overcoming #@$@#%!

It was fun, i started off with no hope of carrying out a decent meaningful conversation, but it wasnt meant to be that simple. We talked, i thought it was fun, you undermined my only reason for living, corrupted my dreams and soon i stopped dreaming without even realizing it. I had turned into everything i hated about people, my persona of evil. I talked of things i didnt think i was capable of even listening to.
Little by little my insides rotted, still unaware of the apparently indelible change. As always the realization dawns a little late and it seems too late to revert the numbness that has taken over. Benumbed from head to toe, the change may be too discomforting for my comfort. The lack of sensation, far from gratifying(as i once believed it would be) but complacent enough to deter change will be the end of me.

friends

Why did it take me so long to realize this? Even now, can i be absolutely certain?
Looking into the mirror at the face of the illusion, dark lines streaked across the wall, the light illuminates, at the same time casting shadows over the chaste plains.

I have never been quite sure about who my friends were or if i had any at all. I dont mind most of the people i meet, its only my friends that i have a problem with. Once i start analysing them all the kirks become apparent, that coupled with their tendency to compete to prove their superiority over me annoys me to no extent(this wouldn't have mattered if they actually did have some grey matter inside that thick skull of theirs). But the problem is all my so called 'cool' friends fall into this category and now the people whom i wouldnt have looked twice at before are beginning to seem cool, they accept that i'm smart and are ready to listen to the things i want to say and dont just write me off as some arrogant, narcissistic, conceited ass.

Everybody has a cool side to them and one should be smart enough to recognize that in others and just accept them for who they are....

The need to write

Is it a need, a compulsion or an obligation that i have to fulfil?

you think you have an idea????? well i've got news for you.......so do 6 billion other people on this planet.
now the question is, why would you think you are different from any of them?

some might say its the company that induces one to think or perhaps its the peer group that influences one into thinking or is it the way the this patriarchal system works that impregnates ideas.......well whatever the reason might be, it works.

One has to be genius to come up with something brilliant in total solitude without being influenced whatsoever by anything around him that actually gets wide recognition.
Good ideas in well knit societies are commonplace, brilliant ideas on the other hand are a rarity, but not as impressive as ones a supposedly socio-path might come up with.
Its one thing to be given the parts of a puzzle and asked to complete it and another to come with the entire puzzle itself......thats the true genius that needs to be appreciated.

Imagine a world where everything in copyrighted right down to the smallest detail and the slightest imitation of any detail of it punishable by death
every single automobile had to be unique, every house or anything that one can think of had to be one of a kind....sure it would tremendously retard the rate of progress but the progress that we do make will be in giant leaps
and the best part would be everyone would have to contribute and not just leech

The Ring

I see a ring,
a ring that encompasses all,
comprehensive of all the thoughts and people and pleasures,
the dark ring precedes the corona,
if not, most would be lost forever.

Everything has its place,
no matter how much one begs to differ, he's still a part of the system,
only the enlightened souls(and the mad men) reach the girdle,
everyone strives for it with a basic idea of it in their heads,
they reach out to emptiness,
the darkness within them averts their dreams, tainting them.

Inception

All that was needed was a trigger to set the bullet in motion,
the burst of entropy far more potent than the strongest of the nuclear warheads,
strong enough to manifest itself on reality,
blurring the face of the maniac with his grasp around the cold steel trigger,
dreams so complex, they start to make sense and seem almost a bore.

A pledge to never go back,
lock away everything that needs to be forgotten,
not in a door-less room, but a miniature glass ball,
seemingly too small but withholding more than i could dream up in a lifetime,
the alarming attention to detail,
the smoothness, the impeccable shape and the immaculate gloss and colour,
it seduces you to grasp it in your palms, but its touch impalpable,
once inside, only the essence can seep out,but never the thought itself.
It reflects everything and yet its dark,
could be shattered but not without dire consequences...

Machines

I wonder what it is about super cool machines that make me go WWOOOOWWWW!!!
I knew i was in love the first time i laid my eyes on a lamborghini(i think it was a gallardo). Man, what a car that was!! i was absolutely besotted...
Usually orange isnt a colour one uses to paint a million dollar production car, or any other car for that matter(unless one has the intention of blinding every person laying his eyes on it) and when you hear of a orange lambo you'd expect it to be ugly and flamboyant but on the contrary orange is the best colour to canvass this awe-inspiring car.
Then came the Lamborghini Murcielago LP-670 SV......i think just the sight of it benumbed my brain and my body went torpid and i'm quite certain i was drooling. It looked diabolical to say the least! It projected the feeling-"I'll rip your head off and eat you alive!". I watched with my mouth half open when it was reviewed on top gear. If someone told me it could fly i'd probably believe that, it looked more like a fighter plane than a sports car. I'd say i was head over heels in love with it....and that was before i knew what it was capable of! Rumours has it that it can shred tarmac and slice through mountains and once i saw it perform i was convinced!
It's the love of my life! Given a choice between remaining single for the rest of my life and owning one of these babies, i'd choose this without so much as a second thought!

99 Red Balloons

whipped out the steel rule,
shouted out "en gaurde",
swinging that shit around madly,
jumping about without a thought in my head,
set my mind free and danced like a perfectly insane madman,
even unaware of the word "inhibition",
the sound of music flooding my veins,
body swaying to unheard beats,
the song kept playing in endless loop till i collapsed from exhaustion,
i closed my eyes peacefully, aware that i might never listen to that song again.



You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one they were gone
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
As ninety-nine red balloons go by

Ninety-nine decisions treat
Ninety-nine ministers meet
To worry, worry, super scurry
Call out the troops now in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it, boys, this is war
The President is on the line
As ninety-nine red balloons go by

Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht?
Daß es einmal so weit kommt
Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Luftballons

Ninety-nine dreams I have had
And every one a red balloon
It's all over, and I'm standing pretty
In the dust that was a city
I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
Here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go