Saturday, March 22, 2008
- 8:46 pm
tension, tension, mystery, tension
in a world of wonderous deceit;
for the night to come,
with shining amour,
to consider if this be meet.
the paleness calling through the gloom,
reverberating through out the room,
and so was said the day we died,
was borne from death a new born lie.
the days of death have passed us by,
to live again, yes you and i,
for now light beckons from the north,
the golden star to guide us forth.
and whence from came this saving grace,
to save this world and make a place;
to live again, back from the dead,
to walk again, in mine own stead.
fin
Monday, March 17, 2008
- 7:08 pm
deus ex nihilista
why bother continuing this delusion;
this injustice that plagues the heart.
tell the world you dont know me
and god would know that you do not lie. we live in a mess, too many lives about so many objectives, personas and beliefs such that they cross and double cross and triple cross and get tangled up in the infinite length of their being, knotted and pulled to such tautness that we live in constant fear of the final snap, a culmination of our accumulated insecurities and idiocy when time ends and all hearts stay still, and not for want of love.
we should all live in silence.
6/27/06
reise himmel, reise.
fin
Sunday, March 16, 2008
- 9:56 pm
and then, there is meaning again
"dont give your heart to strangers"we were once toldby the grove near the lakewhere the yew grows old"dont die before i do."
goodbye to winter
fin
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
- 6:33 pm
a million different colours coalesce before me, intertwining, snaking through my vision; rivers cutting a path through desert sands, only to disappear once more in the distance. the world is a series of black, white and the grey in between, a monochromatic menagerie before a bitter smile. to be a jumbled set of random variables, set in a world of constancy. the vision of the soul forced again in time to the march; breaks ranks like the tide against the rocky shore of agitation.
she
we spin skeins of thread to no purpose, and then pull back. such glorious glowing beauty that as ever beheld; and held apart by uncommon nature. to invade perfection is to take colour; so have sympathy for the devil, he knows not what he does. to seek an end to emptiness is to live unfulfilled, for the meaningless variables we are. and yet, we stumble across gloried constants, to genuflect upon and to love; but too soon, too fast, and to be held away lest we sully the unblemished nature of being.
silvery needles of water dart down from the sky, theatrically crushed against the firmament, and i wonder, in this loveless waste.
fin
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
- 8:55 pm
and it was a brilliant day. then out with bhavan at night, and soccer at sunset, before the long drag starts again; till friday, and then saturday at the zoo.
fin
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
- 10:43 pm
do you remember yesterday?
when leaves fell like tears
and the wind blew the years
do you remember serenity?
when you find home in the rain
just to find it lost again
do you remember these words?
in transitionary conveyance
kindle spark burn and die
and then, once more, fly.
to dread the weary passage of time
im sure we'd do fine
in what came after see
for love is a strange thing
its only known for a feeling
and love is the strange thing
too often leaves us reeling
good morning starshine
in the nights silence
fuck it
fin
Monday, March 03, 2008
- 8:30 pm
so lets revolt against the status quo, and be rebels,
and when the rest have landed, we'll still be flying.
zerstoeren
- 3:10 am
its now, in the cold darkness, that the desolation hits you. the solitude of the expansive night, like the sky over the vast stretches of constructed nothing we have construed from the fabric of our reality. a chill wind blows through, caressing, inviting a reunion with the essence of being. there are no stars this night, obscured as they are by the clouds, no rain; only silence.
to have had somebody, shared the entirety of being with; gave some reason to reasonless existence; because there was emotion, and it was pure; and it was something out of the nothing. something to centre life around, to take care of, to protect, to dream with. but circumstances were as they were; and had to give that up. for pride, for folly, for love. what is no longer there; but yet, the glimmer of flickering light, pure, brilliant and beautiful. and so, now, in the bitterness of the empty dark, there is no comforting voice at the other end of the line to assuage this grief, this love burns inside. no longer for what was, for what isn't. there is no solace from the night this time, only the quiet air of untrammeled sorrow.
silence/harmony/artifice/reflection/om/nihilism
the light in my room is darker than the gloom outside. i am a shadow, flitting from thought to thought, unexpressed expressions protesting, heaving in turmoil within the confines of my insignificance. love is blind until you find something more. love is blind until you see the irrepressible beauty in another being. love is something more than the nothing everything else is. to love is to share.
the silence is broken by the movement of the clouds; and soft whispers of moonlight ease their way down through the sussurus of leaves once more.
tum agar saath dene ka vaada
if u promise to be by me forever
fin
Sunday, March 02, 2008
- 11:32 pm
saturday night fever has returned to the boys. last nights pure at arena was brilliant fun for a number of reasons, and cos a lotta things happened. lets number them down for easy reference.
1) free flow from 930 to 1230 was brilliant. bhavan had 8 (which im sure he regrets for reasons about to be explained) and vishal took 5 and there was no need for vodka water for the first time in many a night. solid times eh.
2) jason, suresh and wilson turned up roundabouts and went to MOS so we linked up later on. bhavan was suitably stoned by then. poor fella shouting all his "why la?"'s to wilson.
3) we were all dancing merrily when vishal went to the toilet, so bhavan and i were there in a space next to these two girls. one of them was morbidly obese and for reasons unknown, chose to wear a very revealing top, such that the mass of her saggy rotundness happened to be exposed half the time, which was rather offputting. also for reasons unknown, some random indian dude smiling happily came up to her and started dancing rather suggestively with her whilst her fugly friend looked on. next thing i knew, BHAVANSON STARTED DANCING WITH THE FUGLY FRIEND. why bhavan why??? i quickly pulled him and begged and pleaded and said no bhavan no, lets go out for a while, dont do it- but he was too far gone. he gave me a mystical smile and an elbow to the ribs and carried on until eventually i was able to yank him away. perks of having at least one sober guy around.
it was a brilliant night. spent the whole night dancing with bhav and vish and gosh but they were good times again. oh yeah and spoke to gino, the singer and looked to get an audition in. with a bit of luck it stage works again and free entry baby! good times beckoning. plus liverpool won 3-1. and the zoo on saturday.
the zooooooooooo its been so long since ive been there. i always wrote about it in essays in primary school cos i found it was easy to fill up lines with such literary gems as "i saw the elephants, the giraffes, the zebras, the rhinocerii, the gnu which are also called wildebeast, the leopards, the cheetahs, lions and tigers, snakes and crocodiles" and you get the general drift of things. such an animal/dinosaur expert i used to be. maybe someday ill still get to be a wildlife documentarists.
we'll see how the stars shine,
and let them take us where they will.
(or ill make them. who are they to dictate?)
make your own lives y'all.
fin