My shadows of hope

Will my sword, rust away with my soul. Will I never find my freedom again? Why should I struggle in angst so, Will I never find peace again? Once more, innocence dies with me. Once more, courage is lost to me. One last time, I think I can move. One last breath, and its all over. My madness is my own medicine. Such callousness that kills me within. My harm is done, cuts through my soul. Never heal again, these scars will show. Will I never find love, and a loving heart. Will I ever forgive myself for murder. Will I find what I’m looking for, Before my world goes down under? My echoes seem to mock me, Saying what I say again. The hollowness of my pain hurts me, Can’t I ever feel penance again.

The madman in his madness, decided to write his address. He said he was a child of God, With the devil inside his head. He thought for long and hung his head no shame for left to grieve. The tears roll down unwashed face, destination that they seek. Lonesome is his walk down the path less taken. No one comforts the one, from whom god has stolen. A rose he saw withering, he pressed it to his heart. With a gasp he felt the pain, heart's blood drawn by a thorn. No one wants the madman, they keep their distance far. No penitence for the sinned, with the rot within their hearts. The pretty girls don't smile, laughter dies on feeble wing. Silence more than accusation, haunts his raving thoughts. The madman in his madness, sleeps in the darkness black. Only the devil calls those those, on whom god turns his back.

Hmm, today was another day. Which is why it still isn't yesterday. The same pattern as the last week unfolded, with me staying up late and getting up sometime in the afternoon. I am sure Dracula himself would be proud. But as soon as I got up today, my roomie reminds me that we have an exam tommorow about which I was, as usual, blissfully unaware. This sucks, was my first thought. ANd then self-preservation kicks into high gear, and off I go to the zombified cuckoo birds people refer to as toppers. No offence to them, but never being one has turned me into a bad case of sour grapes. Anyway, since I'll be having double exams from tomorrow, upto the 1st of Jan(believe it or not), I guess this fertile field of my literary pursuit shall lie fallow for a while. But fear not, I just might forget all about this blog, and you might actually have a good chance of never being subjected to my writing again. The silver lining shows itself in mysterious ways. Continuing with my previous tra...

To look back on a life time. Open your hand and see the empty palm that stares back. Nothing of worth to leave No memories of a better day. Nothing gnaws away like regret. Figments of imagination Fleeting as the clouds. Feel nothing, do nothing. Worthwhile passions left Unsaid, unheard, undone. Once more no chances are given. Look back at life and stare Into a mirror fogged up by faces. None to remember but your own. The band takes it away No swansongs played today. Hymns for the dear departed. Do you still bleed? Do you still breathe? Is life worth living? No end to the questions It is but life in the end That can truly end. No memories of a better day No tomorrow like today. Unsaid, unseen, like yesterday’s ghost. The last travails Of the lonely passenger. Onto the next great adventure.

Today turned out to be one of those days you know are going to be dull and boring. I wouldn't say bad, cos dull and boring in my dictionary stand for I have nothing to do and nothing to look forward to. And these two conditions add up to me being a lazy mug all day. I woke up at 3.30, having slept finally at 5.00 IST after an alcohol fuelled trwal of the net for whats new, which was nothing. Nothing interesting, i.e. Man, the more news we have exposure to, the less there is that I want to read. Since my roomie was out like a light, I decided to go out and get a light. I bought a pack, and at the door of my flat, realised I had left my keys inside. And since my roomie being a sound sleeper, who prefers closed doors for whatever nefarious dreams he has, wouldn't be budging from his virgin nest that he calls a bed, I decided to instead take a detour to another place I've taken to calling home for the past month or so. That was Tabish's house. Tabish who? No, Tabish Naseem....

The king and queen in royal repast At their feet sleeps the fool. The joker, alone for eternity. The loneliest card of the fifty two. The spades have their clubs The diamonds have their hearts. None to dance with the fool. The loneliest card of the fifty two. The numbers have each other to count on The cards always in perfect pairs. Who’ll come to the ball with the joker? The loneliest of the fifty two.

Its now 4.46 IST here in Mumbai. I've been sitting up all night, watching an asinine movie that features both Adam Sandler and Rob Schnider. I couldn't have destroyed my brain cells any more efficiently if I had actually tried. But then again, I knew exactly what I was getting into. And ths is the crux of what......................... Ok. Lets be frank. Trying to write a witty, funny and intelligent blog is beyond my mental capacity. So I'll cut the crap and lay it down real easy like. I am lazy. And lazy does not a good blogger make. Its just that I ran out of ideas on what to do, and thought, hey! I dont have a blog. Lets get me one of those. Miracle of technology and millenia of evolution later, bam! I have my own blog. Meh, tough for people who let people like me get their hands on technology. This blog is going to be utter banality personified, and since I fancy myself a bard, I guess there will be banal poetry as well. Hmm, a two pronged literary attack. Theres no esc...