LOVE.

Love is but lust,
A circle.
And an smile.

End of the world

Don't you forget what I've told you
So many years
We are hopeless and slaves to our fears
We're an accident called human beings

Don't be angry for loving the baby
And say it's unreal
So many lives turned to salt
Like roses who're hiding their thorns

It's the end of the world
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise

In your room doing nothing
But staring at flickering screens
Streets are empty, but still you can hear
Joy of children turning to tears

Disease hides around every corner
Quiet, lay still
Wait for a moment to hear
We forgot what is touch, what to feel

It's the end of the world
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise

Take this pill, it will make you feel dizzy
And then give you wings
Soon, boy, you'll fall into sleep
Without nightmares, without any fears

If you wake up in hell or in heaven
Tell the angels we're here
Waiting below for a dream
Here in the garden of sin

It's the end of the world
The end of the world
It's a prison for dreams and for hopes
And still we believe there is God
It's the end of the world
The end of the world
We're dead but pretend we're alive
Full of ignorance, fools in disguise



End of the World - Blackfield.

PS : i won't write my own composition for a certain time. :)

Sad But True. :) ***

- Pain is a black rose in our grave, a proof that we once lived.

- Enough is fear. More is freedom.

- We are a sunset fading in someone's dream.

- When you feel emptiness, you're just full of pain.

- Life is reduced to the orgasms we seek in it.

- To deny the dark side of our souls is to live only half of our lives.

- Beyond the infinite lies the void of consciousness, and therefore the truth.

- When there is lack of love, there is lack of power.

- We all shall confine ourselves within our own words.

- We all seek memories so we can miss them.

- Boredom comes from peace.

- He who loves is a master at hate.

- A man can possess everything except his own heart.

- Where truth lies we sleep over.

- Deception comes from expectation.


*** : . . .. .. ..

iLaugh

I am not a good person.
I laugh at people.
I give people what they dont deserve.
I am a scary soul who gets abused behind her back.
I mock people.
I laugh at people.
I dont consider anyones existence except me.
I laugh at people.
I am so full of myself.
I do to people which makes them say"ksi k sath aisa na ho".
I laugh at people.
I react because people want me to react.
I laugh at people.
I can b simple too.
I am being simple.
I laugh at people.
I dont regard anyones goodness.
I am a liar.
I make up stories.
and did i mention:-
I laugh at people.
HAHAHAHA..m still laughing..
I should die.
Thats what I want u to know about me.
who seeks reality?
neither me nor u..
done writing this crap.
read?
had fun?
laughing?
hahahaha..
now leave.
n oh i forgot to write:-
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA n :D :D :D n :P :P :P


PS : Not a single thing is part of my own writing and special posts because of 125th post and something else :D

PPS : And Please, don't sue me for copying COPYRIGHT material. :D

Rahim Rahim Rahim

Rahiman dhaaga prem ka, mat torai chatkaye

Tootai to phir na jurai, jurain gaanth pad jaye!!


So true. :)

Let's put a smile on that face..

A twisted mouth begins to laugh
So ghostly white, he paints his mask
On nighttime streets a dark he brings
Such mischief spreads as sirens ring

Of man, a savior comes from fear
A creature of the night, he'll wear
The taunting echoes, "Just a freak..."
He shan't believe the lies, "...like me."

The sunken eyes of crooked pain
Begging, pleading "play my game."
In hand comes threats from silver gleam
Through vicious grin comes madness' scream

Will dark knight waver, will he win?
Could he commit such craven sin?
To die as hero; Rise corrupt
Endure existence, not enough

Wreaking havoc, soul deranged
Mortal being guide the change
Conquer wicked, lest we fall
Prey to evils beck and call

"Let's put a smile on that face..."

Trainspotting Revisited

Choose a life.

Choose a career.You have all that time might as well do something with it.Become a doctor.Cure your 72 year old patient, give him back his fuckin' life that read his autopsy report 5 years later...Died of natural causes, didn't he?

Choose friends.You are too weak to stand alone.When you are happy go share it with them.Naively think you'll make them happy too...Then when you are on the ground there ain't gonna be no one standin' near you.'Cause no one wants to ruin their lives like you did.

Choose an addiction.That will certainly be there for you.Of course, you gotta' put out the money but hey...at least you see it.Take a cigarette for example.Let's just say smoking is your big addiction.Cigarettes will always be there, won't they?Yeah, for a fuckin' 5 minutes.Then you'll realize they are gone.Along with a huge number of your carboxihemoglobines...

Choose love you fool.Give your heart to a bitch so she'll make you feel all warm and fuzzy and protected.Say life is gorgeous and you don't care about anything else in the world...There's just you and your significant other.Then you'll get bored of her.Or she will get bored of you and you have no more love.Or anything else 'cause the rest of the world won't give a shit about you.Like you didn't give a fuck about the rest of the world back when your lover was beside you.Love...worse then heroin I tell you..

Choose music.Music changes.Like everything else in the world for that matter.

Choose your family.Live up to their expectations.One day you will wake up concluding that you have forgotten your own ones.

Choose to believe in God.There is no God.There is no cosmic energy.There's just you.

Choose to bond with your memories.Then you'll get Alzheimer's and they will all go away.

Choose to listen to your emotions.You'll end up slitting your wrists.

Choose to live for the moment.The moment is always there.

Choose to listen to your instincts.

Or don't choose at all...Who cares?
It's your life.


Dedicated to one of favourite shit.

Insanity

I walked down the streets of my village that night, seeing curious sights. Wait, what was that? That man has no head. I walked over to him to see what was wrong. Something bit my leg, a red splotch as it looked. I put my hand on the mans invisible head, and heard him yelling at me, "Stop! You're insane!" .He was right. I was insane. Psychotic visions haunted my mind, and I couldn't help but believe them. Insanity was something different than craziness. My mind was fractured and because of it, so was my spirit. Whoa, what's that over there? A twisted mind, like mine, he looked desperate...
My trains of thought are always lost like what just happened, the torture is worse than the pain. Everyone look down on me like I'm... crazy. But I'm not, I'm insane... craziness is a type of action, but if you're insane like I am, it means that it's not your fault you act crazy, because there's nothing you can do about it. Millions of people stab me with their eyes every day, and I can't help but believe I'm alone...

t3h end re-visited.

T3H NED

i am too lazy to write the door's song again. :P


:)

haiku # 9 : Words and Me.

Yes, Haiku time.... for my 'i-express-things-better-when-i-write' :D


Like a gentle stream
The words flow like clear water
From hand to paper

A Happy Song.

Ok, let's face it
I'm terrible at writing happy songs
I cannot seem to be inspired
no matter how happy I can be
I suck miserably

So now here I am
So let me just tell you
I'm happy
In fact, extremely happy

Rainbows and butterflies
Daisies and sunbeam pies
I'm never good at this type of thing
No
Lemon drops and candy canes
Singing and tap dancing in the rain
you've made me
so happy
I don't know what to write
You were such a beautiful sight
I want to write a happy song

The fact that you've made my life
so wonderful
Is so hard to describe

So hard in fact
that I'm racking my brain
looking for a way to bottle this perfection

So now I'm singing
so let my voice ring
you were so perfect
in fact I'm practically melting

Rainbows and butterflies
Daisies and sunbeam pies
I'm never good at this type of thing
No
Lemon drops and candy canes
Singing and tap dancing in the rain
you've made me
so happy
I don't know what to write
You' were such a beautiful sight
I want to write a happy song

Tra la la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la la
Tra la la la la la la la

Happy song
Happy song
Tra la la

Let's face it
it's too hard

Rainbows and butterflies
Daisies and sunbeam pies
I'm never good at this type of thing
No
Lemon drops and candy canes
Singing and tap dancing in the rain
you've made me
so happy
I don't know what to write
You ARE such a beautiful sight

I want to write a happy song!!


and yeah..keep LAUGHING(not smiling, do you notice?) and yeah pray for poor guy to grow up. :D :D


happy 'sweet misery'


~R.

Sweet Misery.

The music moved to the ridges of his head.
God, how long it had been till he found a song that new him inside out.
It was foreign. yes, a feeling... He thought he had felt everything.
Until now...
I guess this was it for him.
He sat down to contemplate the things he lived for
Checks sat in the boxes of every bulleted line on the list.

"I dont mean to be selfish, or greedy." he explained to God.

"But with this revelation, yes, I am very satisfied. But like all things, I know, I will come to get used to it, and find no value, and once again, like all of us sick humans, move on."

"I don't want to take for granted what you've given me, but I thought things would get better than even this. Even this one moment of perfect clarity..."

Perfect clarity... he thought. Perfect clarity comes only through alcohol... Didn't it?
Oh yeah... He remembered... (and what did he remember?) He left that to the readers to answer...

He sat.

Silent. Silent. Silence. He started to hear the familiar ring in his ears that came from Silence.

Oh god! His buzz was wearing off.

I'll miss this...I'll miss everything this gave me... Every epiphany. Every... perfectly clear moment. Every time he realized that there was only one answer behind every question in the world.

He frantically searched the room for more.

Performance elixir.
Thinking elix...
Juice...

What the hell am I thinking.
Stop trying to find another damn word for it.
Its alcohol.
Its just such a beautiful thing. The one thing that can make me an animal and Einstein in one sitting.

But he was a rebel...
Its wearing off...

Every sentence he scribbled down. It wore off.
And every sentence he wrote became less inspired from within.
And every new sentence he rambled, became "trying too hard."

Sweet misery. Yes... he nicknamed it...







Happy Life.

~R.

Attachment!!!

Is Attachment Really Human Nature?
Or Is That Just an Excuse
A Justification For a Fault
We Perhaps All Possess
Doubtful at Best
In My Own Perspective
More like "Misery Loves Company"
Us Asking for Suffering
By Becoming Attached
One Might Even Reason
We are Attached to Suffering
It does Bring Greatness
At Least In My Mind
Giving Me Words To Speak Out
Turning Comments Into Poems
That Scream Attachment So
To The Pain I Hold
I Love My Attachment
To My Suffering
It Fuels My Art
Creating New Ideas
However Painful They Are
They are the Ever flowing Circles
That Give My Thoughts their Life
Don't Take That From Me
Allow Me to Suffer
So That You
May Enjoy
Everything I Write
However Painful It Is
It Still Gives Me Life


Pic : Yes, I can do better with my phone-camera :P



...And yeah HAPPYLIFE!!!


~R.

T3H NED

This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end My only friend, The End...



:-)

Lost Control

Life has betrayed me once again,
I accept some things will never change.
I've let your tiny minds magnify my agony,
and it's left me with a chem'cal dependency for sanity.

Yes, I am falling... how much longer till I hit the ground?
I can't tell you why I'm breaking down.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
Have I really lost control?

I'm coming to an end,
I've realised what I could have been.
I can't sleep so I take a breath and hide behind my bravest mask,
I admit I've lost control.


Anathema - Lost Control.

Superb song :) :)

Haiku # 8 : Rain

Dripping, Dropping, Rain
Water falling down my face
Washes away pain.




Love for rain and reason for love.