Music is amazing. I wake up half dead in a stupor but when I hear the exact notes I need to hear, it brings such a wave of calm and energy, it is enthralling !


Respect to all musicians, artists and the world. Some things really make your day :)

Reason

A reason to splurge,
A reason to live,
A reason to take,
A reason to give

A reason to fall,
A reason to know,
A reason to die,
A season to grow

Salt

The two of them sit, hand in hand and look far into the ocean.

"What is Love really?"
"It is what we make it Jane."
"Tell me more. What is love to you?"
"No one can answer that !! Its too complicated!"
"I want to hear. Tell me. "
"Love is... love is passionate. Its subtle.. its not loud. Yes, its definitely not loud. "
"Hmmm.. what is passion then? Isn't passion loud?"
"No."
"Its not?? I always imagined passion to be alive."
"So it is, but its not loud."
"Then.."
"When you look at the ocean, what do you see?"
"I see the horizon. I see light bouncing of the waves."
"When you think of the ocean, what do you see?"
"I see blue."
"Do you feel anything?"
"I feel calm. Excited."
"Is the ocean inviting?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to dive in?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"But it is beautiful.."
"Oh yes. So very beautiful."

"So the ocean you see is different from what you think of?"
"Yes."
"Even when you are sitting here in the sand. With the smell, the touch, the taste of the air? The picture enthralls you more? "
"Yes."
"Is the picture Loud?"

He smiled at her and then into the distance. She looked at him and saw his eyes. Eyes so wise, so subtle.. so not loud.. The sand had never felt so rough before. The air was full of salt.

Intrigue

You stand next to the ocean,
With deep unblinking eyes,
And I stand there and wonder,
Do you see the ocean, or does the ocean
see you?

GOA !

:D :D :D
Class trip to Goa !!

:D

Gore

Sleep o little one,
With all your innocence,
For when you smile and dream,
I'll slit your fucking throat







:P
Muahahahahahahaha !
Blair Witch is NOTHING.

To Write

I write for me
I write for glee
I write for the world
I pray for Thee

I feel no difference
In anger or emotion
I feel no starch
In reason in plea

I write for reason
I read for love
I hear the wind
And the colours, I see

I rhyme not for taste
For taste is none
But salt and yeast
and season and blood
I fly high towards blinding light,
I close my eyes to feel but free,

I know I can touch her soul with poison,
I know I can spend her life on me,
I live by a few stones and gravel,
I live for her and so does She..