Ecstatic Failure

A very good friend of mine once told me a sentence. Although I did not believe him at first, certain instances in my life have finally convinced me that he was indeed speaking the simple truth. That one sentence, which comprised of only three words, couldn

Bleed my flesh, crucify my body, take me away...please...kill me now!

She has awakened for me, she is calling me with the stalwart glare that befits her. Peace, serenity, love, all the things that she does not offer..are also now the things I no longer long for. Left at solitude, left with myself, she is my everything, Ocularis Infernum, here I come to you.

Goodbye and good riddance

This time I am going to live up to the name of this blog. In diverging from all the poetic stuff, I am going to tell you somethings I think are true and I speak out of experience.

- Dumbf*** is a very, very funny word

- When you look at the mirror and scream, it means you don't look like your mental perception of yourself

- You may not remember what you did after 2 packs of Parle-G and 3 cups of coffee

- A ghost-written autobiography isn't really an autobiography

- "Ask me no truth, and I shall tell you no lies" is one f***ed up paradox

- "Glittering Bathrooms that fit your pocket" isn't a very smart marketing slogan. What the f*** will I do with a bathroom in my pocket? Maybe put a finger in the tub, or let my thumb go for a shit so that it can think....hmmm

- Slapping someone in front of nearly 100 people is not a very smart thing to do, especially when those 100-odd people are parents of your friends

- When your life revolves around a discussion board and yahoo messenger, it means that you have no life at all

- The amount of language needed to be known, to get around in a place that knows only that language, is equal to the amount of language to be known to say that you don't know that language

- When you listen to "Paranoid" for an hour and a half continously, it probably means that you are paranoid too

Encased in the beautiful silence
We lie here,below the ivory tower
Lost in each other's dreams
Allow the night to become ours

The silver orb shining brightly
Bathing in light, the ground white
The stars winking slyly at us
They share our secret, smiling bright

Her brilliant tresses
Her flight of doves
Her innocent caress
Love from above

Night gives way for day to enter
While we still lay at the Ivory tower
You gave to me, a belief in self
A sense of magic, a feeling of power

Time to leave for the future beckons
One day we shall return to these roots
The stars bear witness to this parting
As if, for consent, a star shoots

Her jovial laughter
Her angel wings
Me, her slave or
A puppet on strings

P.s.:As usual, I do not know what this means.

Well, I actually wanted to write some prose here but unfortunately, or fortunately realized that I have very little knack for it. So my blog lay dormant for a while and then out of the blue, creativity strikes! What follows was written in 25 - 30 minutes and is supposed to contain a story (if you figure it out, tell me too, 'cause I want to know)

The power of darkness
I see in those eyes
The beauty of black
And sun-lit clear skies

I see them,
Filled with innocence
Brimming with joy
Startling by their radiance
Loving with arrogance

Quietly, playing with me
By their only power, vision
Giving consent to approach
Then refusing permission

Mirroring the impossible
Signifying the unattainable
Silently reminding me
That they are free

Fly away, I tell them
For you are to come back
I cannot live without you
You already know that

Lowering themselves
Savouring the moment
Harbouring the pain
While I stand silent

Then the dreaded words

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