Stars Die.

One of those "crappy" nights. No Sleep. And all the luggage still in my head. This Picture reminds me of the Snow Patrol album cover.

Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme
Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream
I try to relax but its warmer outside
I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide

This has become a full time career
To die young would take only 21 years
Gun down a school or blow up a car
The media circus will make you a star

Dark matter flowing out on to a tape
Is only as loud as the silence it breaks
Most things decay in a matter of days
The product is sold the memory fades

Crushed like a rose
In the river flow
I am I know

Pain

Gone Forever To Return Never A Pain So Clever I Failed To Discover.........

So Much For Truth, Honesty and Love.

Televators

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
Riddle me this:
Three half eaten corneas
Who hid the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
Auto de fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth that
Split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that kerchiefed his face?
A room coloured charlatan hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
Auto de fe
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch and hobbled sway
Auto de fe
A capillary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are Always the coldest to go

.3 and Carmosel - A Short Though A Very Long Story

He comes back home at 7pm sharp. Completely washed out from the day's hectic work. With one hope, yes he has someone to take his back. Carmosel, never thought in that direction ever. He never realised he can be stripped off, of all that he has. There is a blur. He realises he is growing old. He looks at his watch, its 7:10pm. He has nothing to do. Nothing to say. Just a blank corner to stare at. He sits in one corner and his face becomes wet. It has become a routine. Its a part of his life. It all started, the day he realised that all his innocence has betrayed him. Whatever he had learnt till date was completely ridiculous. Promises, feelings, people, life and more importantly his own beliefs. They were all kept in a box, in one corner. Its nothing but useless bits of pieces of paper. Carmosel, gets up, washes his face and opens the box again. He looks at pictures, notes and retrospects for awhile. He is tired of the routine. He knows, none of it matters anymore. He looks around and fixes some vodka for himself. He knows its gonna be a long evening. He turns on the television and just stares at the screen. His favourtie song is on. But he is not interested anymore. He is sick of it. Carmosel gets up, and decides to sleep for awhile. But then there is no peace. He can't sleep. He can't stay up. It happens again. He looks at his phone again. It is as silent as the day he bought it. He throws it away. His face becomes wet again. He is sick of it. And then...in a sudden spur... he pulls out his beautiful .3 . Looks at it again. "Here we are". Bang.

Ridiculous Me

I have never felt this ridiculous, ever in my life. I feel small, naive and like a complete disaster. I guess, my state of mind affects all my actions, my thoughts and it affects the most important factor of my life. Jen. I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like doing anything right now. Hope i can extract some apathy from somewhere.

The Canal

This one is dedicated to my friend.

Breaking The Habit.

Memories consume

Like opening the wound

I’m picking me apart again

You all assume

I’m safe here in my room (unless I try to start again)

I don’t want to be the one

The battles always choose

‘Cause inside I realize

That I’m the one confused

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

I don’t know why I instigate

And say what I don’t mean

I don’t know how I got this way

I know it’s not alright

So I’m Breaking the habit Tonight

Clutching my cure

I tightly lock the door

I try to catch my breath again

I hurt much more

Than anytime before

I had no options left again

I’ll paint it on the walls

‘Cause I’m the one at fault

I’ll never fight again

And this is how it ends

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for

Or why I have to scream

But now I have some clarity

To show you what I mean

I don’t know how I got this

I’ll never be alright

So I’m Breaking the habit Breaking the habit Tonight

Its not a good feeling to become a reason of someone's distraction. Very few people know the right things they want in life and i respect them for this. Focus, determination and hard work. Lately, i have seen everyone disappearing in the flow. Absolutely everyone i associate with have found things to indulge in. I have always been the confused soul. Someone who can't focus. But i won't let the others get distracted by me. I thought this over a phone call in the evening and came to a conclusion that "yes" i don't get the point. Maybe its right, or completely wrong. I don't know. Priorities should not be shuffled, and i'll hate myself if it happens because of me. Funny how things changed. I see everyone around. People have moved to different places. They are doing different things. Doing everything according to their own wish.So much has changed in past one year and i have been stuck here, in the same place. It's the same comp, same house, same room, same burger, same me. Am i worth anything? Yeah, you are right....my poor brain.