I'll come back..

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Am not dead yet..
Just buried alive..
I'll come back..



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Phoenix said…
wow some one is back from a long hiatus... welcome back jeya... :) great lines those were...
November 23, 2008 at 9:43 PM
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In sane is Insane

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Some months back , I purchased two books by Paulo Coelho from a roadside shop .. Their names VERONIKA DECIDES TO DIE and BY THE RIVER PIEDRA I SAT AND WEPT .. The former one is all about INSANITY and the latter about LOVE .. I never expected it to prove my title "IN SANE IS INSANE" but fortunately it did .. After the hard work I spent for my II year exams , my mind deserved the inner peace which it acquired by reading VERONIKA DECIDES TO DIE .. I was in a sort of addiction to Paulo Coelho's words and thoughts after losing myself to his LIKE THE FLOWING RIVER .. and the book didn't let me down .. But it took a long time to complete this book .. It traveled with me to Kodaikanal absorbing the scorching heat of Madurai ,lying on the dashboard of our car, through the course of travel and emitting it back in the cool hill station trying to keep itself warm ..Finally I had to finish reading it in the back benches of my PSM(preventive and social medicine) class - the mo...
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The Black Brigade

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Thud!! Thud!! Thud!! Marched the black army above, with the spears aimed below... This is a war, & Earth is what they mar... This is a battle, & life is what they unsettle... There blew the siren, that shiver us to frighten... Scouting the fragile part, the recruited arrows depart... sssssshhhh!! ssssssshhhh!! They shade the sky in infinite... The living stare at so polite... Defenseless the men surrender, & the victorious defeat they suffer... In every good there is some bad, & the bad make them sad... This between the heaven & the mankind, leaves a million memories rewind... Its time to welcome the monsoon, for its our greatest boon!! P.S. for those who still toil under the sun raining rays, the brigade is already on the way:)
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Inebriated

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Hanging by the watch's minute hand, we were exploring our own land; Too slowly crawled the clock, Our brains were fixed in a block; The state of steadiness measured in terms of pegs, we flew around with wings pinned to our legs; Out came the words from the inside, that crenelated the heart in vitro quite wide; From dumb to a chatter box, cowardice to courage, this OH-fluid made our neurones outrage; Our souls confessed our sins kneeling down, Yet our exterior dressed in the mask of a clown; We see an aureole around every face, bcoz the Inner God emerges out from the surface; We let ourselves ruled by the uninhibited subconscious, and slaughter our cruel inhibited conscious;
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My Soul..

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Untraceable , between the capricious extremes of mood, among the fluctuating variations of life, Something,that I call precious, lives .. Lost , in the mystifying mazes of time, on the universal path to Death, Something, that I call precious, lurks .. Living , with the omnipresent confusions of the heart, in the delirious illusions of the mind, Something, that I call precious, slowly dies .. Something that means nothing to you & everything to me.. It is something, that I can't explain, & you can't understand.. Its my Soul ..
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Insanity Awarded!!

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Yesterday night, when I browsed through the comments as usual on my Nokia 3230, I was not a bit astonished.In fact I was amazed a lot. Bcoz I was handed the THINKING BLOGGER AWARD by Neo which in turn was awarded by Rajeev .Both of whom I admire a lot for their capabilities to pen down phenomenal poems(Neo) and crispy yet stunning short stories(Rajeev). Now getting back to the day(actually it was a night) when I gave birth to this blog , I remember my Mom scolding me to get off the computer and to spend some time on the bed(Now its the reverse, I spend the whole day on my bed in this gloomy icy climate!!).I let my Mom's words traverse through the auditory canal of one and out through the other. And the result is this DOODLES OF THE INSANE . Its just 3 months old( Neonatal ) and I believe this comes pretty premature for an amateur(ppl is my ego inflated?? Dont mind atleast for today!!lol).I see those days with my comments zero , posts unread , blog unnoticed ,the doodler unkn...
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We might as well be Strangers....

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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!
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