Death

Want to float like a smoke
Oh... that feeling of weightlessness..
The deafening sound of silence
and blinding of darkenss..

Falling of the cascade
but where is the splash..
can't feel the syringe
Piercing into my flesh..

The shadows that follow you
From the moment you are born..
Now they hold you in their arms
Like a baby in a pram..

For all this years
Your indifference towards your soul..
Oh you'll be sorry
Coz it was always your call..

Bakwaas...feeling drained...

I wrote that first post during my college days (I say that as if its been ages, well its been only 4 months but sure the time seems to be that long), when it was just cool to write about your life and stuff which made a lot of sense at that time and things you knew were most significant in life, until you found out the real LIFE... any ways before I get nostalgic and your screen turns black and white... so after that first little post I thought I could not write,(Maybe because I read that and refined it infinite times and ultimately got bored...) and I would tell myself that -"U don't need to write"- "Your thought process is too fast to type".... yes then thoughts started bubbling, random notions which would come while day dreaming, even at night..... and then it overflowed with lot of pearls lost in the flow.... creating a void, sometimes an irresistible urge to stem, put breaks and understand.... to make sense of the chaos inside my head.... and then I decided to write again... no long edited articles this time.... just few lines of heartfelt poetry... less ATP's burned in typing utilized in more dreaming... contemplating measuring to find a suitable mould for my thoughts....started forcing myself into a particular domain of writing, prototyping myself... What the hell??? I'll just write, so that I can see those thought bubbles grow in size and burst... so that I can feel the electric pulses running in my gray cells... so that I can just sit back and see these beautiful emotions nourish my character... reflecting more emotions, replicating, fulfilling....