good try??

Tired, worn out,
tired of listening
and so i've learnt to sleep.

Coffee, coffee,
drink to drunk,
so i've learnt to live.

Wait till the sound is
not an emotion anymore
so i've learnt to cry.

I don't laugh coz i'm happy,
I'm happy because i laugh
and so i've learnt to smile.

I’m feeling funny….

Not really funny… different maybe. Different from the ‘me’ that I know.
I feel like crying. Ands it’s the second time in 2 days. “Why…?” You may ask… I’ll tell you when I know. Right now, everything I am doing and thinking about is nice, yet I feel like crying. Now there is a pain I’m sure I don’t know off… It can’t be “THE CRY OF JOY”. Cause its painful. But I can’t think of anything that I’m sad about. I’m directing a play; I just finished Auditioning for it. So it can’t be out of a lack of activity. I’ve been meeting my friends quite often now. So, it’s not because I’m missing them. I’m happy and content in every which way, but I feel like crying. A painful crying. Last evening after meeting my friends and before I met them again a little while later…. I felt like crying. I wanted to be alone. Really alone. Blasted city has no place where I can be alone for a while…

And now that troubles me… Since when did I start to want to be alone…. I hate it. Like I said, I’m different from the ‘me’ that I know. I’ve been switching off very often nowadays. Not that I normally don’t, but this time it’s mostly conscious. I’ve always had this habit of very unconsciously switching off. And suddenly I resort to it, at every opportune moment. It’s like being addicted to switching off. This is not me.

I want to change

I have to change

Because…

I have already changed.

And I feel like crying.

Sometimes Boredom does stuff to you...
Like makes you write inane stuff. On one such occasion i like what i wrote though... A few altered nursery rhymes... I must be crazy to slaughter these innocent little things but i loved it.

Humpty Dumpty
Sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty
Had a great fall;
All the lawyers
And all the cloaked men,
Sued the damned
Builders again

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
The news channels and sponsors soon heard the rumour
Now it must be an Adidas, Reebok or a Puma.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See all their fun, See all their fun
The world is worried about their strife,
The UN put sanctions on the farmers wife;
They’re classified ‘endangered’ and now have a life,
Those three blind mice.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How l wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky;
But Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Supernova’s hitting all and you’re not far.

Piggy on the railway, picking up stones
Along came an engine and broke piggy's bones.
"Hey," said the driver, "WTF is wrong with you, dude?"
"Tough luck," said the piggy, "You’re getting sued"

Isandra, Isandra,
Why did you lie?
I'd like my pound of flesh.
But I can't ask,
i'm not the cur,
that wants my revenge fresh.

Isandra, Isandra,
I'd like it slow,
marinate the meat to the bone.
Words are like magic,
though they take time,
Inevitability can surely be shown.

Oh Isandra, Isandra,
the story has come,
to an end so nice.
Isandra, Isandra,
forgiven... go home.

The night has fallen,
my love, I am calling,
"I can still see the light".
Across the lake,
you I shall take,
to my malabar coast of the night.

Don't look back,
at the world we left behind,
there is no wrong or no right.
Start again, I ask thee,
to come by and to see,
my malabar coast of the night.

I've dreamed, youve dreamed,
both of us have seen,
and yet we've had to fight.
To tell ourselves whether,
we've seen us together,
in my malabar coast of the night.

The times they have gone,
I stand here alone,
not worried about my plight.
Don't worry or feel sorry,
for the times that went awry,
coz I know my dream is right...

My malabar coast of the night.

"Sometimes, everybody hurts". Well so what? billy did too. A life that was crazy, got a little bigger blot of ink to stain visibly forever. Of course here the story revolves round only him and his flame. The fire that burned inside, sparked a bit, and finally went off. No signs of any more light left, but the faint smell of a burnt wick and melted wax.
It was good going between the two of them. They loved, they lived and had a ball of a time. Of course like any other loving homo-sapien pair, they had their little brawls and the making up. They found the craziest places to commit to the strong burning temptation of love they shared. It was mad, also disapproved by a lot of fellow homo-sapiens who ended up most of the time sharing the same table as them. Now their troubles seemed to have left them, since billy and rose ain't together anymore. What happened???
God knows. But one thing for sure, billy doesn't. One fine day, Rose meets a man of her life... her past life!!! And Rose has this little urge to jump. ANd guess what.... She does jump. A long way past a line where she originally never planned to go. But hey, its human, isn't it??? She feels a little guilty, and the next thing you know billy has been quarantined from her life. Thats alright though. Billy manages to assume he's at some fault, and tries to get in touch, without any success of course. One fine evening, Billy at his pals place, gets to be witness to Rose talking with his pal over the amazing internet. What does rose have to say?? She says she will get in touch with Billy soon, and soon enough so as to help him keep himself in his senses. She confesses the whole episode to billy's friend, whi until that day, had no place in rose's heart. Not the least bit. And suddenly Rose finds a companion to cry to... BIlly's friend. WHy? Once again god knows... but one thing for sure, Billy doesn't. Billy hopes and waits for that day to come, When Rose would atleast look up at him and talk to him. But once more Rose eludes. No place for billy to look really at this point in time, but our poor man is in love. Why can't he bloody well wait. Sure she has something important running her way, so as to keep her off for so long. But rose did send him a little message though... that one day she would talk. So billy sits everyday, thinking of her and waiting for her to call. and she still hasn't...

If someone can write more on this please do. It can take many turns from here. Explore the various possibilities.

hello world,
this is going to be a little tough writing... haven't blogged in a long time. well was down with a lot of strain in my personal life. but hey!!... life goes on.
To start with the first paragraph is terrible, no caps, bad punctuation, and so on... and now i don't know what to write about. Maybe i'm still a little disturbed,

Bye
Shrieky

Quietly settling down, sat on my palm... a snowflake. A different one. One i'll never see again. The most beautiful creation of nature. I longed for more. but warmth makes a snowflake melt. Now only in my mind forever, when it was theremy life spiraled out of my surroundings into this little joy and satisfaction. I sat and i stared. I looked away and it was gone.
And the snowflake died.

As I stand on this path,
that severs my life.
a life of happiness,
from a life of truth,
I look back
a reminiscence of all
I have been through.
They say a person's life
flashes in front of their eyes
as their life comes to an end.
Many such ends I have gone throug
Yet this one, I want not.
Another life is yet to come
or maybe, many more.
But i'd forever die,
Coz the flashes I know...
... Will never stop

A poem i wrote a while back. Please let me know what interpretation you draw out of it. Mine nobody can fathom, and nobody will ever know. So as a request please don't ask me. But it could mean so many things to so many ppl. I would love to know in how many ways my words can be looked at. Because i've somehow always been through situations where, i say something and ppl hear something else.

Life is such a crazy roller coaster ride. And i want to get down saying "Whew!!! what a ride!!!"

Albert Trew or Albert Loys

A story once said, and left unsaid,
A feeling thinks of ploys.
We were told of the words
Of the baby blue,
The Thakurs and their joys.

Albert Trew or Albert Loys,
It’s left for you to decide.
Who’s the father? What’s the ploy?
In words should you confide?

The mother of the sinful child,
Had wept in tears and cried.
These tears I was told
Is the maiden cause,
For the love of the widowed bride.

Albert Trew or Albert Loys,
It’s left for you to decide.
See its eyes and read its heart,
A child is free of pride.

I’m the father, of that child,
I believe its heart is true.
The cry of the child,
Cannot be false,
It’s the cradle that I drew.

Albert Trew or Albert Loys,
It’s left for you to decide.
I know my heart and my child,
My child has almost died.

Srikanth.J
11-11-2005
02:07 hours