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bitter anger and forgotten dreams,
lost love and fairy queens,
finding hope and the unforeseen.
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
the almost autobiography of a purple-panda seller
And then on the 7th day of may 1987 god made me, packed his bags and went for a holiday for he realized there was no need to create anymore masterpieces.
the years passed on as i was being subjected 2 what most people call necessary education,(though I still fail to see the need).
with my own consent I got deported to Chennai, to complete further degradation of the left over grey matter, the higher studies they call it( and in a more smarter manner NIFT, yea I’m studying design, I still say that it’s a mere waste of money and time and will do nothing more than making 1 totally perfect in use of google, wikipedia, and more profound in understanding the wonders of LAN and youtube.
after getting completely insane with the diverse mental retardation methods applied on me, i decided to get shifted to another city: Bangalore and started earning my living. It might sound exciting to few who think designing is painting fairy tales, but let me break the bubble for you, what you do for others is never good. Period. Even if you are eating chocolates for living, you will end up hating it at the end of the day. My life is restricted to sitting in front of a computer, so much so that i have forgotten how most humans look like, and I have been broke from the first dayi got my salary. Life my friends isn't that bright.
The adversities of life made the “lovely angel me” turn into a more politically correct-evil-minded-foul-conspiring-bling-loving-mad sinister devil who snaps/ breathes fire every time things fail 2 go her way.
See into me no more; for this ain’t me!
This is what world made me!
the years passed on as i was being subjected 2 what most people call necessary education,(though I still fail to see the need).
with my own consent I got deported to Chennai, to complete further degradation of the left over grey matter, the higher studies they call it( and in a more smarter manner NIFT, yea I’m studying design, I still say that it’s a mere waste of money and time and will do nothing more than making 1 totally perfect in use of google, wikipedia, and more profound in understanding the wonders of LAN and youtube.
after getting completely insane with the diverse mental retardation methods applied on me, i decided to get shifted to another city: Bangalore and started earning my living. It might sound exciting to few who think designing is painting fairy tales, but let me break the bubble for you, what you do for others is never good. Period. Even if you are eating chocolates for living, you will end up hating it at the end of the day. My life is restricted to sitting in front of a computer, so much so that i have forgotten how most humans look like, and I have been broke from the first dayi got my salary. Life my friends isn't that bright.
The adversities of life made the “lovely angel me” turn into a more politically correct-evil-minded-foul-conspiring-bling-loving-mad sinister devil who snaps/ breathes fire every time things fail 2 go her way.
See into me no more; for this ain’t me!
This is what world made me!
Friday, January 2, 2009
Memoirs of Sorrow
The lost moments,
the forgotten memories.
celebrating happiness and calculating grief
of broken heart and shattered dreams
the unfulfilled wishes and hopes that lost sheen
love that slipped,
the seconds that were missed
inside and out
just don't know how to go about
a piece of me,
part of mine
into oblivion it all sublimes
an extent of pain, another more,
yet another closed door
living everyday,
the memoirs of sorrow
the forgotten memories.
celebrating happiness and calculating grief
of broken heart and shattered dreams
the unfulfilled wishes and hopes that lost sheen
love that slipped,
the seconds that were missed
inside and out
just don't know how to go about
a piece of me,
part of mine
into oblivion it all sublimes
an extent of pain, another more,
yet another closed door
living everyday,
the memoirs of sorrow
.
A battle lies between what exists and what is yet to be born;
between reality and dreams.
the hopes are raised yet the promises stay unfulfilled, assurances broken and aspirations shattered.
Still the audacity of dreams and future should never be underestimated, no matter how amass the destruction is, there is nothing that can halt the cycle.
The harder we fall, the higher we end up raising our hopes for the next time.
No matter how worse the things go, there's always the next time which puts the last one to shame.
between reality and dreams.
the hopes are raised yet the promises stay unfulfilled, assurances broken and aspirations shattered.
Still the audacity of dreams and future should never be underestimated, no matter how amass the destruction is, there is nothing that can halt the cycle.
The harder we fall, the higher we end up raising our hopes for the next time.
No matter how worse the things go, there's always the next time which puts the last one to shame.
forgotten monologues
Life is a series of misfortunes with a dash of good luck thrown away just at the right places, so that you never stop and always put your best foot down into another misfortune.
Yet the essence of surviving is in living without deepest regret over what could have been done, to breathe in the air that circulates life and look at the coming days as if they couldn’t have been better.
Yet the essence of surviving is in living without deepest regret over what could have been done, to breathe in the air that circulates life and look at the coming days as if they couldn’t have been better.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
~me~
I've slept under the sun,
let the sun shine on me,
let the dark take over
I've tasted the rain
felt the cold seep through
loved, tried to hate, loved even more
laughed till i cried.
walked with all,
walked alone.
.hurt.scared.broken.happy.sad.
been on the edge,
been beyond.
felt the unexplained
fallen..lost..discovered..
seen people change
seen them walk away, the way they came
cried for what i lost
what i gained, what i left behind
laughed on nothing
made mistakes, made the same again
lost, yet won
won, yet lost
I've stared down the face of pain, not knowing where i am.
yet, I'm still standing here today
let the sun shine on me,
let the dark take over
I've tasted the rain
felt the cold seep through
loved, tried to hate, loved even more
laughed till i cried.
walked with all,
walked alone.
.hurt.scared.broken.happy.sad.
been on the edge,
been beyond.
felt the unexplained
fallen..lost..discovered..
seen people change
seen them walk away, the way they came
cried for what i lost
what i gained, what i left behind
laughed on nothing
made mistakes, made the same again
lost, yet won
won, yet lost
I've stared down the face of pain, not knowing where i am.
yet, I'm still standing here today
as i come here again..
as i come here again,
i sit and wonder
where i went wrong
what all i won,
what all i lost
some i put on stake
some i just gave away
what all i gathered
and what all i left behind
how i never learn
and always give in;
how i always make same mistakes,
and never learn
i look behind,
and see everything scattered
its just too late to gather
i sit and wonder
where i went wrong
what all i won,
what all i lost
some i put on stake
some i just gave away
what all i gathered
and what all i left behind
how i never learn
and always give in;
how i always make same mistakes,
and never learn
i look behind,
and see everything scattered
its just too late to gather
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