Lost and found

Some souls are never lost
some souls are lost to be found
some souls are lost forever
a lost soul is calling out
with all earnestness
rescue me, please.....

On the highway to hell

Day after day I am struggling real hard to keep my sanity intact, I am unusually high strung at times other times I am awfully cold. I just don't know how to respond to people and stupid things make me cry. I am becoming a nervous wreck and the funniest part is that I can actually see myself going to the dogs.
how do I get my sanity back? Well this is a question each progressing asylum inmate would have asked, unless of course in cases where they didn't get any chance to think about it.
Am I depressed, probably I am, and no real work in office is not helping me either.....
Yesterday I got a phone call from someone I care about and ever since I am disturbed :-)

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Life is a sexually transmitted disease.
~R. D. Laing

Blank

I am blank
have been this way for some time now, first there were these bouts of blankness, then things got better and I was shrouded by gloom for more time than I would care to spend brooding. So now I was completely surrounded by gloom till gloom overtook me and made me so miserable that I gave up gloom. But a strange thing happened after giving up gloom. I turned blank. I don't find any rhyme or reason to respond to anything. I want to be left alone to fend for myself, or maybe I can do with a cook, housekeeping and an assistant, who is on my beck and call.(Will prefer if it was a female, and a buxom one at that)
And I will live life comfortably never interacting with another human again.

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Life is a sexually transmitted disease.
~R. D. Laing

Aquarius

"To you, Aquarius, I give the concept of future that man might see other possibilities. You will have the pain of loneliness, for I do not allow you to personalize My Love. But, for turning man's eyes to new possibilities, I give the gift of Freedom. That is your liberty and you may continue to serve mankind wherever he needs you." ...And Aquarius stepped back into place.

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Life is a sexually transmitted disease.
~R. D. Laing

Nightingale and the Rose

What Oscar Wilde had to say about love

http://www.online-literature.com/wilde/178/

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What am i waiting for

A strange desperation sets in again
nothing seems right
nothing seems worthwhile
there is something amiss
the will to live is gone
whatever I stand for seems despicable
I lack belief and I lack courage
I look for a way out
and see just the fatalist one
my limbs lack energy
my voice is distant
my eyes look tired and distraught
and my body turns to lead
i want to run
run as fast I can
to where? the answer alludes me
but the feet are not ready to carry me
they remain grounded, turned into stone
what am i seeking
what do I desire
what makes me want to rebel
how do I set things right
is there anything right
am I but wrong
how do i define wrong
how do I define life
definitions are not forthcoming
and I keep looking for divine intervention
what am I waiting for
what am I waiting for
what am I waiting for

No answers

How rash can rash be
how fast can I burn out
how do i become shooting star
how do I make people see
what they don't want to see
or do I have anything to show at all
the sun feels good
breeze refreshes me
fresh air fills me up
with hope and inspiration
but what good is it
when I don't have a clue
when I am lost
and want to remain lost
moments of clarity
and discontinous periods of gloom
I get high and fall flat
I get low and rise again
nothing makes sense
nothing seems right
still I have the will to survive
still I want to live
what for, no answer

Am I paranoid

climb up the stairs
on the stairway to heaven
but i will get down
and float on the clouds
don't wanna be
what I am not
trivial it might seem
the pain that is life
love will rule
or so i believe
cause will be lost
but i do not care
cause will be found
and we start again
someone is watching
or maybe he's not
is it paranoia
am i paranoid
if there is god
is he asleep
if there is good
why can't i see
why is there death
if life is precious
why do we live
if we have to die
what good is time
that is not mine
why am i lost
in the maze of life
get me the feathers
and i will make wings
and then we will fly
to a place with no stink
you saw me wasted
and thought i am waste
you saw me dirty
and thought I am filth
maybe I am
but how come you care
is someone watching
I bet he is there
but i am agnostic
is it paranoia
Am I paranoid

Hazaar Khwaishain Aisi

Once in a while we are compelled to come out of our reveries and take stalk of what is happening around us, most of the times it is some drastic event in our lives, or at times art does play its part. The purpose of art is not to be a keep of rich and mighty but to tell the world what it is all about(the world). It is supposed to be the mirror in which we are supposed to check how deranged we have become from the concept of Humanity.
I watched a very riveting movie "Hazar Khwashain aisi" today, and it brought back a whole lot of the feelings that I thought had been buried someplace. Stellar performances and a beautiful love story woven in times of turmoil and what each one of the character goes through, lot of pain and a lot of misery and the victory of human will against it all.
And the meaning of love re-defined.
shit man it was a big dose :-)

Fly

Standing on the edge
With my arms wide open
Feeling the cold wind
Stinging my face
With eyes closed and darkness all around
And then I felt a sudden glow
Opened my eyes and saw
Sun had risen in all it's golden glory.
Experienced the warmth of first rays
Rays of hope maybe
And then I realized
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.........
 
Jumped off the edge
And began to fly............

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The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.
~Douglas Adams

Dhundli yaadein

Aaj phir kuch ateet ki yaadein taaza ho gayi
aaj phir kisi ne us paar se pukaar liya
aaj phir paon apne aap
us anchali rah par chal diye
aaj phir woh ankahe prashna
seene par bhaari hain
aaj fir main gham se behis
apne aap ko khoye hue
us kshitij par dhoondta hoon
jis khistij par ek sandhya
maine bhagya ka suryast dekha tha


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The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.
~Douglas Adams

hurt revisited

Some hurts are best left alone
some questions best left unanswered
some answers best left unsaid
it pricks like a million needles
it bites like a million fangs
my body seems in adequate
my heart bleeds thick blood
my eyes weep tears of misery
but they don't drown the pain
I try to assuage the suffering
and make it worse
I run to the source of agony
and embrace it in my arms
Accept it as my defeat
and wail over the loss
and then I move on