Doodles of the Insane

Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? The grass isn’t green. The snow isn’t white. The light isn’t bright. The taste isn’t sweet. The atmosphere is strange. The air is misty. The vision is out of range. Your cheeks are thirsty. The sky looks pitch black. The birds don’t seem to fly. There is something the winds lack. Even the hard rocks cry. Is this place, the Mars? No it isn’t. This is something familiar. I had been here before. Losing the skin you possessed. Gaining superficial colors you never need. Exploring the mind you never had. Dreaming about the rainbow you never will have. Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? I am buried alive… You are buried alive… We are buried alive… In our own selves...

The urge was too high to catch, irresistible just like an itch. I knew I couldn't take this anymore, insatiable like a whore. Of anxiety, my fingers shiver, like the waves in the river. But I had to hold on, till I find myself alone. For I can gratify only in solitude, & I love this high altitude. The scene plays back in my mind, with my weapon in the quivery hand. Up & down, In & out; My hand dances with it. The tremors go mild, With my vision ultra wild. Rigidly stays my organ. Words out of none, spills out through the pore, thus ending the encore. The feel of the pen that pierces the papyrus. Its my orgasm!!!! First of all, let me say I just loved the way your mind waved and clinged before your eyes read the last three lines!!:D:D:P:P And maybe it was too exagerrated;) but thats the way poetry are lead by..isn't it?? Finally..friends, this is my 50th post(actually I thought I wouldnot celebrate this 50..I should have done with the previous..yes 49!! afterall th...

I had encountered numerous occasions, in my short life, when someone would always ask me to talk something and not to be numb like a comatose patient. In the beginning I would just consider their words and try hard to speak something (believe me.. speaking to someone whom I feel uncomfortable is the worst thing to me.. and the comfortable people in my list is too short.. so almost whole population of the universe counts against the meager) but now I just turn deafened ears towards them. Do people understand me? Yes some do. For some, it could be their love possessing their mind trying to activate me. So do I understand? Yes I do to an extent. Some don’t realize that I am comfortable being numb. They receive a wrong notion that I am pathetic and that I need desperate help. It’s not that. I am damn comfortable here in my shoes and what you are trying to shove into me is what makes me uncomfortable. If I feel like speaking out, I will for sure. I will seek out what I need. I am a Capr...

This is where I end after a tired day of traveling and an even more exhausted day of outing in and around Bangalore . Its always good to be home…Everyone knows that…My home is sweet indeed…yet it’s the home of salt for atleast the southern part of India, I guess…Its TUTICORIN(English version) pronounced Thoothukudi in Tamil also known as pearl city…a major harbour city on the southern tip, very close to Sri Lanka…According to our customs(maybe in other races too??), salt accounts for one of the major ingredient of your character…Its rare to see a goiter patient around here…Every land has its own famousness..and this is my home’s…Here you see hard white crystals heaped up just like sand dunes of the desert….from quite a distance it mimics white snow…But don’t expect them…its pretty hot out here!! I am struggling to cope up with the temperature after having been in a place where you rarely need a fan to doze you off to dreams…yet home is something special!! Well I never felt homes...

I see in your eyes something malignant. Why don't you spit it out? Right on my face, rather than on my ass. Prick my heart, if that's your choice, from the anterior, though! There's something more worse than hatred, I realize it now, quite late. Its your kiss of indifference, you unleash upon me. The eye of a stranger, you stare at me. Have you lost your past? Didn't our days last? where and why have you gone? Am I incompatible with the souls of the universe? Don't ever prove me wrong! I can move without you. I have shoulders to cry. Hands to hold. Friends to hug. But remember one thing, I never said "Goodbye"..... this post is dedicated to my roomie , for having been on my side through hard times, erasing my loneliness of me, though he didn't know whats going inside me!

A sea uproars to a mighty mountain, Glaciers melt down into the ocean, All to vanity without a trail. All under the time's trial. Clay isn't amiable forever, Only until it turns hard. Sponge doesn't absorb forever, it leaks them out later. There is a limit limiting everything, beyond which it mutates to nothing. You don't remain the same, forever. Neither do I ! I am not what I was. I will not be what I am. I am under the constant spell of metamorphosis. Forever is Never... P.S. this post is a product of being pissed off!

Will you follow my tail? Fly with me Take my wings free. I will take you somewhere, where there is nothing. No air to inhale, No water to quench, No body to be caged in, Nobody to envy, Nobody to hate, Everybody to love. But no way back, Yet you can traverse through the other route. Will you come? You will regret having spilt your blood here. Lets make it a memorable voyage! Falling down the Everest, Crawling through green meadows, Floating above misty clouds, Walking on transparent waters, Sleeping with minds closed, Lets derive joy from oddness. You know, the time, you were born, you didn't know, you were born. Likewise, you wouldn't know this too. Its a pleasure;Its an orgasm! Its a freedom from the bondage! How would immortals taste it? How would mortals know it? Poor world! Pathetic souls! Everything gain significance only after its loss. Its not the same with life, though the same with DEATH. Why do you fear to relish an elixir? Come, Lets invade the next Hell! P.S. I a...