crazy week

Derive and Integrate

The two important functional operations in calculus. These mathematical phenomenons exist in the very same way in real life. Its the philosophy of lifestyles in every part of the world. And its sad especially in the way it creates a difference among us, among the same species of beings. The rich and the poor, the hungry and the possessed. Could there be rich without the poor? Rich exist only after obtaining the the poor one's money. This process goes on, integrating itself for the rich folks whereas for the poor, its the process of derivation. A big city with sky scrapers in the center still has slums below. The scraper keeps building higher and the slums keep getting bigger. Its a natural process now. Nothing awkward about it anymore. And this is the way we live, the way we watch the world getting stabbed by the devil. This is the way we lead our own future to a certain oblivion. Are we all happy? Yes, we're still happy. We're exhilarated! No shame if you try, try to enjoy it.

Tornado of Souls....

Look Through Everything

poweR

Here, we go on.... We see things, we pass them. We learn and we ignore. We create and then we destroy it. We have a power. It is possessed by everyone and is used too. Some use it in a good way, some use it negatively. But, who is to judge the either? Not me! I stare carefree. I enjoy watching. The spectacle is always amusing. With every breath, you can heal yourself; or you can also kill yourself slowly. With every thought you can enlighten yourself, or you can waste everyone's time. This power is a hard thing to understand; even if understood, a hard thing to control. Few have realized it, and fewer have mastered it.

If I could, would you?

Escape

Look at the world today,
It is full of so much hate,
Oh! Please take me away.
I see my country,
Stripped and torn away,
Pain and blood everywhere.

Some said left,
Some said right,
Others went missing in their fights.
Some shed dark,
Some shed bright while,
Dark's getting darker and brights have all the rights.

Oh please blind me,
I don't wanna see anymore,
This pain is sickening my soul.
Can't you hear the cries?
All the children are crying,
Its like a sad song thats awakening me.

Please give me wings,
So I can fly away,
I don't wanna live here anymore,
Please let me escape.


-Mushroom Cult-

Absence

the precise moment. actions and words and thoughts. all present in the same moment. but as usual, all incoherent. one momentary lack of concentration and then the effect is prominent. not always, but sometimes. drops of blood trickle as you play with the knife, points lost. a pinch too much of salt, ecstasy lost. punctuations misplaced, the song is left undone. chocolate, coffee and cigarettes, off-white; the light dimmed. scarf around the face, warm breath and vision blurred. no brakes, soles burnt. a sick and twisted mind, yes. my hands are on the keyboard. my mind is on something, my eyes are on everything and i know, eventually, the spirit always dies away. forgiveness i ask, from no one but myself :)

elusive end...

I'm tired. Not for the day! Not from studies! I'm so tired. It's such a sick world. I'm tired of watching, tired of thinking. I'm tired of trying to decide. Choices and reasons mingle with my pityful mind, desolating all my actions. Vision blurred, sounds muffled, decisions diverted and shame washed away. I need a sense higher than reason. I don't need faith. I need clarity. I need help! Yes, I'm tired. Legs thrown and head under the blanket. Naked sleep, thats also what I need. I want the end. But, I know its never coming. It's such a sick world. Life's such a bitch.... SKAG.. I want my skag back. It helps me forget, my purpose and my troubles. And maybe, maybe it'll show me the end...