Did you ever think ?

When the main question of existence is asked
And the answer is found
You don't feel the need to blog anything
Thats the reason why I guess I ain't writing any stuff of recently
And mind you, this wasn't,rather, isn't a poem
Just thought of writing line by line,
To avoid the monotony.

Anyway the sun still sets in the east
And things aren't the way they should be
Well, atleast the bonds are quite volatile
with my mind doing nothing to make things simple

In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying... .

The sun may set in the east but atleast its a fine location
Though a little off the block sense of direction.
Who knows if the poles didn't switch positions while we slept.
Space may be the final frontier but it was made in a hollywood basement
Go "big bang", you hear much sweeter sounds these days

The moment you are concerned about being not concerned
You start to fear life and death
Which was the revolution that kept the humans move forward
What makes them think we went forward
Couldn't it have been a little to the left ?

Bloody fools seem to think there are only two options
If it were so, I wouldn't be alive
nor would this computer
which indeed, is classified as a non-living thing.
coz it doesnt exhibit any metabolic activities resulting in growth
But it certainly is hearing, or taking in, what I have to say, rather, write.
Which is what I want, at the moment.
And certainly, non-living things are sometimes affable.
Especially a Sony Playstation.
Whistle on.

Run, fall down, smile, be jolly, get hit on the head,
be serious,get depressed, be cared for, get over
stop the story

See what you never chose to see
Enjoy on
Laugh and term it "an extra-ordinary bit of wit and acting skills"
Be alive to say those.

Love life.

His palms are sweaty
His weak arms are heavy
..............................................
I think I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time.
I think I've forgotten this before.

Deviod of expressions and imagination, I sit. Been watching the sunlight get flooded in the room and slowly retrace its path. Been hearing the fan swinging swiftly.
Oh crap! I have kinematics+vectors test today. And I dunno any bloody thing about it! Just been doing perfectly nothing for the past two months. Sitting idly, waiting for some non-existent thing, bidding away my time by sleeping and indulging in troubles.
Been looking at things both from damn serious and damn jolly outlook. Fed up of both. Bereft of any other perspective.
The going has been rather tough. Compounded by my lack of interest in academics, life has been taking the shape of a rather aggressive crocodile.
Don't even have the patience to write gramatically correct sentences. Can't even bother to look up the notes. Dunno where all this is heading to.
World is now a very small corridor where I cosily settle around for a chat, over a few drinks, phone calls and maybe pranks of a larger scale. Dunno what had been happening in the world since Saddam was executed and Ganguly got a 79 against England.