------------------</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/nair.ritesh/SPHtja-IbeI/AAAAAAAABB0/zZQbc_vJGkQ/s1600-h/xa%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="101" alt="xa" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/nair.ritesh/SPHtoWLoyrI/AAAAAAAABB4/m6ykb99_pl4/xa_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>If you look so into me you will know,so don't <br />Those vile pleasures are not what I don't crave <br />just as human as I am as you are <br />but I steer away from the wants of the flesh <br />they lead me to unworthy desires and craving <br />uncalled for, unwanted, unwarranted and unfathomable <br />so let me walk amongst the woods at peace <br />this soul that has dissected itself from the body</p> <p>it's only pain that often portrays the meaning of life <br />often its your own, some that affect others <br />these feelings I do not treasure, nor do I care for anymore <br />my soul now is no more in a wanting denial, <br />the soul needs no one now <br />as much as it never had wanted <br />There are those moments I claim to fame <br />there are those that embarrass me even to date <br />I just wait that someday I slip into a coma and forget those as well </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-5778408302172930529?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-80020809507451828422008-09-30T19:56:00.000+05:302008-09-30T19:57:02.610+05:3022 days to gosome mellow scenes of the palm trees<br />overlooking, casting an image of them into the river<br />flowing carelessly below, gently, as the touch of her hands<br />it shows the skies, like in her eyes, the oars splash water<br />sounds like her laughing, as she plays<br />she plays on, like a song in my heart<br />how much I wish to say I miss her<br />how much I do, I cannot imagine<br />maybe as much as my heart wants to set itself on her love,<br />watch it glide in her love<br />but for now I have to wait , only 22 days to go<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-8002080950745182842?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9904380.post-48352288525059204222008-09-15T16:05:00.001+05:302008-09-15T16:05:47.115+05:30An ode to the Self<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Often to regret, often more so to<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>I ask myself what it means, sometimes ponder<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Only to endlessly meander in the realms of the unknown, <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>In an unforgiving mind that I harbor, and I argue on, endlessly<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Once as a child, I dreamt of life<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>How it would be, to grow, be young, be old<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Now the dreams have become a reality <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>A nightmare at most, if not entirely<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Somewhere I see the streak of my childish desires<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>And wish to sit and watch the sunset<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Knowing that the world owes me nothing, nor do I owe<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></font></p> </div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9904380-4835228852505920422?l=23miles.blogspot.com'/></div>Lost in Transithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com0