Wednesday, July 27, 2005

getting hurt

Getting hurt is not easy, because once you get hurt it
takes so much to take the pain out of it, it takes all
your energy and all the resources to figure out what
went wrong.
And at times you just don't know why, one would like
to believe that hurt was caused by malicious intent,
but most of the hurt is caused by non malicious
genuine intent, and there lies the irony. A thing that
should be taken as matter of fact, tends to cling on
and claw at your heart, ever so often, that it becomes
difficult to breath and you have this unique death
wish of getting slaughtered to mercy then and there.
expectations are mother of all evil, why do I have to
expect anything from anyone, why do i have to expect a
friday, why do i have to expect Wednesday, why? If I
don't do that then I won't get hurt.
why would one risk everything one has, including his
soul, to try and rescue somebody's soul, but maybe it
doesn't wanna get rescued, and here in lies the
dilemma, which is built upon by passion and soul.
and the other soul seems indifferent at times.
I should just try what my soul tells me and keep doing
it, without expecting a response from other, for I
don't want to get hurt.

Save me from the eternal slaughter of time.
and preserve me in eternal sunshine of your mind.

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Saturday, July 23, 2005

have been thinking

Abhimanyu, is a project that is close to my heart, really close, the story talks about the dark, sordid, emotions that I feel deep inside me.
Whatever you say, I have infact started loving the sinking feeling you get each and every time you fall a degree more. And Abhimanyu is the manifestation of this darkness, with the inherent goodness of a fallen angel.
Have to start on it pretty soon.
As soon as I am done with "love in time of cholera"
oh man this guy rocks, I mean the way he paints and era right in front of your eyes, the way the places and the people come alive, right in front of you, and you feel that you have known them from ages. he is simply a genius.
Florentino Ariza, an Abhimanyu of sorts, but not totally like him. I have fallen in love with this underdog character, a looser, so to say in life, yet who conquors all odds for delusional love of Farmina Daza. And then his fall, which has been described so beautifully that you cannot, I repeat cannot loath florentino ariza.
"he is ugly, but he is all love"
"thanks for making me a whore"
"there are two type of people, ones who screw, ones who don't"

Yesterday happen to watch "Lost in Translation"
you have to see the movie to believe it, beautifully done, Japan came alive once again to me, and I could feel myself presnt in japan once more, Bill Murray was superb, it was his performance all the way. have to recommend it to anybody who I come across. The humour of the movie lies in the simplicity of its characters, who have acted perfectly.

It was the ninth day of the war. Abhimanyu's arrows threatened the enemies like the darts of death. Wherever he set foot, Kaurava soldiers sank to the earth. Kings, who at first thought he was just a boy and lightly tried to stop him, had all to kiss the ground. Brave men like Kripa, Ashwatthama and Saindhava faced him, but even they could not stop his darts. Dronacharya himself, who had taught archery to Abhimanyu's father then stopped him. Even he was amazed at Abhimanyu's skill. The enemies could never make out when his fingers moved, when he took out arrows from his quiver, when he set them to the bow, or when he shot those darts at the target. They could only realize that arrow after arrow pierced their bodies. Sometimes we see a halo around the orb of the sun; the quick revolving bow made a similar halo around Abhimanyu's head. The Kaurava soldiers were amazed; they wondered whether there was one Arjuna or two of them in Kurukshetra. They perspired in fear. Men like Drona, Ashwatthama and Kripa also shuddered.

Duryodhana saw this and sent a mighty giant called Alambusa to kill Abhimanyu. Alambusa showered thousands of arrows on the enemy. Fear spread in the Pandavas army and soldiers began to run away. Draupadi's sons, the Upapandavas, rushed to fight with the giant. He killed their charioteers and their horses. Abhimanyu went to their rescue. A terrible battle followed between Alambusa and Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu's pointed darts made the giant reel. But Alambusa created darkness with his magical power. Abhimanyu swept off the darkness with his dazzling Suryastra, the sun-missile. Alambusa ran away, Abhimanyu moved freely in Kurukshetra and wiped out the enemies like an excited elephant roaming about in a lotus lake trampling upon all the flowers. Then Bheeshmacharya himself faced Abhimanyu, to protect the Kaurava army. He showered arrows all around Abhimanyu. But Abhimanyu cut all his arrows. Arjuna rushed there to help his son. As the battle raged on, it grew dark and both the armies retired to their camps. The Kaurava army was shuddering at the very mention of Abhimanyu.

On the eleventh day of the Mahabharata war, Abhimanyu again shook the Kaurava army. There was a very brave king Paurava by name. He faced Abhimanyu. When Abhimanyu shot an arrow to kill him, Paurava cut his bow and arrows with his darts. Abhimanyu threw away his bow and fell on him with his sword. He caught hold of his hair and threw him on the ground. At that moment, another famous hero Jayadratha rushed to the spot. He was also called Saindhava since he was the king of the country called Sindhu. He hated Abhimanyu very much. Abhimanyu and Jayadratha fought with their swords. Their skill and their flashing swords dazzled the onlookers. The bodies of both were dripping with blood. Jayadratha's sword struck Abhimanyu's shield and pierced it. When he pulled it back, it broke down. Jayadratha retreated six paces, climbed into his chariot, and went away. Shalya used an arrow, which emitted fire over Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu caught that arrow like a Garuda, which catches a snake falling from above, and threw it back. It hit Shalya's chariot and the Charioteer fell dead. Shalya jumped down from his chariot and fell on Abhimanyu with his heavy Mace. Abhimanyu also took his mace. By then, Bheema himself came to help him. Abhimanyu insisted on fighting with Shalya alone. But at the end he yielded to his uncle and moved away. Bheema then fought Shalya.

It was the Twelvth Day of the Mahabharata war. By then Bheeshma had given up his bow and lay on a bed of arrows, renouncing war. Dronacharya was in command of the Kaurava forces. Grieved that his army was being defeated, Duryodhana went to Drona, told him of his sorrow, and also reproached him. Drona was much pained, and said: "Arjuna defeats us. If he is drawn elsewhere on the battlefield, I shall defeat the Pandavas." There were in Duryodhana's army five picked soldiers, the Samshaptakas, who had sworn either to win or die in the battle. They now invited Arjuna to fight- with them.

The next day, which was the thirteenth day, Arjuna went in his chariot to fight with those sworn soldiers. Krishna himself was the charioteer.

Dronacharya arranged the Kaurava army in a particular pattern known as the Padmavyooha or the Chakravyooha. To pierce this and go inside and fight was very difficult. Only Shri Krishna, his son Pradyumna and Arjuna knew how to enter and come out of the Padmavyooha. Abhimanyu knew only how to get in. Yudhishthira, Bheema, Nakula, Sahadeva, Dhrishtadyumna, his father Drupada - all of them tried to break the formation of the Kaurava army, but in vein.

The Pandavas army was in distress. What could they do if they could not go near the enemy's army? The brave Samshaptakas had engaged Arjuna and detained him. Yudhishthira did not know what to do. It was a shame to the Pandavas. Bheema, Nakula and Sahadeva -- all of them bent their heads in shame and sorrow. The Pandavas army was full of confusion and anxiety.

The brave Abhimanyu saw his uncle's plight. He went to him and said, "I will find my way into the Chakravyooha. Do not worry."

Yudhishthira wondered very much at the courage of young Abhimanyu. But his heart would not consent to send the boy on such a dangerous task. He said, "My boy, you are very brave and possess strength and courage beyond your age. But there are experienced warriors in the Kaurava army. Can you face them? This adventure is not for you."

"Uncle, I am not afraid of anybody in the battle. I will defeat them all," replied Abhimanyu.

Yudhishthira tried to pacify him and said, "Only Krishna, Pradyumna and Arjuna can enter the Chakravyooha and come out of it safely. You can only go inside."

"Please permit me, I will overcome Drona's Vyooha," said Abhimanyu.

Yudhishthira thought Abhimanyu was right. He felt that after defeating the Samshaptakas, Arjuna might come and reproach them if they all remained helpless. So he decided to permit Abhimanyu and said, "It will be enough if you just enter the Vyooha. Bheema, Satyaki, Dhrishtadyumna, the Panchalas, and I myself will be right behind you. As soon as you break it and make a way, we will all rush in."

Abhimanyu felt happy. He said, "I will bring honour to my parents," and bowed to Yudhishthira. He put on his armour, tied up his quiver, and took his sword. He put his bow inside the chariot and bowed to his mother Subhadra. His wife Uttara performed 'Arati', wishing him success. The brave young hero entered his chariot.

Abhimanyu's charioteer was full of sympathy for his daring. He said: "Think it over. You are taking on yourself a great responsibility. You are still a boy, grown up in comfort and not much experienced in warfare. Drona is a great master of missiles and has won many battles."

Abhimanyu laughed and said, "Does the wind sweat? Does a spreading fire fear the snow? Am I to be afraid of the Kaurava army? I do not fear anybody in a fight. Whether it is the Lord of the Universe or my own heroic father confronting me, I will not be afraid."

With a heavy heart, the charioteer drove forward.  like a lion ounching on herds of elephants.  Abhimanyu  fell ont he armies of many brave men.  Mighty warriors of the Kaurava army tried to stop him.  But it was useless.  It was like trees trying t stop advancing flames.  Abhimanyu pierced  the Chakravyooha and entered inside, right in front of the unequalled archer Dronacharya.  Duryodhana and others were shocked and astonished at the prowess of this young hero.  As the Kaurava soldiers watched him, their tongues went dry, their eyes grew unsteady and their hair stood up with fear.  As Abhimanyu's arrows began to fell the soldiers, the Kaurava army stated to flee.  Duryodhana saw this and himself came to fight with Abhimanyu.

The very word 'Duryodhana' means 'a fierce warrrior'. Even expert archers found it difficult to face him on the battleground.  Seeing Duryodhana poised before Abhimanyu, eminent warriors like Drona, Kripa and Kama rushed in their chariots to help him. Jayadratha stopped Yudhishthira, Bheema and others who tried to penetrate the Chakravyooha behind Abhimanyu. Lord Shiva had granted Jayadratha a boon that for one day he could check all the Pandavas except Arjuna. Thus Abhimanyu had to remain alone inside the Chakravyooha surrounded by the enemies.

Hit by Abhimanyu's darts, Duryodhana tottered. Drona, Kripa, Ashwatthama and others came to his rescue and feel on Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu stopped all of them single-handed. With one arrow he pierced Karna's shield. With three more he killed Sushena, Deerghalochana and others. Shalya, known as the bravest of the brave, crumpled up in his Chariot when Abhimanyu's arrows hit him.

The Kaurava army ran helter-skelter because of the boy's arrows, right before Dronacharya who had taught archery to Arjuna and Duryodhana. He was amazed, and praised him saying that he had not seen such a brave lad till then. Duryodhana was angry that Drona praised an enemy. He called Dusshasana and other warriors and said, "Dronacharya has great affection for Arjuna. He will not kill Arjuna's son. You must yourselves defeat him and put him to flight."

Dusshasana said, "I will kill Abhimanyu. If Abhimanyu dies, Arjuna will die of grief. Krishna will not live after that. Nor will the Pandavas live thereafter."

After the game of dice between Yudhishthira and Duryodhana, Dusshasana had dishonored Draupadi in the open court. The Pandavas hated him intensely. But he was a very strong warrior. Abhimanyu, however, did not fear him. "I got you at last - you cruel, wicked, boastful fellow! Now you will get the punishment for your wickedness. Suffer it before the eyes of both the armies. If you don't run away, you will die today at my hands."

And he aimed his arrow. The dart struck Dusshasana's heart. Blood gushed out. Abhimanyu shot another arrow and Dusshasana fainted. His charioteer sped away the chariot.

Seeing Dusshasana's plight, Karna rushed to confront Abhimanyu. Very few persons could equal Karna in an encounter with the bow and arrow. It was impossible for anyone's dart to make a dent in his coat of mail. He was the disciple of Parashurama who had made all kings tremble. He was a hero who could face Arjuna. He showered a hundred arrows on Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu easily cut his bow itself into two. His arrows brought the flag on Karna's chariot to the ground, and cut Karna's darts in midair. Karna's horses ran away. Seeing the chariot of the mighty Karna himself speeding away, the Kaurava army shivered with fear and the soldiers began to run away. They fell before Abhimanyu's arrows like straw burnt by fire.

With the Kaurava army thus shaken, Yudhishthira, Bheema, Satyaki and others again surged forward to help Abhimanyu. But they could not get into the Padmavyooha formed by Drona.

The Kaurava heroes saw the plight of their army and again surrounded Abhimanyu. Jayadratha, who had a boon from Lord Shiva, stopped all the brave warriors of the Pandavas army, so that Abhimanyu remained alone inside. Yet Abhimanyu killed the Kaurava soldiers like a whale killing the fish, Seeing his soldiers crumbling like withered leaves in the wind, Duryodhana was furious and again Opposed Abhimanyu. Drona Ashwatthama, Karna and others encircled Abhimanyu to help a master. Duryodhana's son Lakshana rained numberless arrows on Abhimanyu.

The fight again grew fierce. Abhimanyu faced the Kaurava hero like a lion's cub fighting with trumpeting elephants attacking him. He shot various missiles. Arrows struck one another in mid-air and fell down burning. Horses ran hither and thither, unable to bear the pain. At last unable to bear Abhimanyu's arrows, which struck him like fire, Duryodhana also took to his heels. Abhimanyu's arrows cut off Lakshana's head. Drona, Ashwatthama and Karna turned their chariots back. The Kaurava army was in utter panic.

Karna said to Drona, "Acharya, how are we to conquer this brave lad?" The Acharya said: "Karna, is it possible to face him and win? His fighting skill is flawless. This gifted son of Arjuna is a lion among men. Arjuna is really fortunate. See how nimble Abhimanyu's hands and fingers are and how he himself moves about like lightning. As his chariot moves, we can only see his bow in circular form and nothing else - we do not see him pull the string, we do not see him shoot the arrow. I am suffering pain all over my body because of his piercing arrows. This youngster humbles me. And yet the skill of his hands fills me with happiness."

"It is cowardice on the part of a warrior to run away from the battlefield and that is why I am still here," Karna confessed. "Wherever his arrows have struck me, it is like a ball of fire."

Drona: "Abhimanyu is still a boy, but he is a very great hero. It is impossible to rip his armour. We can win only if an expert can cut his bow. If you wish to do it, you must strike when he turns back, When he has his bow in his hands, no one can face him and, overcome him. Break his bow, and then, from behind, smash his chariot."

From behind Abhimanyu, Kama shot sharp arrows aimed at the lad's hand. Abhimanyu's bow was broken. Simultaneously Bhoja killed his horses. Abhimanyu's chariot could not move. Kripa slew the guards. Six mighty warriors - Drona, Karna, Kripa, Ashwatthama, Brihadbala and Kritavarma surrounded the young hero and attacked him. Abhimanyu had no chariot and no bow. And there was no one at all to help him.

But the brave Abhimanyu did not fear or despair. He jumped out of his chariot holding his sword and shield. Even as he jumped, Drona and Karna broke his shield. Abhimanyu jumped to the ground, pulled off his chariot wheel and with it attacked Dronacharya. The enemies all around him rained arrows on him. The wheel was broken into pieces and the fragments scattered around. Abhimanyu picked up his mace from the chariot and pounced upon the enemies. The brave boy was standing on the ground; and yet the warriors in the chariots had to retreat before his onslaught. Dusshasana's chariot and horses were crushed. Dusshasana's son took his mace and confronted Abhimanyu who was smashing the encircling enemies with his mace. Both were young, heroic and determined. The fight was terrible like the clash of two maddened elephants.

Both of them fell down, unable to bear each other's blows. Abhimanyu was already tired, having fought with many an enemy hero for along time all through the day. Dusshasana's son recovered earlier and got up quickly. Even as Abhimanyu was getting up, his enemy hit him with his mace. Unable to bear the blow,

Abhimanyu fell down. The soul that supreme hero left his lovely young body. Blood spilled all round and his strong body became covered with mud and dust. But his fame lives and Abhimanyu has become another word for boundless daring.



I will bring honour to my parents said Abhimanyu, and bowed to Yudhistira
About Veer Abhimanyu

Introduction

Subhadra's Child

To Indraprastha and Back

Fight With Ghatotkacha

"Bheema- sena's Son!"

Marriage With Uttara
You are Here! Brave Abhimanyu



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Thought is your Enemy

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Abhimanyu

one had destiny hurled on to him
while he was still in womb
other had destiny splattered on him
the moment he fell for her
one was charming, young and exultant
when he died
other was inert, old and withered
when he died
both knew half the story
both were ruled by calamity
both were warriors in their own right
both were called Abhimanyu

Both died all alone
far from madding crowd
far from loved ones
both the demises were celebrated
by the vanquishers
both the demises were commiserated
by the one left behind
both of them chose the path
on which they were to tread
never knowing that
It was always meant to be
both were called Abhimanyu

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Thought is your Enemy

Friday, July 15, 2005

last standing Alcazar

rotten wrought iron gate
opens to a compound in decay
nature trying to encroach
on what was stolen from her
the dilapidated walls
the creepers gone haywire
the smell of bereavement
the stone bench
covered by moss
no place to sit
no place to stand
no place to relive the glory
no place to feel again
the alcazar is in ruins
the alcazar of someones dreams
it once knew the best there was
it once was adorned by love
once it knew peace too
but now in its annihilation
it has no one dwelling
except for a few
casual, bemused or sentimental visitors
who come back
looking for their past
but the alcazar never cries
never heeds to sorrow
never screams
It has lived its day of glory
and still stands tall
welcoming all and none
with the same warmth
as it always did

--
Thought is your Enemy

Can't keep any word of mine

Thought I had said enough, but what the hell, am back again.
Yesterday I discovered that I am most tuned for Satanism.

Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.




--
Thought is your Enemy

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I stop now

All good things come to an end..................
so does this blog now
don't think I will post anything new here

So long and thanks for all the fish

--
Thought is your Enemy

Dheere Jalna

Dheere jalna
teri ek jhalak ke liye tadapna
dikh jao to dhandkano ka rukna
jeene ki abhilaasha na rakhna
dheere dheere jalna

apne aap main simat kar
tumhaari yaadein sanjona
khuli aankhon se sapne dekhna
ghadi ghadi apne aap ko dandit karna
dheere dheere jalna

door veerano main tumhein awaaz dena
us awaaz ki goonj ko sun kar
apni tanhai ka ehsaas karna
tumhari pukar ke liye jeena
dheere dheere jalna

tumhein sabse chupa kar
apni saanso main pirona
aur jab koi pooche
to tumhaare wujoood ko jhutlana
dheere dheere jalna

apni khwaishon ka gala ghot
is marusthal  main pyasa ghoomna
tumhaare chale jaane ka darr
aur tumse hi chupna
dheere dheere jalna

kyon jal raha hoon main
apni hi aag main
kyon jhulas raha hoon main
apni hi bandishon main
kyon nahin jee leta
jaise jeena chata hoon main
shayad yeh jalna
achha lagta hai mujhe
yahi mere jeevan ka
sabab hai shayad
dheere jalna.



--
Thought is your Enemy

Monday, July 11, 2005

I am mean, cause I want to be mean

Is it ok to be mean ?
adj. mean·er, mean·est
    1. Selfish in a petty way; unkind.
    2. Cruel, spiteful, or malicious.
  1. Ignoble; base: a mean motive.
  2. Miserly; stingy.
    1. Low in quality or grade; inferior.
    2. Low in value or amount; paltry: paid no mean amount for the new shoes.
  3. Common or poor in appearance; shabby: "The rowhouses had been darkened by the rain and looked meaner and grimmer than ever" (Anne Tyler).
  4. Low in social status; of humble origins.
  5. Humiliated or ashamed.
  6. In poor physical condition; sick or debilitated.
  7. Extremely unpleasant or disagreeable: The meanest storm in years.
  8. Informal. Ill-tempered.
  9. Slang.
    1. Hard to cope with; difficult or troublesome: He throws a mean fast ball.
    2. Excellent; skillful: She plays a mean game of bridge.
I say yes it is OK to be mean. it is ok to think for yourself just, it is ok to be taken over by dark side. I have been told that good and evil are always at loggerheads. I have been told that eventually the good wins. there are so many stories to site the same, but I don't see that happen in this world. Anyway that is not an excuse for being mean,
I want to be mean, because I want to be mean, because there is no other way of existence that will soothe my nerves, there is no other way of existence which will make me feel wanted, there is no other way of existence that will make it worthwhile.
I don't want to be a saint, because I don't want my intentions to be questioned. Hordes of folks question Gandhi, but all of them are certain about Hitler. They all know Hitler was evil, but are hell bent at proving "Mahatma" evil.
If I proclaim I am evil, I am devil's advocate, all those who come near me are at their own risk. They are on their guard, they won't let me manipulate them, they won't let me hurt them, that is if they have brains enough. And if I am an evil greater than their senses can handle, I will still rule, but won't have any guilt about it.
Guilt is what makes life miserable, guilt is what ruins the fun out of stealing, being what you want to be. All of us were born to be free, but we enslave ourselves into the society and the norms of morality due to guilt. Right from the time one first feels that something bad will befall him/her because of the "bad" he/she has done, to the last dying moment, when they are hoping for heaven, guilt rules them and kills them.
If we learn to kill this guilt we would have learned how to live free.
I love people around me, but I love myself the most, now If I feel guilty about it, as I did or maybe still do to some extent, I will make my life miserable, each and every liberty that I take for myself, will result in a greater leverage I will be giving to guilt. and I will try and submit to people around me because of this, each and every time taking away the very freedom I craved for.
They say freedom is not for free, agreed, fully agreed, it is at expense of guilt. And If I kill the guilt, in some eyes I will become an Animal, but I will like to define it as freedom.
To relinquish the guilt it is not necessary to unburden your self and offer penance, to relinquish guilt you just have to set the perspective right and think what was important for you. and each day wake up and decide what is important for you. Each day do what is important for you. Live for today, the present, don't even worry about future, forget about past completely.



--
Thought is your Enemy

Friday, July 8, 2005

North wind

oh north wind
I can feel you again
cause I am a gypsy at heart
take me away this year
to a place where people smile
where there is no one senile
there is youth
and there is hope
take me there
and let me be intimate
with the feeling of bliss
that haunts me so much

oh north wind
take me in your wings
and let me fly with you
cause I am a gypsy at heart
let me fly high
let me fly low
let me dive into water
let me rush up the mountains
let me fly along
with people like me
people or a run
from this horrid world

oh north wind
carry me as the twigs
as the leaves and dust
as the odor of the wet earth
cause I am a gypsy at heart

--
Thought is your Enemy

Thursday, July 7, 2005

to sleep in peace is all I desire

the music doesn't seem right anymore
the songs seem all the same
breaths that I take
feel like herculean tasks
to keep my eyes open
and to think
makes me wish
I could be a vegetable
feels I am in a coma
feels everything is a dream
a nightmare
that I am unable to wake up from

I get chased down by demons
I get raped by emotions
I get defiled by feelings
I get debauched by guilt
I get castrated by desire
I see gloom all around
I feel myself breaking
into a million pieces
with each piece
questioning its authenticity
I feel I am in coma

to sleep in peace is all I desire
to sleep in peace is all I desire

--
Thought is your Enemy

Wednesday, July 6, 2005

rains are here again

rains are here again
I am surrounded by hues
of blue and grey in the sky
with sunlight filtering in sometime
the earth has wrapped herself
in the fabric of flaura
and fauna has not stayed behind
the buzzing of the wings
of a small insect
the smell of wet earth
the feeling of dampness
everywhere around
and the intensity with which
I welcome sun some times
i see the wet stray dog
looking for shelter and warmth
children of the street
dancing in the rain
huddled close together
seeking a shelter
at other times

I stand with my arms open
my eyes closed
my mouth open
with my toungue out
trying to taste and cherish
the rain drops as they fall
wet to the last dripping bone
I am one with elements
of water and earth
rains are here again

--
Thought is your Enemy

Tuesday, July 5, 2005

don't want this world of yours

to wail uncontrollably
to sob till it hurts
to beat myself till I go numb
and can't feel the senses anymore
to lie naked on a bare floor
with no recollection of passing time
to be kicked again and again
and then left to bleed
and vomit my own blood
to feel the padded walls
so that I don't break my head
that is how it feels
to live in the practical world

Don't want this world of yours
don't want the hurt anymore
let me dream
and have that twinkle in eye
let me love
and feel complete
let me live
and breathe free
let me lie and steal
and rescue my soul




--
Thought is your Enemy