Save Me

Just wish we finished composing the tune for this, Arvind. We could have finally played an original, and I could have sung a song I wrote...

I lie alone in this room.
I cower from the shadows that move,
within my head.
I feel strange.
I feel so cold that I feel numb,
yet I feel fear.

Breathe life into me,
I'm crumbling.
Breathe some life into me,
I'm dying.

Mottled things in my soul.
Rotting inside I'm losing it all,
clinging to the rust
Naked within winter's heart
The frost spreads through my veins,
heads for my heart.

And then I see you open the door,
I see your face as your eyes seek me,
and I feel hope. No more alone...
Breathe some life into me,
I'm crumbling.
Breathe some life into me,
I'm dying.
Because once I fade into the dust,
your tears won't bring me back.
Save me now.

About Me

Through the path haunted by ghosts of failed attempts, through darkness and light, through the fiery mists of uncertainity, walks a man...in search of the power to defy that which stood unquestioned for millennia and breeds despair...
on a quest...for immortality....

Through the skies, over the torn landscapes, above the crumbling mountains, the dying rivers, the burning forests...unable to see that which it has conquered, a blind falcon soars...
trying to survive...

In the heaps of dust that keeps buried deep within its breast hopes and dreams reluctant to resurface, in the shadows of a perpetual night devoid of moon and stars, within an unending desert created grain by grain through the ages...blooms a wild flower, to defy...
awaiting dawn...

The traveller, the blind falcon, the wild flower...Multiple facets that blend to create a bottomless depth that forms an illusion of never having existed....

Colours of Darkness

The heart bleeds as the soul sits still. Moments slip away as the unforgiving sands of time escape the desperate clutch. A waltz through the thin line between genius and madness leads to the precipice of the unseen. A veil is lifted, and the soul sees more than the eyes ever could. The shadows sing the haunting tune of the soulless as a vertigo takes over, a vortex of screams and tears ravages the mind.

Beneath the surface of the ocean of what could have been, lies the truth. The reason, which mercilessly taunts and calls out, lurking just out of reach. The reason, the tool to cut through the intricate web of illusion we weave to preserve our sanity. The reason, the truth that is feared.

Life. The cost of a moment of enlightenment. The cost of a moment of clarity that remorselessly shows what is.

Life. The cost of seeing the colours of darkness.

Etched

As I stared at the sky, morning faded into noon, noon to dusk and dusk to night. Among the clouds I could see your face. Your smile, your dimples....your eyes...abysses that I once lost myself in. Memories of the times when I knew we were inseperable...when we could not fathom where one of us began and the other ended whirled around.

Our first meeting, I remember so well...you coaxed me out of my fortress, where I was caught in a web of comfortable complacence woven by the crowd that I knew so well, pulled me away from it all and made me fly with you....

Your silken tresses , your deep brown eyes, your ready smile. The way you looked so beautiful no matter what you did...the way even in silence so much could be told when you were with me...

The day we both foresaw came and went. We both chose to go on our seperate paths as the fleeting moments we had together could not compensate for the time we were not with each other...because letters and phone calls were just not the same...

Yet, even now, as I walk down the road of memories when I find the time, when the wind sways the trees that surround me, I hear whispers of your name.

I will never regret any of the time we had together. It was worth the pain. You taught me how to fly...

The Solution

Our identity is something we hold in highest priority…to maintain a uniqueness that defines us, and separates us from the rest. And yet, what we also hold dear are things that hold us together, for as is evident, man is a social being…religion, for example. We struggle, put our differences aside and go into war for religion. But even this unification is flawed, due to the diversity that exists within this idea.

Uniqueness is beauty. Without uniqueness, there will be no excitement, no joy, no sorrow. And here the question must be put forward…is our identity so precious that we may ignore the millions of deaths caused by an intolerance that slowly yet steadily builds up against ideas and views that others hold in reverence?

For a solution exists…efficient, but loathed by everyone, including me. The removal of uniqueness. The death of identity. To forge a machine that all of mankind will be units of, no more.

Melancholy

Dedicated to the man who had nothing to share but his memories, who for the very first time showed me the inescapable point in a person’s life when one cannot live in the moment.

Unseeing eyes stare into the distance, peering to a future that is not. Within, the mind is a storm of memories that come unbidden. The fire that once defined everything has burned out, and the ash of sacrifices made is all that remains, to be blown away by the winds of time that caress the soul all the while eroding it gently. Yet, within the storm and winds dust settles upon the heart. The past is where it shall live, defying time, for nothing but void fills the moments now as they pass slowly, for life is no more the pause pregnant with possibility as it once was…

The Birth Of A Blog

It begins. Perhaps this is not the best of times for me to start a blog. My college starts this Saturday, and going by what my friends say, i'll be dying beneath mounds of homework (the inevitable fate of the student) without time for this. But its done.

I think I'm bumping into a writers block. My first blog, my first post. I suppose this is the point where I'm to tell you what this blog will be like. I'm afraid I have no idea. We'll just have to wait and see what it evolves into.