Home.

She tried not to think bout what happened..the pain was too overwhelming..She dint care that she was lost..She had all she needed-her Ibanez...and that was all.

Shed left home..She was sick of defiance..She tried all she could to tell him but he simply wouldnt listen. and so,she decided to make it clear.She had failed to reason so she learnt to accept.

Left a note.Packed what she needed,coupla bucks ta get her thru the nyt...

All her life,she always had the second best...alwayz compromised..but now she knew that shed have all or nothing and anything in between was an illusion.She looked up to see the sunset ...it was the first time that shed learnt to appreciate the different melange of colours in the sky-purple blending into orange...nirvana.

She sat in the meadow..under the setting sun..with the breeze in her hair...feeling her fingers brush the nylon beauty.

She closed her eyes.She was home.

Sans regret.Sans grief.Sans sorrow.

"Harder the life,sweeter the song..."

Pozam feel...

Got Allll the time in the world...
Been a week since Saarne shut down;well fer me atleast.....*ism,ignore the asperity of tha statement*...
Feelin shitty.
Parties have gone back to their purposeless selves...bah!
Either way, been writing alotta music lately...
Found an intense inspiration after a really lonnggg tym so m grateful fer wtv happened...
Blore in a coupla weeks...can't waitta just leave it all behind and start afresh...
Cradle of Filth in Blore 23rd!...can't wait.. Hopefully,backstage passes too...*all smiles*
Movies,Movies,moviess....... sorta makin up fer the 5 month lackve it...haha...more of an obligation than wanted entertainment i shud say...
Books.....Books....
Clearing up the shelves-wich i usually like doing, but now...knowin itd prob be the last time,doesnt seem so inviting anymore.
Been shuttling bwn frenz plcs.....being home leaves my mind with nothing to think bout and trust me, REAL tragedy wen tha happens...
Either way.....
rebecca black sux...rsd....but cudnt resist.

Folk,hip-hop,RnB....bah..

So ive been listening to Ani DiFranco...... Folk rock isn't exactly my kinda music.. but her lyrics make the genre worth the lisen.
I mean...unlike some of the other artists of my generation, who make it rhym without making sense, she gets both the flow of the music and the lyrics..hand in hand.
So, i wikiied her....she seemd pretty intriguing...mahn it was worth it..
bisexual, feminist icon?!...fans disappointed when she got married to a man..
won the 'Woman of courage' award!?...over 20 albums?!?!..woahh....
And then theres this chik....Rebecca Black..a frendve mine asked meta give her a lisen.
NO. Do NOT google her/utube her.
take it from me..ur in fer a BIG disappointment...
A perfect epitome of meaningless music of our generation..
Her song 'Friday', iz a loadve fckin BULLCRAP!!.....and OMG!..she can't even sing AND she has a fkcin officaial video to her song?!?..the world aint fair!...
Dunno wich record label wud be soo naive so as to not see..HEY SHE CAN'T FCKIN SING AND YER GOIN DOWWNNN!
so herez a line or two from the song to illustrate my point:
"Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday.Today i-is Friday, Friday
Tomorrow is Saturday.And Sunday comes after...wards...".
Seriously dude.
Wtf.
-_-

Now,this is where id liketa be....

So, i was listening to this song called human by jon mclaughlin[brilliant one at that btw]..
And strangely, it made me paint out my dream living... Its all soo vivid in my head. I wish i could paint it out on paper with my mind...ah welll....

Imagine, a 22 by 25 living. Rainy day.Creamy beige wooden flooring. Glass walls- with one parting in lieu of a door that leads to the front yard. Glass roof- the rain water falling off its edges;forming a kinda faux waterfall on all three sides of the glass walls.

Grey curtains with inlaid designs, a strokeve neon green here n there that fades into the grey-automatic, that lines all three sides of the room.

A lil guitar station wid a Gibson or two. Not to forget the piano-a big black Yamaha.

At the centre, a grey, smooth leather settee placed on a huge white and grey rug facing the system,all encircling a small glass table with a pebble table top where white and lavender roses would be strewn.

A potted plant or two ta fill the corners.

Now this is where id like to make myself a cuppa and settle down with a copy of HBR on the leather beauty in my standard indoor clothing-shorts, white tee and a black shrug.

aahhhh...nirvana....

Memo-ripod

Some moments you just can't get enough of. Moments that make yer life easier to endure.

But these moments never last forever in yer head. They always hafta go mix themselves up wid the crappy stuff that i'd love to forget.

I wish we had this contraption into which you could sync yer most beautiful memories while their still fresh in yer mind- every detail, every feeling, every image. And when things go wrong, lay back, put it on and live the moment- to feel what you felt then, every smell and every touch; something that'll take you far far away from the real world and give you reason.

Some memories are just too precious. They need safe-keeping.
Just something to tell you that the world ain't too bad a place.
You've just gotta know where to look.

Alone..

The brutal truth-No one listens.
Maybe thats why silence seems so comforting. I'd like to think that people aren't inevitable.

Sometimes, I like being lonely. I send myself to this lil dark corner in me where i find solace. I sit beside the huge french windows and look up to see the dull cloudy skies listening to emo; and more often than not,feel a tear roll down my cheek. But i like it. I like being depressed. I like that i feel low-to think that I am infact alone. Everyone is.

Sometimes, I prefer shutting myself from the world to see how long I'll last. I find it comforting. Theres absolutely no one I can open myself completely to. Theres always a barrier- something that stops you. Probably just the fact that u'll be misconstrued,judged or simply rejected.

I wish people were like the plants around me- living but indifferent. I wish the opinions didn't matter. Probably go back and erase every connection...everyone....beacuse they'll never stay. And if its not free will, then its always time that takes them away.

Every now and then,I go to that special place in me. Let it remain pure and not infested by people and emotions.I don't need no one. Just myself.Alone.Safe...
No strings.
No reasons for what I feel.
No empathy.
Just me and my lil dark nirvana.

The Desolate Hill

I stand on a desolate hill

My arms wide open

I feel the zephyr caress my face

I feel my mind unwind

As it entwines its icy fingers through mine

I see a creamy moon

Trying to find its place

In the evanescent purple-blue melange

I see the leaves of the elm

A bunch of departed souls, perhaps

Waiting to be carried away..

To be free...

All so peaceful,still and benighted.

I hear his voice call my name.

Ever so enticing. I smile.

He drapes his arms around my waist.

'Theres always light in the darkness',he whispers

I close my eyes.

He Lifts me off the desolate hill,

The hushed sound of his opalescent wings,

The eternal ethereal lullaby.