The Mirror Speaks

If only my distant words could bridge across the darkness flooding from your unhinged emotions - I could rescue you from the shrine of your sacred torment and tell you why the reflection of the stars muddle on the surface of your thoughts.

The Mortal Voyage

The greatest adventure is travelling the expanse of the vast silence in between us.

Isn't loneliness a heartfelt gift if granted when you want it? As you wished, I will leave you alone. Unlike me, I hope the emptiness brings you something greater than shallow happiness and unspoken regret; you were one sentence better than my wavering words and a stern, devouring glance more certain than my actions.

Intermission

A drink is only as good as it lasts.

About Everything - It's Nothing

In my thoughts, I stood at the pinnacle of imagination and created unbound universes with the twitch of my lips; set existence into motion with the snap of my fingers; made butter out of mountains while I smirked at the sky; erased terrifying tragedies into obscurity with the wink of an eye.

I belittled death by inspiring lives. I gave purpose to the night by whispering a song that would make the day chase darkness. I appeased chaos and his brother war with a gentle motion of the hand.

Suddenly - why does the Earth tremble in the embrace of one stranger? Why do my ignorant feet deceive the absolution of my mind? 

When my frenzied thoughts rampage, they can conquer gods with nihilistic miracles. Yet, I have been drowned to the fringe of despair, on my disbelieving knees, by an uncaring angel, an elusive sylph, a girl.

How the dense silence in between us birthed cataclysm and shattered the only reality that truth clung to. It all seems like a lie now - everything. Look away, i cannot face the abyss of your dark gaze anymore.

The Mirror Lies

You know that life is twisted when you look at your reflection and see a shadow, when you look at death and find a friend.

Windy Day

There, again, I used my light words as fragile balloons
to rise to the precipice
just to be swayed by the gentle and beguiling wind
which caressed me off the edge of my warmth in the fever of my excitement.

Clearly Dark

The mental moonlight delicately steals the surface of my bitter mind and she, the gracefully sullen moon, seeps and claws deeper into the soul to leave a darker-than-black shadow of me on the trembling ground. So, why do my eyes, sky-bound and rapt, still tell me that they are looking at a wonder that lulled the nights silently into a fatal dream? Still - death has never felt more alive.

Keeper of the Night

Bloody eyes folded; sensibility as an owl sits diligent on my right shoulder while fear as a crow perches over my left, both telling me the reality of a fantasy world built of ideals; both telling me that i'm walking past illusions which materialized, that the darkness i experience isn't far off from what the nature of everything is. How i have imagined that light is real - the sole thought that has given me purpose; and i plod along further still. Sometimes, my hope is all that i can consider bright; and i walk still.

A Fashionable End

Wind brushes hair; caressed by despair; every step lapsed grace in an elaborate chase. Walking into the dark with a charming style; don't forget to flash your broken smile; for everything that was done and said, i am still walking as i was groomed for death.

A void

A detached spectre gazing in despair.

When everyone passed by so quick in a nightmarish lapse, she warped the fabric of time and then lit the darkness of an eternal night.

Now, as a ghost i whisper in your ears, 
hoping you'd dream something like you; something beautiful.

Now... Strangely.. i feel...

Parallel Horizons Collide

We could see past the horizons;

hand on chest, words to breath, united;

searching for secrets that ignite us;

doused in the strangeness that excites uS

Nothing

Let me tell you about loss

The Buds

There were three cigarette buds stranded somewhere called nowhere, not known, aware of or cared for. They started to speak among themselves. The first said, "I'm empty, the fire in me has run out." The second said, "I am nothing, there is only silence." "We are three cigarette buds.", said the third.

Ahhh..

Stepping through a door and looking at unfamiliar eyes, ah! a glipse of an acquanited floor, I ignore. Pretentious? Yes. How? By putting on my disguise and disguises are pervasive and often multiply. Offer me sweets if you may and say its lies, but there again you pretend and you say its not very nice? Tell me again how you feel true, ill maybe respond after you say what is true? How do i pass through to you?

Shamanic Teleport

Restless lair, the silence reeking of despair.
Theories made, all complication it seeks, evades.
Quiet misled by all the Noise that spoke instead.
Rising smoke, its nameless form seems to evoke...

Since thought has often made me vague, a spark of madness it roams a plague

Engulfing me helpless like a mist, a spell that shatters what e x i s t s,
as i b r e a k no one recognizes, where's my head? Though the soul it realizes.

Nothing to spare, almost There, Dance with air, Feel No care, Truly Bare.

As a child mother wild and father time took me by the hand through the sands, now there's no way to see glimpses of the past or future, what has and what would be.
I have dreamt of all of this so let me sleep.

Openings in the Mind!

Teleport me there! And Now! So I can find my way back somehow...

Openings in the Mind!

Teleport me there! And Now! So I can find salvation somehow...

So over-whelmed by all this sense, its so immense, the cosmic lens, looking so far and catching all the hours familiar with intense points of anguish and hate, moments when I felt too great, times i looked forward to fate but now i'm afraid its too late......

As I arise from abstraction, there seems no apparent course of action.

Openings is the mind...
Teleport me there and now so i can find salvation somehow

The residue is me, as pure as clear can be.
I've gathered my remains and scattered all my pain . . . . . .

eie

The Eye looks at you but reflects upon some else. So sorry if the beholder doesn't respond in the appropriate manner, your image doesn't appear at face value so the response is clear, not to yell Your Banner. The stimulI i choose not to be, so when will you hush your lips in understanding glee and truly see? Hey there I said it again its just Me.

Feeling

Doesn't everyone like feeling miserable from time to time? It makes you kinda grateful for being Alive! The emotion is unique on the soul street called Life; You know, one of those movie scenes where the persons lying casual in the rain cuz one has to contemplate from a different sometimes want-based and insatiable perspective or maybe something that has to pass. next scene is a pleasant sunrise with birds chirping the song of life while the clouds map the notes and the pulling sweet warm of the sun consumes you. Your suddenly complete again, temporarily at least.

The Dirt Bike Revelation of Love to Misery

Where does the race start? The Performance at S.I.T (A Land Far Far Away) was miserable but the Musician Posse managed to make the simple crowd morph manic.
The worthless wait for the results of a fecal sound system, though the crowd lifted our band ethos, was nonetheless worthless. So worthless that i had wasted what everyone had always said, though i was never much of a listener for the conforms of the prosaic society, was priceless; Time.

Time is so priceless in fact that if i could have a bag full of it I could have met Julius Caesar, Jesus Christ, Adolf Hitler, Jimmy Hendrix and many other pioneer Rock stars who the Sun had cast a light upon and could view with such radiant perceptibility. What a power house of a crowd the sun would be, just a sole entity which knew every personality that existed, exists and will. What a band manager it would make!

Where does the race start again? Don't i have a bus to catch to Guruvayur at 8:15 p.m?

At 7:05 p.m we leave in a hurry-spasm, frustrated and still worried. After the car drop at Far Away by my bands guitarist I had to catch an auto rickshaw to go Away. Away is in fact the Furthest Away and I needed to reflect and forget what love or these sticky connections were, a hypothetical weak thread of a web spun by ethereal yet dangerous creatures.

I reached the Bus Stop at Far Away exactly 10 seconds before the moving air-conditioned Palanquin drove Away, i grabbed my bag from my father and jumped on. A 5 second stop anywhere for the pettiest of lame issues on the path would've killed my Trip for Voluntary Societal Exile (Clarity) and the Process of Evolution(Mental and Emotional Growth), so that once again i would convince myself I was but a Neanderthal before this. This way I slide through Time immersed in a Thought which would become the Proof of the Cause.

A Tedious night of sleeplessness in the Bus and a late arrival at Guruvayur made it all the more worth it. I could feel the strings beginning to slim down. I was miserable no doubt but my misery must mean something soon enough.

The honest truth? We all love to feel miserable, its a feeling that caresses the psyche in its strange and engulfing ways. But how many nights of honey coated dreams which would haunt me in such absorbing(for consecutive hours) and vicious ways? The flawless beauty of the dream just made it a Nightmare.

After I met my friend who stayed at Away i continued to face the day in wait of this absolution or revelation i have tried but haven't had anywhere.
We drove to a ground somewhere in the branching maze of the narrow streets and something new awaited to inspire me.

Dirt Bike racing is the sought after, prestigious and exclusive sport for the lower - middle class masses of this sacred and wild piece of God's own country. The Adrenaline Was Me as i saw and screamed my misery out while leaning over the plastic tape track side-railing, at the biker scrapping and scattering dirt, as furious encouragement while it rained. The utter mess of the surrounding situation triggered an empathy with the Slush in my brain and the Misery was Dying Slowly as were my Past Bonds. When the misery of my love surmounted the love not reciprocated then the helpless lost hatred bred, but wait, I released all of my emotions till I couldn't speak a word as my Throat should give and gave Every Single Bit of its Life and Capacity to Feel as well as the Hearts! I spat everything out. Then why does it still hurt?

My Biker friend placed Second in his race(G.G) and for some sublime reasons i believe i was never even in the running for mine as mine couldn't care enough about the steps my feet took as too many feet marched and clouded mine, or worse I was misleading myself all along. How will i ever be complete if i don't finish? Am i even running on the right path? How can I ask without a voice? Though I am sure I ran a lost cause into some vague revelatory understanding why does it still hurt so sickeningly heart?

Ocean Of Love

A gentle breeze blows in my direction calling me;
On my knees, there's a fearful notion of this beast.

I wont give into this consuming sound.
This must be that Dark Abyss where im falling down.

We can cry our sorrow to the broken sea.
If there's no tomorrow it should be you and me.
You can walk on water but you Wish to Fly;
Purge my soul and my wings and there's Magic in the Sky.

The Song of the Siren has taken me away;
stranded on this island with not a Word to say.
Built a Boat for you dear but now its Broke and Gone.
All i need is you here so we can Swim to the Sun.