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Insanity
“I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside.” -
Spite
What audacity
You have,
Such stupidity
Have I never seen.
If I could change something in the world,
I’d remove you.
If I could change something in you,
I’d maim you,
If I could control the elements,
I’d burn you,
If I do any of these things,
I’d become you.
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Carpe Diem
If life were mine to have,
I’d throw it away.
If all the silver in the world was mine to have,
I’d beg for gold.
If I were the king,
I’d want to be God.
If I had everything from nothing,
I’d mourn even more than before.
But if god gave one day,
I’d live in it a lifetime,
I’d Seize the day.
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Self
life and death,
rejection and acceptance,
yes and no,
hate and love,
are all hovering
above my head,
are all immersed in my heart,
never to leave,
only to deceive,
the only one I have,
to talk to
to relate to,
to lie to,
Myself.
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Can
Yell tear bearyourfuckingfangs
Cry die wake up again on another high
You try try to try harder
But fail and hail that mighty fool who
Couldn’t even doodle to sell a hare
To scare the mare to his hiding spot
To lock to knock on the door that would BURST
And make you THIRST for fire and make you RUN for cover
Hover above the lair of a dragon, so stop flaggin’ me now
Just stop.
I lie here ever so slow…
Did I just see what I could have, I wrote?
I guess I’m just so damn morose,
I give up and I…..
I know you laugh as you read this!
Well if you do know how I feel then try and be more sensible
And say that you know what’s sensible
All you say is that you’re payin’ your dues
YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY AS YOU DO!!!!
-Anirudh Vohra Nov 22nd, 2010
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You and Me
This my friends is a story
About a fair gentleman
Who fell in love
But rose to the depths of hell
Never to fall again
Its never felt this good
To walk away
To turn around and spit out
What I hate
Your eyes
Are Talking to me
Asking…
Whether I see
The whiskey
How sweet it used to be
And now all I see
Is you and me!!!!
Those days are gone
When I used to sing
Those songs with
Happy melody.
I see what you did
All this while
You took my heart
And locked it tight
But you never knew
That all this while
I had the key
To rite my lies
Took it and prolonged
My misery
Hid it and forgot
My fragility
I drank me dead
With Your love so red
spat out my soul
Only for you and me
And now
she lays
In her grave
Next to
me
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The Calling
The dry
brown leaves,
on the ground,
never has it been
so nice as to be
leaving.
Half a year has passed full of miseries,
and happy memories.
The lady, far away in the distance,
now close,
pale as a ghost,
is as pretty as a Lilly.
She breathes fire like a hard scaled dragon,
and is the most wonderful
on earth,
something man could never think of:
The beautiful, soft girl,
cheeks with a hint of pink,
blossoming lips,
eyes, green as leaves,
her hair entwines around me,
like a creeper around a lonely tree.
It is a girl who moves like an innocent dove,
she walks calmly, as though on water,
she walks amongst the un trodden leaves under the autumn sky,
but then she turns red as summer
and bursts into flames
a volcano full of anger,
and then a wave washes over and about her, autumn returns,
and I hear a growl,
a slight growl that of a lovely dove…
I hear her calling…
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When Sickness Laid In
Have you ever met a random stranger at a common place who makes you forget about what you were thinking? Who makes you forget about all the work piling onto your desk, all the troubles, the intricacies of life that turn your mind round and round until you arrive at the beginning, the start, of where it all began? I am not talking about someone pretty, or somebody you would like to spend the rest of your life with. No, I am definitely not talking about love at first sight, or love for that matter. I am talking about those brief moments you spend with someone you have never met. Moments spent with, one could say, an apparition created by your mind in order to de-stress, to degauss. Take for instance meeting someone at the hospital waiting room, a person who says sorry each time she sneezes, and takes a step away from you saying, “You should not be sitting so close, I have a cold and you can catch it.”; a person who says sorry if you kick her bag. Truly, this must be a ghost, who walks and takes shapes, the forgotten angel; the volunteer who was never credited. But then again, angels don’t catch colds, they don’t need doctors. So how is it that one can be so nice to someone they don’t even know? Maybe it’s the fact that they are not being judged, that every eye present is scanning her every inch of being, her every movement and her mannerisms. The feeling of being free from the chains of thought, chains accentuating every movement and every action that takes place inside and outside. To fly, then, without being bonded by the chains of potential beauty and existing competition must definitely make a person kinder, to the extent that they start to transcend this world. Not human, but only for the briefest of moments; until a guy gawking through his mind’s eye walks by, or a gal who grits teeth and twitches her chin slightly up and doesn’t care for a look flaunts what she loses by the act of conscience possession. The angel falls back to earth, closer to hell, to think again, to wonder, contemplate and criticize; to form the chains that are only wisps of mist in the mind but are transmorphing into a dress.
The glowing angel clad in black iron chains walks out, and the intricacies return to me; standing at the beginning, staring at the blank Time Table, Day 3, once again.
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Choice
Impulsively fed half-happy constrain’, Meticulously staged, piously played,
even death was mundane. life was always delayed. -
I See Her
I See Her.
Only You;
Your Hair, flowing
waving at me.
Your Lips, red, smiling,
Cheeks blushing
resist?
no, must look away…
desist!
And your eyes,
hazel here and now brown,
green then and now blue,
as you turn…you look….
At Him.
