Posts Tagged: Confusion

A Vase of Thoughts


My mind is a vase Of broken flowers, And thorny grass. It’s confused, It’s dazed, It’s blinded with haze. My mind is a vase, Of a lost ear-ring, And sharp glass. I spin-off the edge Of the vsisible Universe; You

A Vase of Thoughts


My mind is a vase Of broken flowers, And thorny grass. It’s confused, It’s dazed, It’s blinded with haze. My mind is a vase, Of a lost ear-ring, And sharp glass. I spin-off the edge Of the vsisible Universe; You

The Sorting


The prelude: The life that you lost, The life that you lived before, The life before the madness began, Don’t just wonder about it! Ask for it. Ask Life for it. Get it back. You deserve a life. Just like

The Sorting


The prelude: The life that you lost, The life that you lived before, The life before the madness began, Don’t just wonder about it! Ask for it. Ask Life for it. Get it back. You deserve a life. Just like

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

Homecoming


Home Shines far out  In the horizon, Beyond the trees, And behind these Light bulbs. It streams through the wind In locked packets of hope. Like those mountains in  The distance, It’s unreachable, Unattainable. It’s a state. It’s moments. It’s

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Pills of Consolation 2


Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that.  The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are

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Pills of Consolation 2


Let the night pass, For the day will be kinder, And fast. Let the night pass. Choice. It’s an illusion. A great one at that.  The variables that define our lives have already been rolled out. And hence we are

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

Confusions


Confusions are like onions: I have to peel the layers, And cry a few unfeeling tears, And then peel , A few more; Till I find myself Standing in the middle of a round maze, Locked by spiral paths and

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The Voice of Silence


Listen to this silence. It conveys so much. Things that are tough to say; things that cannot be said. It roars like a storm in front of my senses. It tells you the story of an ancient curse roaming in the

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The Voice of Silence


Listen to this silence. It conveys so much. Things that are tough to say; things that cannot be said. It roars like a storm in front of my senses. It tells you the story of an ancient curse roaming in the