In 10 days.....

I realised the following things.

1. I don't want things to happen as meticulously as planned. Rather, I want things to happen and believe I had planned meticulously for it.

2. The first realization took a long time coming

3. There is possibility of me inventing a time machine, but the only drawback is that it moves only in forward direction and that too by about 8 hours or so, well, depends on the size of the book.

4. The more I think about writing more, the more I feel of sleeping face down on the bed.

5. I want to sleep badly.

Suicide

A menagerie of little white flames burst into the horizon,
A wide frequency of drums thud on to my ear hole
A little dark smoke consumes the drunken shadows
Air in plenty, pushes the nose into pain of exhaustion
Slimy frogs creep the jumping piece of ground
Red mud gives away its brief life to the black
Time for the red soul to consume itself in its power
Twitching caution arises from the ashes,
alighting the fear for caution.
Liquids enrich the hydrated exterior.
My last glance is blinded by the pyre
Words are no more, only the I remains.

Serotonin

Beneath the sky,
Lies the sun.

It hangs there all by itself,
Which makes humans sometimes wonder
If everything is actually alright.
It falls into the big ocean at night, though.

Beneath the sun,
lies two twigs and a broken branch.
They are
Stretched across a number that would make you dazzled.

Nothing exists across that vast number
only a few shadows that move here and there.

There are different shades of shadows
Some are giant-scorpion-like, formed on the walls
of literature texts of some things.
Some are white and invisible, formed
everywhere black and visible.

Besides there is nothing else,
only a few unwanted mosses.
and some moments that keep passing on

On on on and on,
From the time Coleridge
used 'awn' instead of 'on',
to the time he was buried
underneath his own lawn,
with men all tied-up necks.

Time was a word they discovered
They called the language by its own way
as English.
In such a way that English can be spoken
only in English.


These blokes with tied up necks
go on tying it up until they suffocate
and end up the way Coleridge did

That remindes me, besides shadows
there are men too.


:)

Some words are never meant to be understood.

govind v (4/4/2007 2:04:28 AM): One fine day, I find himself pushed into me. I din knoe I was him, I din care I was him, I... I..... I.. don knoe wat? why? hoe? wen? I dont knoe why I am sittin here? I dont know what all this means.
govind v (4/4/2007 2:04:56 AM): I dont know anything about any bullshit
govind v (4/4/2007 2:05:14 AM): but all I knoe is dat
govind v (4/4/2007 2:06:53 AM): all I knoe is dat, there are always words in your head that can be typed. all I knoe is dat there is nothing that stops me from being happy. All I knoe is dat, I dont give a damn abt anything that presents over me.