Date: 30.11.2008
Time: 9:40 p.m.
Wrap my heart in velvet and hold it in your palm
I feel like weeping today.
Do not stop me, or mock me or ask me what is wrong
For I am not capable of answers tonight
All I know is that blackness shall sleep
The blackness shall sleep
The blackness shall sleep with me
As I switch off the lights.
Could this impulse be compared to passions that I’ve felt?
No, I feel nothing in this flight.
My brittle truth of fragile stances
And the bitterness of my breath
Misty upon translucent glass
Cannot spell out the trapped feeling
In spite of moving fingers
Instead, I’ll sleep this night.
Calm yourself, pray, for I cannot help you today
While my senses are still dizzy.
So keep my heart with you for now
It fails in sustaining me while it is chained
Leaving life congested in my veins
But, the blackness must sleep
The blackness must sleep with me
As I walk away from light.
Come with it at a later date
When I am ready to beat again
To the rhythm of a steady flow of life,
Ebb and flow with my stream of thoughts
And still retrieve myself from furrows
I shall fly with you then, but now
The blackness must sleep, the blackness shall sleep
The blackness will weep tonight.
9:55 p.m.
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Wither
Date: 29.11.2008
Time: 10:20 p.m.
Leaves said they’d sing out yesterday
But they’re shrivelling up and blowing away
Winds that promised to keep hands warm
Have now turned cold and are part of a storm,
Scattered twigs too have fallen prey
To the earth’s cool chill and darkened dismay
While the stars align themselves securely each night
Nestled in the safety of their distant light.
Broken backs calmly face the interlude
Between successive bolts of lightning crude
Cracked fragments of glass serenade
A once-loved window and silently fade,
When rage speaks louder than wisdom’s word
Night descends faster than a rifled bird
Morning brings with it only tidings of gloom
As the flower plucked in haste refuses to bloom.
End: 10:35 p.m.
Time: 10:20 p.m.
Leaves said they’d sing out yesterday
But they’re shrivelling up and blowing away
Winds that promised to keep hands warm
Have now turned cold and are part of a storm,
Scattered twigs too have fallen prey
To the earth’s cool chill and darkened dismay
While the stars align themselves securely each night
Nestled in the safety of their distant light.
Broken backs calmly face the interlude
Between successive bolts of lightning crude
Cracked fragments of glass serenade
A once-loved window and silently fade,
When rage speaks louder than wisdom’s word
Night descends faster than a rifled bird
Morning brings with it only tidings of gloom
As the flower plucked in haste refuses to bloom.
End: 10:35 p.m.
Friday, 28 November 2008
Bang Bang Bang!
Oh it isn’t what you think, you perverts! Sheesh. What dirty minds people have these days! Tsk tsk. I have been bored to tears this lovely evening since I certainly don’t want to look up things for the stupidest of all examinations on Monday. Today’s was stupidly easy, at least the programming bit. And yes, I am stupidly bored so I shall continue to stupidly use the word ‘stupidly’ owing to a stupidly sincere shortage of stimulation. Can you imagine how bored I am? I’ve reverted to alliterating abysmally articulately and annoyingly thanks to this sorry state of affairs.
But yes, this afternoon I laughed so hard that I vomited. Seriously! It sounds hilarious, I know, but I’d had lunch just before laughing so hard that I vomited, and thus, I laughed so hard that I vomited. And before that I did steal three cheese sandwiches and gobbled them up without sharing (nya nya nee nya nyah :P *sticks out tongue*) and tried my best to wrangle more food out of people in college. Hey, I was hungry after the exam, ok?
I’m also a little hyper this evening. It usually happens when I am bored. It’s the pent up frustration, you see. (NOT in the perverted sense *rolls eyes*). The good things about today are these:
This morning, on my way to college, I saw two adorable cats, one very cute little sparrow and two tiny puppies playing with each other. With this cute-overload I boldly walked where no Skylark has flown before and completed whatever I had to do for a three-hour exam in half an hour. Yes it was that stupid, the exam, I mean, not me. *snorts in disdain* I then chose to occupy myself during the time I was not let out of the room by examiners, frustrated for reasons other than boredom (do NOT be perverted, again, mind you) by drawing stuff and randomly looking around the room and trying my best not to fall asleep. Or yawn noticeably, hehe.
Now then, I shall proceed to more serious matters:
The Lizard is still hiding behind the tube-light and refuses to move anywhere else, or move its appendages.
I did not drink enough water today.
I am still thoroughly bored and have to do a tag on FaceBook (trust me, it’s not what it sounds like! Eeek).
My room needs some artwork pronto!
I wonder if my computer could run any slower while scanning the system.
And other stuff.
Now go away and get on with your lives! People are bursting chocolate bombs outside. Shoo.
PS: I usually make it a point not to write about current events, but yeah... let there be peace! Seriously, seriously.
But yes, this afternoon I laughed so hard that I vomited. Seriously! It sounds hilarious, I know, but I’d had lunch just before laughing so hard that I vomited, and thus, I laughed so hard that I vomited. And before that I did steal three cheese sandwiches and gobbled them up without sharing (nya nya nee nya nyah :P *sticks out tongue*) and tried my best to wrangle more food out of people in college. Hey, I was hungry after the exam, ok?
I’m also a little hyper this evening. It usually happens when I am bored. It’s the pent up frustration, you see. (NOT in the perverted sense *rolls eyes*). The good things about today are these:
This morning, on my way to college, I saw two adorable cats, one very cute little sparrow and two tiny puppies playing with each other. With this cute-overload I boldly walked where no Skylark has flown before and completed whatever I had to do for a three-hour exam in half an hour. Yes it was that stupid, the exam, I mean, not me. *snorts in disdain* I then chose to occupy myself during the time I was not let out of the room by examiners, frustrated for reasons other than boredom (do NOT be perverted, again, mind you) by drawing stuff and randomly looking around the room and trying my best not to fall asleep. Or yawn noticeably, hehe.
Now then, I shall proceed to more serious matters:
The Lizard is still hiding behind the tube-light and refuses to move anywhere else, or move its appendages.
I did not drink enough water today.
I am still thoroughly bored and have to do a tag on FaceBook (trust me, it’s not what it sounds like! Eeek).
My room needs some artwork pronto!
I wonder if my computer could run any slower while scanning the system.
And other stuff.
Now go away and get on with your lives! People are bursting chocolate bombs outside. Shoo.
PS: I usually make it a point not to write about current events, but yeah... let there be peace! Seriously, seriously.
Monday, 24 November 2008
Metabolism
Today is one of those days when I can proudly proclaim that I have been metabolised. At least, I’m sure that my brain has been so. My exams practically start tomorrow, well, not exactly tomorrow, but you get the picture. For the last couple of days I’ve been studying (surprise, surprise!!!). And my daily endeavour of getting acquainted with things I’m usually allergic to has been carried out under the baleful glance of a lizard. Now, I am not a lizard lover and don’t enjoy being watched by it while I try to study. But no, every day I find it peeking its bleary eye out from the space between the tubelight and the wall and looking disapprovingly at me.
I don’t like it much, it is downright creepy... Especially when my eyes which are to be restricted to my study-things rove towards other objects in the room and find themselves in contact with as disgusting an object as this Lizard. Note the uppercase for the L please, it shows how frustrated I am (since usually, frustrated people type everything in uppercase, or so I think).
My mother, on the other hand, is quite fond of this Lizard. It ate a cockroach that trespassed in her bathroom and her reasoning goes such: as cockroaches have chased her around in the past, something she hardly enjoyed, they may do so again, and anyThing that eats cockroaches is worthy of being petted affectionately. I however, do not agree. Cockroaches are much better than lizards, thank you very much! They allow you to cut them apart without the slightest objection.
So as I was saying, this Lizard I’ve been talking about, has barely moved more than an inch towards the left or an inch towards the right in the past few days. Sadly, it is not dead from disuse of its muscles. Yet. But one day, it certainly will be! I’ll be waiting for that day, or maybe not since I’ll be busy with other things more important than the lifecycle of a lazy lethargic languid Lizard that dares look at me disapprovingly.
But yes, today, I am proud to announce that I’ve been successfully metabolised. More so because I do not enjoy metabolism much. And even more so since my exams start soon and I am actually studying! That’s definitely an achievement on my part, especially since I don’t even have new episodes of Grey’s Anatomy for motivation. Still, I can’t wait for them to end as I’ll be able to go up to the terrace freely after I’m through with them. And Lizards won’t be able to give me the evil eye!
I don’t like it much, it is downright creepy... Especially when my eyes which are to be restricted to my study-things rove towards other objects in the room and find themselves in contact with as disgusting an object as this Lizard. Note the uppercase for the L please, it shows how frustrated I am (since usually, frustrated people type everything in uppercase, or so I think).
My mother, on the other hand, is quite fond of this Lizard. It ate a cockroach that trespassed in her bathroom and her reasoning goes such: as cockroaches have chased her around in the past, something she hardly enjoyed, they may do so again, and anyThing that eats cockroaches is worthy of being petted affectionately. I however, do not agree. Cockroaches are much better than lizards, thank you very much! They allow you to cut them apart without the slightest objection.
So as I was saying, this Lizard I’ve been talking about, has barely moved more than an inch towards the left or an inch towards the right in the past few days. Sadly, it is not dead from disuse of its muscles. Yet. But one day, it certainly will be! I’ll be waiting for that day, or maybe not since I’ll be busy with other things more important than the lifecycle of a lazy lethargic languid Lizard that dares look at me disapprovingly.
But yes, today, I am proud to announce that I’ve been successfully metabolised. More so because I do not enjoy metabolism much. And even more so since my exams start soon and I am actually studying! That’s definitely an achievement on my part, especially since I don’t even have new episodes of Grey’s Anatomy for motivation. Still, I can’t wait for them to end as I’ll be able to go up to the terrace freely after I’m through with them. And Lizards won’t be able to give me the evil eye!
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Disconnected
Date:16.11.2008
Time: 5:22p.m.
When a few haunted notes keep playing over and over inside your head even without the guise of pained music, there is certainly something inside that needs talking to. Somehow, I believe that often, this creature does not even realise that it has become an idiot, incapable of feeling anything, not even hurt. And then there is that saying which might have gone along the lines of ‘we can choose the company we keep’. Sadly that is also often untrue.
Given the chance to lie resting on my back staring at the branches trying vainly to block the sun, I would do so. Revisiting old haunts would also be a good idea. Anything is better than sitting resigned to listlessness, especially when there is much work to be done. The idiot often bores others, and nothing the idiot believes in is exciting to those around it. They have other interests and they would rather stay in their own rooms than come out and sit with one who can’t even speak properly.
Those odd hours of talking to itself without words has left it incapable of narrating its thoughts to others. And that would be a gloomy prospect indeed, when words had, at one point saved it from losing its way into itself. Given a chance, I suppose the creature could learn to talk again. However, I doubt the patience of some involved.
Unverified and unidentified notes continue to strike sharply within. And they sound more discordant day by day. The tune is lost too, as is the harmony. Sudden bursts of un-harnessed flair can all but ruin an unwritten masterpiece. That’s a given.
End: 5:34 p.m.
Time: 5:22p.m.
When a few haunted notes keep playing over and over inside your head even without the guise of pained music, there is certainly something inside that needs talking to. Somehow, I believe that often, this creature does not even realise that it has become an idiot, incapable of feeling anything, not even hurt. And then there is that saying which might have gone along the lines of ‘we can choose the company we keep’. Sadly that is also often untrue.
Given the chance to lie resting on my back staring at the branches trying vainly to block the sun, I would do so. Revisiting old haunts would also be a good idea. Anything is better than sitting resigned to listlessness, especially when there is much work to be done. The idiot often bores others, and nothing the idiot believes in is exciting to those around it. They have other interests and they would rather stay in their own rooms than come out and sit with one who can’t even speak properly.
Those odd hours of talking to itself without words has left it incapable of narrating its thoughts to others. And that would be a gloomy prospect indeed, when words had, at one point saved it from losing its way into itself. Given a chance, I suppose the creature could learn to talk again. However, I doubt the patience of some involved.
Unverified and unidentified notes continue to strike sharply within. And they sound more discordant day by day. The tune is lost too, as is the harmony. Sudden bursts of un-harnessed flair can all but ruin an unwritten masterpiece. That’s a given.
End: 5:34 p.m.
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Prelude to Silence
The stinging always stops too soon. I hate that. I wish it would last longer so that I could enjoy it a little more. And yes, I would love to see some blood, but not the kind expected of today. Heh. I guess I am just too dry. For everything.
Insight and maturity are two things that I wish to be rid of at the moment, so that these do not cloud my senses. How could throwing a tantrum be possible otherwise? I wonder how some people get away with such and others do not.
It is always that which I can't help at all which puts the little visions I have to pieces. And I can't complain because I know it will not help me at all. Or anyone else, for that matter.
And then the stinging stops too, after just a few seconds. Not even long enough for me to remember the last sensation of it.
Insight and maturity are two things that I wish to be rid of at the moment, so that these do not cloud my senses. How could throwing a tantrum be possible otherwise? I wonder how some people get away with such and others do not.
It is always that which I can't help at all which puts the little visions I have to pieces. And I can't complain because I know it will not help me at all. Or anyone else, for that matter.
And then the stinging stops too, after just a few seconds. Not even long enough for me to remember the last sensation of it.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Stormy Brew
My (late) morning cup of Earl Grey, which looked nicely stormy. Tea bags rock! :D
And it was also shiny!
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