Left of Centre.

Distracted mornings
Life on DISTORTION
Parallel paths bottelnecking
The unacceptable.

Lyrics lose meaning
Colours PSYCHEDELIZE my vision
That MUSIC seeps in &
fades my senses into oblivion

So dusk is here
The birds and men are gone
My secret tears me apart
SOLO, unanswered, undone.

A DUB-STEP heart
With its veins so frail
Suicidal.


Redemption in my next life, I promise.

I don't want to be Extraordinary, nor lie in our Graves.

So Spiritus 2011, I played a lot of Sports, but the one, I really wanted to play. 



So I guess I figured my aim in life. Finally. Having enough time to do what I want.
Nothing too hard on schedule. I think I want to teach kids how to play my game :- something I was never able to learn myself. Also go on treks, perform small gigs, travel around a little, go visit my close friends in different parts of the country, help out in some NPOs/NGOs on Sundays - A little too much?
No law firm job for now. Some Company job for subsistence living. Like here in Law School - Project Submission is compulsory - helps me pass the course, but not mooting. Mooting is competitive. I really don't want to end up as a partner in a law firm.
A UN job though, would do me good. (:P) I guess I want to shift onto Policy making eventually.

Mother is right - "I should be able to maintain the standard of life I'm living today, and be able to afford her expensive Wine."

Thank you, Inspiration. 

I'm in need of MUSE.

"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song,
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to"

It's all I've been writing about. Its been months, and I just can't seem to let this go. I tried with all my might, to replace. It's almost like inception. In the process I've even substituted my replacement with its own muse. That's probably what we do in life. We tend to replace our true dreams with muses. And the list of muses just never seem to end. Inter-connectedness, deja vu, et all. 


So much, that I don't believe it's real. I can't make it real.

I broke another mirror

I look behind in desperation, can't find any meaning in what I have
Lived this life on innocent glories, that's taking me to where I am.
But speed posts come and go, this route is along an infinite coast
Hidden, all expectations, just look through the glass, its someone I don't know.

Reflections ignite, life's other side.
Shattered half by a dot,
I'm turning into something I am not.

Rules are made by the mind.

'There's a civil war I'm raging.'

My conceit leading me to nowhere,
My suicide serving no redemption,
Turning me against myself.

'There's no victory, there's only a battle', so the moment will pass.

No V for Vendetta from myself.  

And when I'll look back, it'll remind me of the path, I walked away.

Song beneath a song.

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Twinkling admist the blurry lights
When a journey, began
The thick and thin lost its firm
I, comforted by concern.
Naïve and uncertain, you don't realise
As deep and mature and nice
Too late it was to sense,
Comforted;  by presence?

But she promised we'd never fall for the same.
And I promise to never take his name.

So explain to me this ain't a love song.

*It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..

A stranger to their lives and tales
It was a beginning.

Deviated, by the presence
Ready to tread along pathways anew.
To discover, me in our world.
To discover; that enchant in you.

Losing all purpose,
As with interventions grew bonds
so strong; I had undermined,
I was caught in the web,
The only escape, was leaving one of the pieces behind.

The new bud unfolded to cause quite the buzz,
Till when all that you once wished for, seemed to be offered to you at one stroke,
on the tray with ashes of a previous smoke.

There were no stones to unturn
For all was lost, all that mattered
To each his grief, seemed too hard to share
To rediscover, for what was it fair?

Betrayal to one, lying to another
Eventually drifted away, to distant lives.
With each experience, was a memory revisited.
Was the mistake realised.

Was the worst that brought out the best.

* We choose Denial

*

Is it that the fun lies only in the chase?
Or did I search for ways to strengthen an idea that was merely non existent?
Disillusioned, to an extent I forced myself to believe.

Why is the pain of not having greater than the comfort of having?
But then again, why is assurance the more skeptical side?

Sometimes we are charmed by singularity, not the bond. Not for what is shared.
So what am I holding onto?

Or is it an illusion I'm forcing myself out of?
Untold, as much as forbidden,
My fears strengthening what I attempt to camouflage
Cause it rather be suppression
Than rejection, which will lead to the inevitable.

So I choose denial.

* Up, above the world so high.

Give yourself a piece of the night sky
You look up, the engine of dreams launch
As amends and aspirations
You find your little niche in a theatre so high
That you're lost in its magnamity.
In the best hour of the day
It strikes, as tide waits for none
And time humbles our numbered existence
and there we are, back to the square one.

* Belated Valentine

I hate that you've got someone
I hate how without you, its never that fun
Thinking of you just makes me glum.

I hate the fact you don't spike your hair
I hate it when you don't seem to care
This what's today I cannot bear.

I crave us how a year back
And how together we'd talk like crack
And now my world changed from white to black.

And I hate how I'll have to leave you behind
All the world will spin in its time
And all this will remain just a memory sublime.