Change

Two things:
Shit scared.
Cannot wait.

Pagan Poetry

Cocoon

I was thinking of a butterfly. And felt sad.

I love this

And Today

Then suddenly.....
a series of images flashed across my mind's eye.


They looked like this.

Latent

Sometimes, my reflections don't necessarily fall onto paper as words. They can emerge as bars of a rhyme, sometimes even drawings.

Somewhere amongst my entangled thoughts or as a result of them, this was born.

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

I don't know why but Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson has a nice ring to it. I Don't know if anyone is familiar with the name. I'm sure everyone knows him as Lewis Carroll. He wrote one of the most endearing characters in Alice In Wonderland. He gave birth to the Hatter. For some reason I have a strange fascination with him, the Mad Hatter that is. Maybe its his manic appeal, or his quick-witted replies to Alice during the Mad Tea Party. "If you knew Time as well as I do, you wouldn't talk about waisting it.Its him." How the Hatter has crept into modern film, drama and music, is rather interesting. I like how the Hatter's image has evolved over the years. Here are a few pictures that depict the various interpretations of the Mad Hatter.


Have you guessed the riddle yet?

....Perhaps Poe wrote on both.

Callous

Sometimes, I wish I could sever all ties with the heart.
Cut of all nerves to the brain.
Slash the umbilical cord which gave me strength.
Regrow a new layer of skin.
Freeze all emotion from coming through.
Sometimes, I wish I was you.

Dead Eyes See No Future

A poor woman commits suicide, along with her two children by standing in front of a train. A man kills his own sister over a domestic dispute. A man overwhelmed by the high prices in his country, sets himself on fire. A young girl dies at a wedding, because firing guns is a sign of celebration. All of this in another town, in another village, in another country, somewhere across the globe.

Have a look at the headlines in a country different from your own.

House of Cards

Time takes a cigarette and puts it in your mouth

Its been two days. Two whole days, without you. I remember the way your smell fills my head, how it slowly slips into the corners of my over-worked mind, rendering my senses free of all fears and reservations. Where are you now? I think I've abandoned you. Being dependent on you for so long and for so much,scares me. How did I let myself become like this? I've thrown you away, and now I miss the way you taste, the way your warmth fills my body, the smell you leave on my fingers.Its been two days and I don't think I can wait any more.
Tomorrow, first thing, I'll buy another pack.

In Flames

No, not the band, but the feeling one gets when they get burnt. It seriously kills. Last night I accidentally spilled hot water over my hand. The klutz that I am, was busy in conversation with Zarain, not realizing I was pouring water everywhere but in the mug. As soon as I realized, I jumped(clearly unnecessary) and happened to pour a nice waterfall of steaming liquid over myself. That was the end of my hand and my sanity. Instead of yelling in pain, I started laughing. I think Zarain was just a bit too traumatized by me. I'm not a masochist, trust me.. but I just felt like giggling.. It was the strangest thing ever. It's like being in one of those situations where you end up in tears due to an overdose of laughter.Only in this case, it was more laughter and no tears.I wonder how different our lives would be, if every painful experience could elicit such a reaction.

Here's Evil In A Closet by Inflames


The Lyrics are worth looking up.