Life is so ironic!
Friday, 30 October 2009
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Fallen in love with this song....
The Final Cut - Pink Floyd
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Thoughts from somewhere!
The Child has grown, the dream is gone
And I have become comfortably numb.
Courtsey: Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd.
And I have become comfortably numb.
Courtsey: Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
MY BEST FRIEND
My words, my feelings
I share with my best friend
Who can’t speak or move or react
But still my best friend
To whom I speak when I am lonely
Speak out my words never told
Who says something that I never hear
But still my best friend
With whom I share my sorrows
That I don’t with anybody else
Who wants to do the same but I don’t
But still, my best friend
Who also says something, I don’t hear
But hours I spend with others
Who perhaps complains but I don’t care
But still, my best friend
With whom I play all tricks known
That I seldom do with somebody
Who blends as I wish, but I won’t stop
But still, my best friend.
With whom I have my emotions attached
Who can’t speak, move or react
It’s that alluring bottle of wine
My best friend forever.
this is a very old composition of mine .... Might not be the best but i love it!
Love, Hatred and Seclusion
If too much of anything is bad, I seek hatred for the good!
If I call it a principle of life ... it is quite acceptable that if we have too much of something, in the near or distant future it turns out to be something else which most of the times is entirely opposite of what we seek. Human nature is to seek happiness but do we get always what we seek? The answer is no. And in worst cases where we seek and get too much of happiness, sorrow accompanies as well. Too much of anything is bad. Like too much of food, alcohol, sleep etc etc. Isn't it true for every small thing? It becomes an addiction; but, of a different kind. You are too much addicted to leave it and it just remains in the heart and the hormones, never touching your nervous system.
Similar is the case with too much of love. Though this thought is unnatural, but it cannot be neglected. We do not realize it as everything goes good and we are addicted to it. But if the hypothesis is correct, it ought to be true in this case as well. When there is too much of positive energy, too much of smiles around, too much of joy you get a good sleep tonight but yes there can soon be a knock on the door and there awaits sorrow.
Now its not easy to evade all your positive energy and all the good that is happening to you because of the above stated stupid thought. But there is a time which you like to spend with yourself. That makes sense. Right? The reason why we try to do so is to go away at a mediocre level where there is neither love nor hatred. Or sometimes it is like a phase between these two.
This is the time of seclusion. We talk to ourselves, ask us questions, know the part of you which you have lost in smiles or in tears, the part of you which you lost in others smiles or tears.
Seclusion meets you in dream and in dreams there is no sorrow or even if its is there, it gives you the confidence that its not true.
If I call it a principle of life ... it is quite acceptable that if we have too much of something, in the near or distant future it turns out to be something else which most of the times is entirely opposite of what we seek. Human nature is to seek happiness but do we get always what we seek? The answer is no. And in worst cases where we seek and get too much of happiness, sorrow accompanies as well. Too much of anything is bad. Like too much of food, alcohol, sleep etc etc. Isn't it true for every small thing? It becomes an addiction; but, of a different kind. You are too much addicted to leave it and it just remains in the heart and the hormones, never touching your nervous system.
Similar is the case with too much of love. Though this thought is unnatural, but it cannot be neglected. We do not realize it as everything goes good and we are addicted to it. But if the hypothesis is correct, it ought to be true in this case as well. When there is too much of positive energy, too much of smiles around, too much of joy you get a good sleep tonight but yes there can soon be a knock on the door and there awaits sorrow.
Now its not easy to evade all your positive energy and all the good that is happening to you because of the above stated stupid thought. But there is a time which you like to spend with yourself. That makes sense. Right? The reason why we try to do so is to go away at a mediocre level where there is neither love nor hatred. Or sometimes it is like a phase between these two.
This is the time of seclusion. We talk to ourselves, ask us questions, know the part of you which you have lost in smiles or in tears, the part of you which you lost in others smiles or tears.
Seclusion meets you in dream and in dreams there is no sorrow or even if its is there, it gives you the confidence that its not true.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Poegination
The moon today is full, in its full glory or rather beauty, behaves like a 5 year old, plays Hide and Seek with the clouds and with all of us. An artist is playing with colours under the flash of a street light. A little boy throwing pebbles in the water trying to aim the moon, whenever he sees it. The roadside beggar is serenading his last songs of the dark with his old guitar waiting for the people to come out and admire the beauty. A cold breeze is hitting hard against the eyes. Nightingales are heard no more.
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