Friday, September 19, 2008
The next time that person tells you he/she has gotten something better out of their daily existence, maybe out of good luck, or maybe because of hard work, just detach yourself from your body, and watch what remark you give to that person. If it's a nice impressed smile, and words of congratulations that you really mean, chances are you're putting yourself in his/her position, and feeling happy for the person.
However, if it's just a nod, or a smile (forced, maybe), and "congratulations!!!", well, there you have it. You hate that person, or are in the process of hating him/her.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Like everyone around me
I have two sides
Two voices, two souls
One that supports, one that chides
One voice that tells me to keep fighting no matter what
The other voice, I just turn a deaf ear to!
Saturday, July 05, 2008
I plan...I anticipate....
I believe in things
I try my best to drag myself closer to those dreams
But can't help think there's someone somewhere
Who can't help but laugh at those plans
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
It's like the air has stopped moving. No wind, whatsoever. True, the sun is now behind the clouds, but then again, the absence of the wind makes the weather so damn vapid.
There were some pleasant drafts some time ago. But that was when the sun was at it's peak.
Seems like there's no choosing the pleasant wind, without the scorching sun.
That's strange. The weather shouldn't bother me.
The much prognosticated explosion....is still not here. Wondering how long i'll have to wait. Of course, it's always best if there was NO explosion whatsoever. But seems making reality out of dreams is what's causing this situation, to start with.
To hell with the fears.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Now that you have to leave,
Now that you need to go
I sit here smiling as always,
Just a few things I want you to know
With the blossoming of the flowers,
And morning skies, ever so red
I was caught in a maze of illusions,
And all my hopes were dead
And then came a day, when an angel appeared
From the sky, clear and blue
And I learned to live, I learned to love
I learnt so much from you
Now that you have to leave,
Into a world open and free
Just remember me, when you feel lonely
My angel, farewell to thee
Monday, March 31, 2008
Think of what you've done
Think about what you can do
Think of all repercussions
Think of all the ways you can make things good
Think of the ways, you can mess things up
Now look back at all your thoughts
And you will find
None of them matter a bit
For what you want to be,
You will be
Sunday, March 23, 2008
People keep telling us not to be vain. How vanity affects us and all that. But one thing I've noticed, is how vanity gets us all at some point in life. No matter how "unvain" you think you are, there are always times when you need to act vain, just in hopes of appearing a little more "perfect" to others.
I know. I can be pretty vain at times. Hell, if I had to judge myself, I might even call myself the most vain person I've known.
But this is not about me. This is about those people that I hope to learn about modesty from. Just when you think a person is so modest, so much of an epitome of perfection, who never needs to be vain just to prove him/herself, the veils of pretense have to fall. Thus revealing someone who, in reality, turns out to be more vain than anyone you have ever known.
Needless to say, the world seems to be nothing more than a vanity fair. And our role, simply nothing more than surpassing the amount of vanity that was never expected from us.
Before the dawn, I missed the light
All I wanted to see, was out of sight
I craved to see the day,
To see things go my way
Nothing seems the way it should,
No one to help, even if they could
Loss of hope and dreams of desire,
And memories of a burnt out fire
I scream, and I shout
I plead for them to let me out
But my words, all lost in vain
While I sit here, all alone in the rain
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Pretty little angel, who's lost her wings
Fallen little angel, who longs to sing
Sing about the darkness,
Where only you can see
Sing about your troubles,
Let your heart be free
The world don't care about you now,
They just see you smile
Killed the innocence inside you,
Suppressed your inner child
Let the child be free now, Let your inner self out
The world can stay waiting,
It's time to hear you shout
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Came across this piece yesterday, after a long time...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?.
-- Edgar Allan Poe
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Don't wanna be here
Somewhere I'd rather be
But when I get there
I might find it's not for me
Don't know what I want
or where I want to be
Feeling more confused
The more the days go by
-Different World /Iron Maiden
These lines seem to make a lot of sense to me these days. It has been a long time since I last felt this way. These days, I fear of what the future holds for me; I doubt if I will be able to fulfill my life-long dreams, and I am uncertain about what I will do with my life five to ten years from now.
I have read countless quotes telling me that worrying does not solve anything. I have more often than not received comments from chafed friends, who think I might be over-reacting with too many thoughts in my head. And there have been moments where I find myself thinking if worrying and over-thinking ever helped anyone. And then I realize about the element of truth in a quote I found recently:
Don’t tell me that worry doesn’t do any good. I know better; the things I worry about don’t happen.
I am plagued about fears of my future. I do not have a battle plan ready, and this scares the living heck out of me. It is not the present that scares me; on the contrary, the present is going on quite smoothly for me. But I have morbid fears about losing track of my goals, and my plans, as I am basking in the warmth of the present.
I wonder if there will ever be a time when I will feel secure, and confident about the course that my life is taking. As Iron Maiden sings, I feel even more confused as the days go by.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
I see that face
Can't get myself
to stop thinking of her ways
Close my eyes
I see that smile
That has been enchanting me
All this while
I know not what to do
I know not what to say
And so I stay here waiting
Day after day