Just something i wrote in Huma Imtiaz's blog (atrophyingsenses.blogspot.com).. in answer to a rhetorical question.

Guess I kinda liked what I wrote.


who am i?

i wish i had something meaningful to say here.

unfortunately, i dont.

my theory.... is that self is the synergy of mind and heart.

let your heart decide where it is you want to go, and let your mind takev you there...as in use your head to get ther, dont just imagine it! *DUH*

then you'll realize that the destination you seek is the road beneath your feet.

and perhaps you'l find peace in the fact that you hunger, in the fact that you aspire,

in the fact that you are not at peace.

No time to Procrastinate!

Life is busy as hell nowadays. Dont even have time to indulge in my favourite pastime: procrastinating.

Have some great ideas, have alot to study, have alot to catch up on.

Lets hope i havent spread myself too thin, although I do believe I have.
I'd rather be writing stuff, but looks like I wont have the time for the next couple of weeks.

A Requiem Of Silence

Unheard but not unsaid
My every gesture speaks
and every line on my forehead
Tells a story
of gestating dreams and dying ambitions
of dismay in victory and ecstacy in defeat
every tear shed or unshed
follows a line of tragedy
slick salt upon my wounds
and every look gives birth
to a single answer
for so many questions
and so many questions
for a single answer
while not a leaf stirs
nor vocal chords reverberate
all thoughts and sensations drowned out
by thunderous requiems of silence

A Missionless Mission

GHQmustgo said...
What are your goals for this blog, out of curiosity? Mission statement?

Interesting question.

Here goes the answer.

This blog is written out of narcisstic need
To fan the flame within
To expell the fire from my bones
This blog is written to justify every tear that has ever been shed
and every tear that is being shed
and every tear that shall be shed

and every tear withheld

It is written to lay at peace the ghosts of the past
so that i may face the daemons of today
so that i may conquer whatever comes tommorrow
to achieve peace of mind
while recognizing that peace is stagnation

and stagnation is death

these are odes to loves unloved
loves lost
and lost loves
whether it be love of another
or love of self
or love of spirit

or love of love

This is a beacon of revelation for the emotions of a very shy individual
that fears showing his emotions
yet wants everyone to know how he feels.

Welcome to my blog.
It's beauty lies
within the eye of the beholder

Damn

She hates me.
terrific.

maybe I'll vent my emotions some other time.

Life sucks.

Yes, i know that you know that life sucks.

Big day tommorrow.
God help me.

Why the hell am i writing this?
No frikkin idea.
never seem to have one.

I'm sick of being confused all the time.
I need prozac.
Complaining feels so damn good.
Lets hope i survive.

The Eye Of The Beholder

I turned my light into darkness
and hid all my secrets in its farthest corners
knowing that your radiance would light the way
and hoping ot see the sparkle in your eyes
as the story of my heart would unfold before you
a fused chakra of fire and ice
dethroning kings
destroying demigods
only to lie defeated
by your delicate ankles
and your teasing eye
I will be your shield
if you hold me up from behind
please dont mind my scars
they're made of joy
I'll protect you with my calloused skinif you nurture what lies within
the softness i dare not reveal
lest its beauty be contaminated
by the eye of te beholder
until then,
I'll turn my light into darkness
hoping your radiance will come and light the way
and hope that you do not misconcieve
that the darkness was meant to keep you out
that my secrets are meant to remain buried away
You can here them, cant you?
they're screaming for release
begging to hold you in their warm embrace
within their hearts, hoping against hope
that you will see
the truth beneath the facade
the strength beneath the weakness
the beauty beneath the exterior
the sun beneath the night
and the light beneath my eyes.

Dont Know

dont know what to do
dont know what to say.

not sure if i can bear it all.

but i value it too much to let it go away.
Never thought I'd feel this way.
Guess I'll just ride the wave.
and hope things get better.

this is not poetry that I write,
they are the ramblings of my heart.
typed without filter
expressed without thought.

god save me.

the maelstrom of my hatred will engulf you,
devour you,
and spit out oyur bones to join my own,
if my malice spares even that.