From: India
About me: About me? Well.. Recluse, dysphoric, morose, inane, insane, caffeine-addict, misread, ascetic, platitudinal, dreamer, volatile, scathing, auspicate, deviant, disparate, iridescent, chatoyant, irate, morbid, colors, canvas, creation, hue, saturation, redemption, vehement, profound, intense, abysm, aphoristic, bound? Creative, encumbered, blasphemous, extant, sentient, opiate? Absurd, moronic, loony, preposterous, harebrained? Plastic blue conversations, paradoxes, anomalies, threnodies, acousmas, delusions, illusions, soliloquies?
Thursday, September 25, 2008,12:02 AM
To sleep a dreamless sleep.
To experience oblivion for a fraction of eternity.
To sink into the cold, comforting gloom.
To rest your head against a frosted windowpane as a blizzard whirls and dances outside.
To hear the blood pounding in your ears.
And to savour..
The exquisite agony of holding on.
And the wonderful, wonderful feeling of letting go.
For Asad.
To experience oblivion for a fraction of eternity.
To sink into the cold, comforting gloom.
To rest your head against a frosted windowpane as a blizzard whirls and dances outside.
To hear the blood pounding in your ears.
And to savour..
The exquisite agony of holding on.
And the wonderful, wonderful feeling of letting go.
For thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor my wings beating against the stars - and I fain would not have thee hear or see.
I shall laugh your laughters and sing your happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance your brighter thoughts.
For Asad.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008,2:42 AM
Rorschach
Ink blots.
Blooming, mushrooming, spiralling.
Drawing you in, deeper.
Exhorting a pull stronger than gravity.
Like hooks beyond your navel,
Tugging, dragging, wrenching,
As you kick back your heels in resistance.
Pulling, enchanting, mesmerising.
Horrifying.
Like a thousand wet fingers,
Brushing upon your face.
Enthralling, disgusting, gratifying.
Ink blots.
Blooming, mushrooming, spiralling.
Drawing you in, deeper.
Exhorting a pull stronger than gravity.
Like hooks beyond your navel,
Tugging, dragging, wrenching,
As you kick back your heels in resistance.
Pulling, enchanting, mesmerising.
Horrifying.
Like a thousand wet fingers,
Brushing upon your face.
Enthralling, disgusting, gratifying.
Existence is random. Has no pattern, save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning, save what we choose to impose.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net