Well, I have no more space to post on this blog, unless I want to buy space.

Which I don’t.

Space is free.

So I’m taking the only other option available.

My new blog – http://betweenpoles.wordpress.com/

See you there.

(This blog will continue to exist)

With Love,

Vimal

Gently you talk

In your gibberish

I don’t understand

A word that you so articulately pronounce

Has no implication

On my wayward mind

Flushed

Because of your embarrassing short memory

I pretend I don’t know you

Save you the humiliation

That you are growing older

Faster than butterflies

Touch-me not’s

Next to my house

Have so much to teach the nerve-wrecked

They find the simplest reasons

To shun from responsibility

Perfectly describes me

Digging graves is tiresome

And I don’t want to bury you

Before you bury me.

Ofcourse that’s too much to ask for

Especially when I depend on you

For encouragement

What will it be then?

The world or me

Your friendship or you

Sorry!

I won’t decide

There is no need

You already know

The planets travel on their axis

Celestial objects without feeling

While me and my sensibilities

Ponder laboriously.

Its cold outside and I can’t seem to keep myself warm. The wind rustles through the leaves outside the window and everything becomes surreal.
My eyes blur from the neon lights flickering in my head. The luminescent glow of the screen before me sets my nerves on edge. I want to sleep.
All around I feel this force that waits for that moment of weakness to pounce and finish me off. These feelings of inconsistency confuse like mazes high above my line of vision. I clamber for the nearest outcrop of rock I sense just ahead of me. Cling for dear life and find it crumbling in my grasp.
The doors that lead outside are numerous and seductive. An easy escape. But I’ve never taken things that came easy. There is no joy in accepting handouts.
So, I push on with utter contempt for all who are appeased by smaller things. My eyes filled with greed of attaining that equilibrium that is only whispered about. Never satisfied, never slacking.
On my own mission to save myself from complacency. Ahead looms failure and loss of discernment. That does not affect me. The urge is unbearable. Like a strain or a cramp that just won’t relax.
Making my own way comes easy, for I’ve never succumbed to mob mentality. Creating has been hard, for laziness is more like recreation to me. Even on the most eventful days I find some way or the other to waste some time. The point being, I don’t consider that wasting time. As I am merely keeping myself entertained and calm.
The world is indeed quite boring with all their rules and religions and guidelines and forms and standards and all the other “Big” words that just seem to get in the way. I want a path that I discover for myself that has perils and dangers and boogiemen and nurses in black stockings (not in hospitals) and streams that have whirlpools and mile deep crevices and most of all have detours and shortcuts.
That is my perfect world.

Mortal: What do you want to become?
Shyakama: I don’t have a clue yet… I always thought I wanted to be a journalist

Mortal: What will you write about?
Shyakama: That’s the thing I’m confused about… I know I write better fiction than facts.

Mortal: So do u want to be a writer?
Shyakama: I’ve always wanted to be a psychologist…
Maybe that’s what I’ll end up doing in the end

Mortal: Why are u like this?
Shyakama: Its not that bad

Mortal: Do u mind if I ask you stupid questions?
Shyakama: No I don’t mind

Mortal: Which is you favourite food?
Shyakama: Anything with chicken in it I suppose

Mortal: Specifics please.
Shyakama: Lasagne I suppose

Mortal: When do u plan to get married?
Shyakama: Once I’ve turned 21 I suppose. Once I get my degree
and a job

Mortal: Which is your favourite movie to date?
Shyakama: Forrest Gump

Mortal: Whom would you like to kill – if you had the chance and why?
Shyakama: My cousin, long story

Mortal: How would you like to die?
Shyakama: Wrist cut… But ive learnt it doesn’t work…

Mortal: What is the craziest thing you would like to do?
Shyakama: Bungee jumping

Mortal: Do you have a secret life, no one knows of?
Shyakama: I used to… its not secret anymore

Mortal: What is your view on aids?
Shyakama: Use condoms or don’t have sex……….

Mortal: What is your opinion on Mercy killing?
Shyakama: If the person has written in his will that he’s not against it… I would go ahead with it.
But again I wud say go with your intuition. Miracles do happen at times

Mortal: Do you believe in God? Why?
Shyakama: Yes, cos I’ve felt his presence

Mortal: Considering what you are, do you think you will go to heaven or hell?
Shyakama: There is no such thing as heaven or hell. And even if there is, I’m going to heaven

Mortal: How many people have you harmed until today?
Shyakama: Two…Three

Mortal: Do you like the colour red?
Shyakama: Not really

Mortal: If you had to choose between giving life and taking life, what would you choose?
Shyakama: Taking. Population control

Mortal: If you believe in rebirth and I think you do, would you like to be reborn as a vampire or an angel?
Shyakama: Angel

Mortal: But what do you relate more to, angels or demons?
Shyakama: Demons, I guess

Mortal: Would you like to kill me and drink my blood?
Shyakama: Both

Mortal: I’m not surprised! Any advice for your fans?
Shyakama: None.

Mortal: Do you think you’ll live forever?
Shyakama: Yes

(Mortal: Thank you and please don’t kill me. I have a family

Shyakama: HA, HA, HA, HA, HA )

Not just a colour
But a feeling
Of oneness
That binds loose ends
And condenses everything around it
Making even a small ripple seem so detrimental

Senses on high alert
Tingling and stiffening muscles

Stark realities surround
Echoes reverb with ease
Off walls of volcanic rock
Reminders of our ancestors

Waters covered the earth
Vast and uncompromising
From deep to depth
Spontaneous and tuned to nature
Gullible in its unstructured form
Yet almighty

Carefully you have taken my hand and led me to where you knew it was safe

I am overwhelmed with your generosity and kindness

you have surpassed all my expectations and I am

flabbergasted

How could you be so nice to me

No-one has been this nice to me

Never have I felt so delighted

that I could hardly sit

I couldn’t even breathe

Hmmm

You are something my love

You find new ways to sweep me off my feet

especially when I finally think that things couldn’t get worse

When I am down

You show me that I have been blinded by my own stupidity

When I am unhappy

you show me that there’s no need to be

When I am broke

You have given more than is necessary

And I know money has nothing to do with love

But I would give a pound of my flesh to repay you for your deed

How luck am I?

that I have someone like you who looks out for me

Looks after me

from so far away

like my guardian angel

my Godsend

my spring of joy and abundance

I desire more of thee

Cos nothing in this world is as sweet to me

as you.

He passed away yesterday

A year plus one ago

He was hard to fathom

Had so many different emotions

All put together in one

Chillies and Kung Fu

Oh the stories I used to tell my friends

About him

When I was younger

A great sportsman

No mercy for his own children

Dreaded being on the opposite team

Glad he died doing what he wished

Gave him some tips

On his new 100 cc bike

He was up for anything

Always ready for the chase

Temper like a forest fire

Tongue like a polished dagger

Strength like a Bengal tiger

Most of all courage like no one else I’ve known

I’ve carried on a few of his charms

Some of them give me the qualms

Cannot deny he did have his failures

Probably what led to his seizures

Those who knew him

Respected his pleasures

Even In death

He was far from fetters

(for miss goofy)

To the world you’re just a person
To me you’re more than being

When you write I see you trying
To express what is within

In your soul lies the key to wisdom
With words of purest gold

Like the soft patter of rain on a tin roof
Your thoughts refresh the old

They are real, they are searching
For a life within the trial

Exploring every nook and cranny
Bringing to the surface what is vile

In times when light no longer wins
And death seems the only hope

Truth can only win by surrender
For the world is a tight rope.

If I had just one wish

I would wish that I could cuddle you

In my arms

Until we merged.

If I had just two wishes

I would wish for a house and a garden

just like what you describe to me.

If I had just three wishes

I would wish to read your mind-

that you become rich

and stay beside me.

If I had just four wishes

I would wish all your bad memories fade away,

your dreams be fulfilled,

your tears be of joy

and your life a walk in the park.

If I had five wishes

I would keep them for you

so you could wish for things

I forget.

 (u know where the pics are from)

Saving Us

- Serj Tankian

Why do we sit around and break each other’s hearts tonight?
Why do we dance around the issues ’till the morning light?
When we sit and talk and tear each other’s lives apart.
You were the one to tell me go…

But you were the one for me,
And now you’re going through the door,
When you take that step I love you baby more and more,
We need to laugh and sing and cry and warm each other’s hearts tonight,
Having fun of everything and loving all our mother’s…

Tearing us,
You’re tearing us,
You’re breaking us,
You’re carrying us,
You’re saving us,
Breaking us,
You’re killing us,
Killing us,
You’re saving us…

Why do we sit around and break each other’s hearts tonight?
Why do we dance around the issues ’till the morning light?
When we sit and talk and tear each other’s lives apart.
You were the one to tell me go…

But you were the one for me,
And now you’re going through the door,
When you take that step I love you baby more and more,
We need to laugh and sing and cry and warm each other’s hearts tonight,
Having fun of everything and loving all our mother’s…

Forever I lie,
And never and never again…

pix from Google.