Unspoken Verses

He looked up at the dark sky as the stars shone. He needed some heat to clear the cold in his bones. Those are suns too, he knew. And the moon reflected the sun too. And so he decided to have his spirit renewed- What else could he do? There's not really a God over you. And to couple that spirit with hope, That maybe someday he would swing the rope. [Dear Diary 1]

He has neither the strength to fight Nor the guts to take away his life All he sees is the dark, so black and deep And failure, so stark and steep He holds back but at times he weeps, Cuz his spirit is completely broke He can't take no more Its all far too gore. [Dear Diary 2]

Welcome to my fairly-long-pendin formal welcome address. Basically, I had planned to do a nice Venez-à-Delhi formal welcome address, 1st post after the End Kota series(which reminds me, I think all u people's countin must suck cuz no one seems to have brought up the fact that there's no end kota part 2 post there. OR you're convinced that on the planet I hail from, the no. ''2'' rhymed way too much with "foo", n since that isn't a real word, they decided to get rid of 2 too. Plus two words soundin like too/two were way too many twos, right? I wonder if you realise that does not make any sense!? Why would u think stuff like that?) But then (go scroll back up to see the stuff before the bracket)really important n strange stuff happened( the hair cut , and JEE ), and the welcome address got left behind somewhere. Nevertheless, here I am with my welcome address. So Delhi, I suppose was over-the-top excited bout me returning, cuz its welcome was to

He sits there satisfied With what, I know not He stares back smiling, His time whiling Is he really stupidly dumb? His mind uselessly numb? Does he not understand the consequences of inaction? Or are the wheels of his brain just facing too much traction? If the latter, Then from what, I know not. An idiot in my head is all I got. I'd sent him to difficulty as I sought Something better from him, an achiever maybe But all I found was a stupid baby Lacking self control in food in study, Walkin towards waters dark and muddy. I wish I could merge with him, To understand that brain so dim. Or maybe there's nothing to comprehend, Without his brain, he just got sent here.

Ear phones in my head I sit down on the bed And put on my runnin shoes Neither tight nor too loose And i climb down the stairs To the street no one cares Where I go where I reach What I learn what I teach I am unaware And I dun even care What path I'll follow Cuz the feet work solo Got a mind to themselves Superficial doesn't delve Like the one in my head Its black and its red Its blue and its green Its nice and its mean But right now it jus wants Some adrenaline And the beat starts to play Its the end of the day And the body falls in To some rhythming And i start , do my jog Darkness is my fog I pick up a pace And a beat starts to race Its the one in my heart It speeds up like a dart And it starts to provide Some air to my hide And my feet n my hands And my lungs expand As i gain momentum All the world feels numb My heart starts to pump Adrenaline to the blood Feet splash in the mud And my body gets tired And my head is higher And i keep pushin on Darkness and a song And the a

Hello there. Its been quite sometime now since a proper post. I wonder if I even remember how its done. Now that would be tough if only there was anything to it right? Technically, "asdjhqowie" would qualify as a post. Not an interesting one, or even comprehensible for that matter.. or any adjective other than rubbish, crap or WTF?!? (which isn't really an adjective, but it still describes stuff I suppose, so lets ignore that for now.) [**pssst - I conveniently left out the implications the word 'proper' may have had.] But well, whatever. So anyway, I just gave my IIT paper yesterday. Before the 1st paper, I was awesomely relaxed, cool and positive, which was a bit mad at a level, cuz I'd so totally ruined my life for Mr.Judgement Day here, and the least I could do was feel apprehensive and tensed, and NO, it wasn't the confidence in my preparation. It was more of that strange peace n disattachment I seem to feel when strong emotions are required. And t

1st - I will be undertaking a sacrifice SO big, that its like REALLY BIG. :O I'll be gettin my 6-month-long-hair cut today; The photos on the entrance forms had short hair. IIT better give itself to me on its own now. Or else... (I'll feel awful I suppose. Not like I can do anythin if it doesn't) 2nd - I'll be shifting my blog to a new URL. Now I believe, that I personally know all my readers, so I'll give you guys the new address. But for the tiny possibility that there's someone I dunno who reads this blog, just leave me a comment, I'll get back to you on it.