Haiku # 7 : Reality

Oh reality
Straight Sadomasochism
Pain is joy for you.

Haiku # 6 : Sickness.

My throat is on fire.
Is there no relief for me?
I hate being sick.

yes, I am sick. :(

Haiku # 5 : starved thoughts.

Tea is food for thought,
Though- you don’t really eat it,
It still helps me think.



I found tea far better than food(nowadays) and tea without sutta ...:"(

Sympathy for Mr. Pathetic ?

- What do I do?
- I waste my time.
- Why do I do?
- ... I'm pathetic...
- Am I sure?
- Not really.
- What do I mean?
- Guy's don't write.
- But I still do, I know.
- Pathetic, isn't it?
- It's not that bad. Many famous writers are men.
- But I'm not famous.
- I may be someday.
- Hardly.
- Don't be so negative, I!
- The odds are against me.
- But there's always a chance...
- Pathetic chance.
- Aww! Stop angsting!
- I'm not. I'm actually having fun.
- How come?
- This monologue. It's funny.
- Really?
- For me at least.
-Good save.
-Back to the point. This is pathetic.
- I'm just making this up, am I?
- What do I mean?
- Repeating that word. I just want to match the title.
- Untrue!
- Not at all. I love my voice.
- No, I don't! It's path-...
- Hehehe...
- What?
- I really do. Voice-lover!
- But I sound like my bro! My voice is stupid!
- But I still use it.
- What else can I do?
- Nothing.
- Aye... That was SO clever...
- Thank I
- I meant it to be sarcastic...
- I know.
- Me too.
- Big surprise.
- ...
- I haven't said the P-word for a while.
- True. Should I?
- Please do. It keeps the plot together.
- The plot is pathetic.
- That's the way I like it!
- ...
- ...
- This worries me...
-Spill the beans girl!
- ...
- ...
- ... Excuse me?
- Sorry... I couldn't resist...
- I scare myself...
- All do that. What's my problem, anyway?
- I can never be a writer.
- But of course I can! Trust myself!
- But my prose is pathetic!
- I named it that way...
- Nomen est omen!
- Carpe diem baby!
- Stop that... I don't say 'baby'.
- Unless someone kills it...
- That's a whole different thing!
- Suuuuuure...
- ...
- ...
- It's poetry!
- My poetry is good.
- No, It sucks.
- Who says so?
- I do.
- Oh yeah... But at least it's not pathetic.
- Thank I for reminding. It certainly is.
- ... Me and my big mouth... I'm just trying to be cheery!
- ...
- ...
- So, I'm a complete failure.
- I'm so adorable with my teenage angst. I could hug me!
- I could kick my ass.
- Am I a masochist?
- That's sick.
- Sad but true.
- ...
- ...
- I'm depressing...
- Nah... Not really.
- My black heart bleeds! My empty soul withers!
- I sound like a girl...
- Wha... I...?
- ... and look like one.
- So... I'm attractive?
- In my wildest dreams...
- Really? Smexy!
- No...
- Ow...
- ...
- ...
- Guess what?
- It's a flying fish?
- No, silly me. I'm absolutely right!
- Am I? YAY! About what?
- I'm pathetic.
- WHAT? But...But...
- I'm a loser good-for-nothing lame ass.
- But I just praised me and tried to cheer me up!
- Yeah, but not anymore. I have divided personality, I know?
- So what?
- I hate it. It's disgusting.
- I don't care.
- I hate me.
- I hate me too.
- I'm pathetic.
- Fuck me.
- I probably do.
- I'll show me! I'm gonna be famous!
- I'm never. I'm too pathetic!
- I'm INVINCIBLE!
-...
-...
- How pathetic ending.
- Agreed.








HAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!!! :|

Haiku # 4.

the trees sway slowly.
a bird sings in the distance
as its egg hatches.


Yeah, these haikus totally describe my situations :| :| :)

limit of optimism.

Times.

Good times are walking
And not saying a word
And skipping through puddles
Or dancing in the rain
Or sometimes just sitting
And finding pictures in the clouds

Good times are sitting
Outside in the dark
Surrounded by those candles
Swapping tales of madness and luck
Or replaying your favorite part
Of the tape over and over again

Good times are trying
To figure out the tangled lyrics
Or simply talking about things
That used to be or things soon to come
Or shooting a rubber band
Across the room, while nobody is looking

Good times are the places
We go when we aren’t supposed to
Or the stupid things we say
That neither will forget
Sometimes they are just being there
And doing nothing at all

Good times...are friends.






:( :(


pic : Rahul's album.

Black Metal

Arrrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh Bleaaaaaaaaaaaa
Arrrrrghhhhhhhhh Bleaaaaaaaaaaa
Satan
Buhahaaaaaaa Bleaaaaaarggggggggghhhhhh
Bleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Baaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Chorus:

Argh Argh Argh Argh Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bleah blea blea blea blea Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bleah bleah bleah bleaaaaaaaaaa
Argh!!!!!!!

Oeaaaaaaaa!!!! Arghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Oeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Bleaaaaaaaaaa bleaaaaaaaaaaa

Urrrrrrrr Mrrrrrr Argh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Chorus (2x)

Oooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhh!!!!!
Satan!!!!! Bleaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh Ouaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Apricots!!!!!!! Bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah bleah
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Chorus








PS : Tribute to all black metal bands that have absolutely no clue what they are shouting and screaming!

Hope i'm not offending real black metal bands. I'm a black metal fan myself =)

Enjoy and maybe some of you might even use my lyrics.


:P

haiku # 3

One Haiku a day
How hard can it really be?
Unknowingly said.

Haiku # 2

7 a.m.
too early for me
and the clouds

...End of an Era

To tell of all the things I've seen
Would be too tall a tale for me,
But love, hate, and relationships
Fade, distant, in my memory.
The certain signs, my stupid head
Refused to listen, time to time,
And before I saw it, certain dread
Came once, came twice,
A will, sublime.

Twisted memories,
Greyscale scenes,
Broken hearts
And shattered dreams,
Blind destruction,
Lover's lust,
Ash for ashes,
Dust to dust.

One night, an angel came to me,
Whispering my only prayer,
But smoke and mirrors, trickery
Distorted what was truly there.
And once again, my hopes' renown,
Which, exposed by my senseless mind
Shameless entities cast down,
Which a true owner has yet to find.

Ruin, failure,
Striking twice,
Gifts in vain
Of sacrifice.
Tortured soul
Closed to this Earth
Upon the promise
Of rebirth.

The quiet steps of hope befoul
The wish of never feeling sorrow
A stainless life up until now,
Waiting, once more, for tomorrow.
Reckless rape of former tries,
Have forced all blind, but one to see
What lies behind those empty eyes
Of tainted lies and agony.

Between the lines of conversation,
Contained within every word,
Will be stored, a hidden message,
Of a boy who loved a girl.
To turn again, reveal the curse,
The emergence of forceful haste
This gift of hate, and inferred verse
Under my standard, dispised waste.

Try to find
Where I belong,
When this battle's
Lost and won.
A stolen kiss,
Two tired sighs,
Three steps, and then
A rushed goodbye.


Pic : Courtesy 'Sandhya' :)

A Haiku, Every Day, Now On.

No haiku today
No haiku for you today
No haiku for you


PS : It is the Start Of Haikumania :D

अंतर्द्वंद

व्यव्हार, विचार
कल्पना, सत्य
अंहकार, भावनाए
जीत, हार

एक अंतर्द्वंद व्यवहार और विचार का.
क्यूँ हम विचार करके व्यवाहर नहीं कर पाते ,
क्यूँ व्यवहार को विचार नहीं बना पाते ?

एक अंतर्द्वंद कल्पना और सत्य में,
कल्पना के मिथ्या महल बनाके सत्य को झुठला दिया जाता है,
क्यूँ सत्य कल्पना से कड़वा होता है ?

एक अंतर्द्वंद अंहकार और भावनाओ का,
भावनाओ के बीच अहंकारी मैं,
और मुझे लूटता हुआ ये अंहकार|

एक अंतर्द्वंद जीत और हार में ,
हार कर भी जीत का आभास होता है,
कभी जीत कर भी मन बहुत रोता है|


समाज से कह दो मेरी छवी छीन लें
अब मैं आत्म छवी अपना रहा हूँ ,
अब अंतर्द्वंद करने की ताक़त नही
मैं तुझसे द्वंद करने आ रहा हूँ|





Pic : \google/

Musical Discoveries # 2 : Amaseffer

Band's name : Amaseffer.
Genre : Progressive Metal with middle eastern folk influences.
Origin : Israel ( Yeah, call them Terrorist Metal ( pun intended ) ) :P



Line Up :
Yuval Kramer - Guitar
Hanan Avramovich - Guitar
Erez Yohanan - Drum

the trilogy "holy project" featuring guest appearances by Mats Levén (KRUX, ex-THERION, YNGWIE MALMSTEEN), Angela Gossow (ARCH ENEMY) and Kobi Farhi (ORPHANED LAND), has inked a deal with InsideOut Music. The group's debut album, entitled "Slaves for Life" is the first in a trilogy about the history of the people of Israel as portrayed in the Old Testament.The first album of trilogy "holy project" called "slaves for life" is out.



"Slaves for life" One liner review : Pure pwnage.

If you like : Orphaned land, Melechesh, Salem...

Official Band Site : http://www.amaseffer.com

Myspace : Here

Sample Downloads : Here

Raindrop

People are like rain drops
They are with thousands.
not knowing where they will end up
not knowing where they came from
They just continue towards their end.
Some get caught in leaves wich increases
their time before they hit the ground.
But all the raindrops eventually get there.
No matter how hard the wind blows.

Pic : my Shitty 6300.One of my favorite pic though.this poem is here only because of this pic.

PS : When i dont understand things, I write. :D

Epiphany.

Connoisseur
Connoisseur of Color.
Connoisseur of Clarity.
Connoisseur of Contemplation.
Connoisseur of Questions.

What’s your connoisseur? Is a connoisseur a thing, anyway? Is it supposed to be used as a person, instead?

Is it just me, or is the creativity squished out of us at a young age? What about when we were told that things like dragons and fairies and spirits and demons and goblins and wicked things… didn’t exist? Why would they say such things?

What is beauty? Physical? Mental? Emotional? Everything? Natural? Fake? Does love really make something beautiful? Is brightness beauty? What about darkness? Where does it begin and end? Why are you so beautiful? Why is that girl over there… so very bland? Will Beauty really dance with anyone who is brave enough to ask? How do you define ‘beauty’, anyway?

What is ugliness? Overbearing? Irrelevant? Boring? Painful to look at? Suffering? Is it not there for you? What if you decided that ugly was really beautiful? What if I said I thought ugly was beautiful?

Is what you see what you need to do about it?

Can you make it to ‘more curiosity, and less security’? Can you make it to where you can see things you can’t do anything about? What if you wanted to look away, but what if you felt you couldn’t? Do you know everything about beauty and ugliness? What about curiosity?

Does gravity work every time?
Can you see everything I don’t see?
Can you please point them out so I wont miss them?

Why is the sky blue? Why does it turn red and then black at night? How come rocks are so gritty? Why cant cameras capture life? Why do you think we thought cameras stole a bit of our souls? What about mirrors? Why did ancient alchemists think that mercury would have the powers of the Philosopher’s Stone? How come our imaginations can go anywhere it seems? Why is ugliness so beautiful? Why is beauty so ugly? Why is selfishness so very good? Is the brain really like a computer? Why isn’t it like a rainforest instead? Is the body really a temple? Why isn’t it a fiesta? Why is writing so free? And drawing, too? How come there’s at least one flaw in every religion? Why can I always find those flaws if given time? Can you bring something to life? Is killing really the greatest sin? What about resurrection? Don’t some people deserve to die? Who gave me my eyes? Do you help me see for myself? Do I help you? Why do you keep saying I’m beautiful? Why don’t I believe you? What about windows? What are they? Why do you think I can survive in a windowless room? Who was it who decided that birds were completely free? Would you believe me if I said that the ordinary, plain, beautifully ugly, beautiful, extraordinary normalcy saved my life? Not changed, but saved?

How can everything make so much more sense when you ask questions?

Epiphany’s are like being dinked in cold water, don’t you think?

Hush.

Enjoy the silence.

PIC : \Google/..why the fuck i dont own a better camera than my shitty 6300 :@ :@

If Metal was a woman.....

If Metal Was a Hot Chick You Were Copulating With

(a study of different sub-genres)

Death metal: She strangles you with the umbilical cord of her 3rd-trimester aborted child and chops off your testicles with a rusty knife, then urinates on your corpse.

Progressive metal: She ignores you completely and masturbates instead.

Black metal: She drags you to the forest and sodomizes you with a crucifix, then accuses you of being a Zionist, communist homosexual and stabs you to death. She then burns your body for the glory of Odin and offers herself to a goat.

Power metal: N/A. No hot chick listens to power metal. Unless you're a chubby-chaser.

Doom metal: She whines about you thrusting too fast, then begins sobbing. She wonders why no one understands her, passes out from too much absinthe, and you don't get laid that night.

Grindcore: She gets you off in 30 seconds or less.

Folk metal: The session ends in disgust before it really started, because flutes simply aren't meant for certain orifices.

Thrash metal: You both have really sloppy, fast-paced sex then never see her for years. When she shows up again, she's gained 40 pounds, and she's bald.

Metalcore: You have awesome sex, and then you find out she's 15. You get arrested.

\mmmm/

Pic : google.

Birthday Song.

Creation
The cup of morning coffee
is a separate existence
the dishes are a journey
to the edge of the world and back.

Waking up is being born
And so the candles on the cake
are torches raised in honor
to another year gone by

"Sing happy birthday
like it's gonna be your last day,
like it's hallelujah"

You hum softly to yourself
and don't just let it go by
put on a smile, see yourself
in the mirror, know it's real

Listen to the music
in your head
as the whole world
sings your happy birthday song.

And you pleasantly hum along.


PIC : \Google/
1. Related : I assume perfect birthday in this way only. (MayBe!)
2. Unrelated : Love the movie "bridge to Terabithia" and my love for it made me put this sketch.

HappyNextYear ?

Another day, another year,
Another moment, another tear,
Many days, and many pains,
Many pours, of daily rains,
But now it comes, to start a new,
For all the things that I've gone through,
More brings less,
Less memories,
Less pain,
Less lies.

Welcome to IIT.

First thing : almost 80% of download from my server was porn.

Second Thing : one chut even downloaded Gwar song named "pre-skool Prostitute" cause he thought that the song is some porn too.

heights of pervertness and Stupidity :|


PS : CLick for the full view.
PPS : got nothing to do, was highly bored :D

\MS Paint/

Musical Discoveries # 1 : Laura.

Laura is an Australian post-rock band that at first listen, I must admit, sounds like every other post-rock band out there. Though, they did grow on me after a couple of listens. And with every listen, I hear something new from them which is quite an amazing feat to achieve when you’re a band in a sea of similar-sounding bands. Subtle electronics, huge wall of sound, cathartic build-ups, atmospheric calm parts, cello, piano, “twinkling guitars”, steady drumming, minor vocal parts, amazing melodies, CATHARSIS. Laura has it all. And they don’t sound boring and bored (which is a feeling I get when listening to some of the similar-sounding bands). The songs are long, but they don’t drag.

If You Like:
Explosions In The Sky, Mono, 65daysofstatic

Laura - Mapping Your Dreams
http://www.mediafire.com/?4dryx9szgcy

Laura’s myspace

http://www.myspace.com/lauranoise

Laura’s website

http://www.wearemappingyourdreams.com/