The time has come,
For the shadows to lie in wait,
For me to hold my breath,
To overlook my fate.
I fumble about in the dark,
The day has long passed.
I don't know how long,
This mental eclipse will last.
When the clouds do clear,
I will see the bright white.
Sun spots and bush fires,
Looking at the searing light.
And a distant sound,
A sputtering node,
And I will witness,
My heart implode.
And we will all say goodbye,
To paradise,
To join the flock,
Of eagles in the skies,
Blissfully unaware,
Of our goals,
Our minds,
And our souls.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
That which kills us, makes us stronger
It's appalling,
When I can't help falling,
But I'm not free falling,
I'm tethered to it.
A parasite, a leech,
Within my reach,
And it won't let go,
No.
I don't want it to go anyway,
I haven't suffered this way,
In a long time,
I'm well past my prime.
It kills me everyday,
My vision turns gray.
But I feel stronger,
I need it to last longer.
A passer by walked up to the spot,
And reached out,
"Take my hand, I'll pull you away."
And I said, "Nay!"
I need this, I want to stay here.
It's my everything, the drug that you fear.
I know not where from it came.
But we are one, we are the same.
When I can't help falling,
But I'm not free falling,
I'm tethered to it.
A parasite, a leech,
Within my reach,
And it won't let go,
No.
I don't want it to go anyway,
I haven't suffered this way,
In a long time,
I'm well past my prime.
It kills me everyday,
My vision turns gray.
But I feel stronger,
I need it to last longer.
A passer by walked up to the spot,
And reached out,
"Take my hand, I'll pull you away."
And I said, "Nay!"
I need this, I want to stay here.
It's my everything, the drug that you fear.
I know not where from it came.
But we are one, we are the same.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
How to use facebook while at work
There comes a time in every man's life where he stops everything he's doing and tries really hard to listen to that inner voice struggling to be heard. It doesn't say things like 'You rock!, or 'Watch out for that truck!'. The only thing it does is makes you want to change the kind of person you are. This impulse triggers decisions that can change a person's life.
And if you've been reading all of this so far, I must confess that I never intended for any of it to make sense because I'm not writing a thesis . Nor am I on the path to great success with my perspective.
I just wanted to showcase the fact that people will write anything and other people will read that anything just because they want to do something different.
The only excuse for everyday monotony is a whiff of fresh air, that is the distraction you have been waiting all your life for.
It could be as complicated as trying to conquer a mountain or something as simple as changing your status on Facebook.
Status message: Arvind feels like writing another poem, but is stumped! What do I write about? Any suggestions? :-/
And if you've been reading all of this so far, I must confess that I never intended for any of it to make sense because I'm not writing a thesis . Nor am I on the path to great success with my perspective.
I just wanted to showcase the fact that people will write anything and other people will read that anything just because they want to do something different.
The only excuse for everyday monotony is a whiff of fresh air, that is the distraction you have been waiting all your life for.
It could be as complicated as trying to conquer a mountain or something as simple as changing your status on Facebook.
*~*~*
Status message: Arvind feels like writing another poem, but is stumped! What do I write about? Any suggestions? :-/
Friday, February 27, 2009
Lone
Weighing worry,
Cumulus clouds droop
At a misinformed milestone
I leave the group
Inviting wastelands
A role reprise
I'm tethered to stone
Self sacrifice
Time lapse and
Happiness elope
I'm left hanging
On a tightrope
Funnel me into the void
Patronise, don't pacify
My solitary echo
Is just a lingering sigh
A state of paralysis
That you've defined
I'm disturbed, I'm free
It's all in your mind
Cumulus clouds droop
At a misinformed milestone
I leave the group
Inviting wastelands
A role reprise
I'm tethered to stone
Self sacrifice
Time lapse and
Happiness elope
I'm left hanging
On a tightrope
Funnel me into the void
Patronise, don't pacify
My solitary echo
Is just a lingering sigh
A state of paralysis
That you've defined
I'm disturbed, I'm free
It's all in your mind
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Your daily supply of ham. (lol)
I like being alone,
And I'm sorry to sound crude,
But I'm not so lonely,
That I'd actually screw a dude.
A wise man once told me,
Live it up, get paid.
Life is not always about,
Getting laid.
It's just a dry spell,
I'm not even in hell.
And even if I don't tell you,
I'm doing pretty well.
I don't prey on women,
During hunting season.
And I read the Cosmopolitan,
For all the wrong reasons.
I'm just a guy,
We have our needs,
But we'll never tell you,
Our dark, dirty deeds.
Staying single for eternity,
Is not a test.
It's a testimony,
Why I'll always be the best.
*~*~*
Taking a hiatus at work. A distraction. A mental shut down. A lethargic break.
And all I suffered was a moment of euphoria.