Thursday, August 30, 2012
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Colours changed hue...
Grace fell slow
I ran away...I went for the door
I wish I did more
But, I jumbled and tumbled
coz I couldn’t love you
Raindrops fell on my face, few
I smile with your glow
I knew m on my way for more
Even though my heart is sore
But, I rumbled and crumpled
coz I couldn’t love you
Emptiness shouts overdue
How can I be a foe?
Felt like a bubble popping whore
As every song written, I just tore
But, believe me when I whisper
I was humbled
coz I was LoVeD by YoU.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I was drenched in the shower of confetti
and the purple waves of (In)sanity.
As you poured it on my Marshmallows
I saw it turning into yellow... :)
My dreamy eyes looked like jujubes coil
just when I realised that 'Love is above all pride'.
Now that I was sure that it would snow Hershey Kisses,
Even better happened.....the rain was gum and gooey!
Yes... Yes... I believe in Fairy tails...I confessed, as I saw the chocolate rock melting
You looked at me both confused and bewildered...
making place for some sought of void unheard.
I look back at your cloudy face..
Smile to me-is all I say.
Two steps further you too felt the Rain -gum and gooey...
and then you smiled..not to me...but to my Fairy tales!!!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
As I slipped into my bed I started doubting everything that I have ever known and experienced. I was so uneasy with the pain that it started bothering me beyond a point. But why was it so...shouldn’t we be so used to it?
From the very moment that the child enters the world, Pain begins, so much so that the process of giving birth itself is so painful. But what’s ironical is that all we are all looking for happiness, pleasure, satisfaction, comfort, ecstasy, peace and just forget the big P.
And as we all have heard about pleasure in pain philosophy, the whole erotic and dark side of pleasure. Very interestingly, the so called super negative experiences like that of Epilepsy too are accompanied with pleasure for some people. Like the Russian author Dostoyevsky famously said of his epilepsy 'I would experience such joy as would be inconceivable in ordinary life - such joy that no one else could have any notion of. I would feel the most complete harmony in myself and in the whole world and this feeling was so strong and sweet that for a few seconds of such bliss I would give ten or more years of my life, even my whole life perhaps.'
So is it that we are rationalising the Pain bit by looking at it positively and seeking pleasure out of it? Or there is actually something like pleasure in pain. This also tells me that then pleasure is the ultimate goal in its sense. So much so that it becomes hedonism.
So is it ok to be hedonistic? We fetching happiness from every nook and corner, be it mother nature or manmade stuff, all we are aiming at is happiness, pleasure, satisfaction, comfort and blah blah. We are trying every prospect to run away from every sort of physical and psychological pain that comes our way. An argument could be put forth saying that some people do embrace Pain.-- Let’s go deeper! Are they actually embracing or submitting to the big P because they simply want to experience pain? Or there is something bigger to this psyche?
While this thought was anyway bothering me, strangely I read this medical journal talking about the Abolitionist project. The project aims at abolishing pain from the face of earth!!...like WHAT??....Is that freaking possible? They call it the Hedonistic Imperative.
And now my headache is back... maybe I need sleep...Or wait till wait till this Hedonistic Imperative falls into place.
Friday, March 13, 2009
her version against his
in hope of a soothing touch...Sudden silence caught the air...
The annoying silence still prolonged..
Alan Parson was playing in the background.
"Two of a kind...Silence and i....We'll find a way to work it out"
What was she thinking..
A new dress
Her Birthday..he's around!
Why didnt he say that he loved her??
He spoke..(inspired he was, i guess)
He suggested a week off ( WTF.!!..where did this come from)
and told her that she bit off more than she could chew!!
Was he the same guy she knew?
She played the song louder this time...this time to herself
"two of a kind...Silence and I..We need a chance to talk things over".
They made up
The issue was still unresolved.
They talked....but he had suggested a week off!!
He showed up the next day..
The room was filled with the white glow.
filled her heart and her eyes too.
Its still a secret..what they made up on?