More Incoherent Thoughts
This evening the world seems as distant as the fading horizon on a lazy shimmering sea. I don't think i know the people anymore. I don't think i know my friends any more. There are no more songs to capture my imagination, no more vessels can take me to that horizon. Is this where it all ends? Or has it only begun? Questions such as these plague my weary mind and the train chugs on to the destination i can barely call home. The thought of those walls suffocates me and life seems like a prostitute waiting for a customer, ready to finish the job and move on to the next.
More incoherent thoughts. I wonder if the beauty of a poetry lies in its incoherence. Words form a trapdoor in an inebriated mind and spill out in a beauty of disorder. The dark folds of this endless night engulf it in shrouds of mystery. These words will never be spoken again. Interpretation is just a facade for your own thoughts.
Tagged – 7 Weird Things
Okay, normally this is something that I absolutely ignore, but I was tagged by Aurora Sky and I'm taking it up this time. I have to give 7 weird/ random things about me. So then here goes:
1. My music taste - I only listen to anything that is classified under rock/metal and I listen to Ghazals. (Does anyone find that weird? A lot of my friends do.)
2. I am shit scared of ghosts and ghost movies. But if someone talks about a haunted place, I would be the first person to go and explore that place.
3. I got busted on a beach in Goa trying to roll a joint like an ass - one and half year back.
4. I used to listen to sick pop music (backstreet boys, boyzone, etc.) till standard 11. After that my music taste changed overnight.
5. Once in school, I had scored higher marks than what was calculated on my paper. I never bothered to tell the teacher cause I didnt care. I got scolded very badly for not saying that I have got higher marks. (I was totally confused, honestly)
6. I had asked a girl out for the first time when I was 21, cause I had heard she had a crush on me. I was shivering while we ate in silence.
7. I want my death to come as a sky-dive without a parachute.
I dont think I know of 7 people who still continue to blog. I will pass the option of tagging 7 people.
The day wears on….
The day wears on and that gentle hope for a new tomorrow feels like a malignant tumor that threatens your very existence. It hardens your soul and the tears run dry. The emotions that created life, were simply distorted, till they gave in with a final sigh. The word hope now feels like the most political and manipulated word i have ever heard. Hope was butchered back in those days and its been years since then. There are only events and ends that you live for, over which you have no control.