Monday, February 07, 2011

In trouble with my soul...

I am bothered with my soul
I am walking beside my shoes
Your questions pull and drag
A future which seduces
Don't let me breath

I am selling joy to pain
To convince that I am alive
I am feeding my own screams
With my thoughts so stupidly
Complaining with fear

In trouble with my soul
I am a story backwards told

I want to laugh at everything
But there are no laughter's left
I wave myself through the day
And I shout in empty rooms
Who made these rules?

In trouble with my soul
I am a story backwards told



(I saw deathwing today... looked cool :( )

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Comfortably Numb

I feel really alone lately.... really alone....

You know this time comes in your life when you are no longer a kid, and you are meant to act in a certain way. And I just couldn't cope with it. Now I just kinda live, but I don't really feel anything anymore.

I have absolutely no friends now, real or otherwise. Weekdays are spent passing time and office, and sleeping at home at night. Weekends are spent on sleeping and world of warcraft.

I came across this song today :

Life is bitter
A kiss could be so sweet
I've got a tattoo inside my eyes
For a girl I'll never meet


I have no one to share it with. I have no one to share my life with. I wish I could talk to Avi maybe.... But I guess she outgrew that whole silly nonsense talks.

And age is catching up on me, I'll be 27 in a few days. 27! Twenty seven! If I remember like 3-4 years ago, I would have never figured I'd be this way when I would have turned 27. A person completely uninterested in his life.

You know I learnt life's deepest secrets, but I still don't know what to do with them. Like how it's your life, and when you lie on your deathbed, you are not going to be answerable to anyone else but your ownself. Actually it's all very confusing, all kinda confusing theories. Another one says since life is short, you ought to make the people who matter around you happy. I am not doing either one.

I guess a lot of people would find it ridiculously funny and horrific to know that the reason why I didn't want to marry, was the exact thing that I refused to accept for marriage. But guess what, deep inside something tells me I'm not going to be normal ever again. Maybe I'd die at 27.


In trouble with my soul
I am a story backwards told