New Wave Utopia

This is the new wave utopia. It is our arm around the future's shoulder, walking together like friends. Our surrender to fate and the victory in that surrender. It is our helplessness wrapped In a sweet coat of innocence. Coming to terms with a future equally devastated and forlorn. And finding comfort in its company. Like long lost brothers' chanced meeting as prisoners of war. This is the new wave utopia. A black hole shining at the end of the universe.

It's complicated

Silence tears you blind.
And if i say a word, you'd say i said too much.

The Argumentative Indian: A Review

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The Perfect Day

i open the eyes and there's just too much silence, unbearable piercing silence cutting through ages gone past and the centuries to come. i breathe this toxic pain of life one breath at a time, and counting the clouds crossing across the sky. a thought comes and goes, and i listen to the quiet whimper it leaves behind.
there's too much darkness and the earth is still, breathing slowly, and waiting for that perfect day. and here's to everyone coping with reality that only the unfortunate see. and i, stuck in this cycle of days and nights, wondering, waiting, hoping, for that perfect moment, the end of time.

The Idea

Thoughts flew around
looking for a place
somewhere
in the sky;
bored of gravity

Sick of You

HOPE
i am sick of u
for being there like a ghost
haunting me like surface
while remaining a vacuum

DREAM
i am sick of u too
for chasing me down
when i thought i'd escaped
from your naughty deceitful lure

TRUTH
i am sick of u too
for being bitter
and remorseless
and slapping on the face
always a little too late

LIFE
i am sick of you too
for just being there

Of Dreams and Nightmares

Its hard to say what it is that we dreamt of when we were kids. Is it this life you are living. Is it something u cant imagine being in. or is it something out of this world, where your mind cannot reach now, with its rotten old pictures of reality. Hard to say what will become of you 5 years from now. Your rarest of rare dreams, or the nightmare you were always afraid of finding yourself in. or will it be both at the same time. Was your dream also your nightmare, disguised with angels where death once stood. In this life full of dreams and nightmares, why is it that we can imagine our fears so much better than our dreams.

YOU and I

You chose your path and I chose mine. We turned our ways and never looked back. I'll walk this road and think about you sometimes. You'll walk your road and probably think of me sometimes too. And we'll live our lives and do our own sweet things we like. You chase your dreams and I chase mine. And if we ever meet again, on some fateful crossroad, let us blame it on love.