The Pimple On His Nose.

How terrible, it felt like a curse,
He didn't know which was worse,
The breaking of his young heart,
Or the preceding, stinky fart.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
He won't try to settle the score,
To tell her he had slept with another,
Who might have been her mother.
But now he couldn't let his objectives blur,
Now was the time to get over her.
Prom was coming, he needed a date,
Or it really was a cursed fate.
He thought of all her her flaws,
Threw away her stuff as are the laws
of successfully breaking up.
I mean he even forgot the size of her cup.
So now all that was left for him to do,
Was finding a hot girl with eyes big and blue.
And no he didn't need to do something sleazy,
Because it is was actually really easy.
There were many girls looking for a "pretty boy",
And he was the perfect catch, smart cute and coy.
So off he went on his way,
Pretending like it was a normal day,
To pick up his tux from the mall,
After which he'd make the necessary call.
He felt like a very lucky stag,
When he put all her stuff into a bag.
He got rid of all her things including the rose.
But he still had, her pimple on his nose.

Lie To Me.

They told me that no matter what I did I couldn't lie to myself, "you'll always know the truth inside, you're only hurting yourself, you're just burdening your conscience." But guess what, that's all rubbish.
There was a time though, when I like you believed them. I was(as much as I'd like to deny it) more ignorant back then. Now the reality of perfection in a person is unattainable, which is a fact. But, I think that you could lie to yourself and make yourself believe otherwise, believe that you've met the perfect person.

So you meet this someone, who's clever, witty, interesting, fun, et cetera. And as the days peel off the calender, your affection towards this person grows. It seems as if this, now 'crush', can't do a thing wrong and could be said to be perfect. Now, here's where it gets messy, as your acquaintance grows and you gain access to facts about this 'perfect' being. And all that these 'facts' point to say that this person is either a bit of a slut or definitely a wannabe. But all those moments of laughter, the quiet understanding as if your soul could be heard, the sharing of your scars from the past. This is when the turmoil kicks in, do you, or do you not, let the relation slip? What if I read the facts wrong, what if he/she lets go of his/her past self to be with me, what if he/she is just fake, maybe I should just live in the moment and be happy, I'm thinking too much.

Now here's what I did, I pretended like I'd misread the facts, that I could trust my instincts, that I knew the person well enough to be sure that the person was worth having. Which leads to here, I'm writing this pretending as if I had a choice and that I chose correctly. But that would contradict what I said. It does because I'm still in turmoil pretending to be right. Which means that I very conveniently lied to myself believing what I want, and more importantly believing that I'm right, which is what I want more than anything else.

I'll give my life for you

did you know some people care so much about others that they say that they're willing to give up their life for another person...
to throw away your life for someone else? ya right like thats gonna happen... i mean saying something like that is so wannabe or... your just such a loser....... or your a fuck horny son of a bitch willing to say anything for a good bang...

check this out: now days its becoming a trend to say something like that, i mean you just want to copy the shit that they show in hindi movies... couple of days back this kid on tv was asked why he liked shah rukh khan.. his reply was, "because he has a six pack". duuude that is so gay! but i mean you cant really blame the poor guy after all, news papers keep commenting on that only so this kid wants to be cool so gives a reason he doesn't understand but thinks is cool... now thats just an example.. here's the real thing. the kid has grown up on hindi movies where such shit happens and now believes in all the crap that he has absorbed through watching such mindless bullshit.hence he just wants to be them thinking its hep and all....
the other aspect.... the kid's grown up on watching cartoons where he has always dreamed of being the hero, the selfless powerful kind forgiving and most importantly "super cool" hero. now this kid is a complete loser who just lives in his dreams kinda like walter mitty.he's so desperate to be a somebody that he keeps dreaming of damsels in distress and keeps saving them in his dreams. but in real life he's still a loser so when he finally finds someone that accepts him, he gets so happy that he says the bullshit he can only dream of doing...
and well the last type are very self-explanatory so i don't really need to go into that i guess...

so here's the conclusion:don't say shit you don't mean cause it'll just come back to screw you over...

Ode on Emo's

I'm sick and tired of emo rhymes,
of pain and misery, of people being fake,
of sad lives and all their bad times.
o go kill yourself for my sake.
i cant take you'll anymore, nor your lines,
of all your sadness what am i supposed to make?
do you want me to pity your lives ?
tell you that i feel really bad,
when you show me bloody knives?
tell you that ive never felt so sad,
do want me to pretend like i care,
or do you just want me to glare,
lecture you like im your dad,
do need attention that bad?
to show the world that your there
but here's the thing i dont care...

Whats in a name?

Spin the wheel, roll the dice,
after all its just like a game,
and if you lose you don't pay any price,
its called giving your child a name.
Tom, Dick, Harry or Mad Hatter,
like anyone is going to care,
I mean after all it doesn't matter,
its not going to make anyone stare.
And if it doesn't suit the child,
big deal, "what’s in a name?"
So think of something, anything wild,
and doesn't matter even if its lame.
And he's made fun of for it,
well then that’s just a shame.
After all it cant always fit,
the personality of the child.
So think of any random name
but it shouldn't be something mild.

Last Goodbye

There's a light in the staircase,
That illuminates her face.
He keeps staring at her,
While his emotions stir.

Still, there's no trace,
Of these emotions on his face.
Although his insides churn,
His eyes just show concern.

He doesn't shout or even glare,
But that doesn't mean he doesn't care.
Still the damage had been done.
They'd both lost, no one won.

All along had he been fake?
Or was it really a mistake?
It didn't matter anymore
Because she just shut the door.

Bit of a Shock.

Surprised, not really shocked, is the word.
How could I have not known about this?
I feel like an orphan living in a dark abyss,
I mean the whole concept is so absurd.

Such oddities when revealed are dumbfounding,
So much so that it makes me speechless,
My mind feels like a complete mess.
Just recalling it makes my heart start pounding.

Although I want to shout it out to the world,
At the end of the day it's not my concern,
Even though it makes my insides churn,
Inside me it'll have to stay forever curled.

And a Touch of Atheism.

A question that makes me very hazy,
Are the others, or am I just crazy?
This situation I know is preposterously bad,
But I'm sure that either one of us is mad.
If women are from Venus, men from Mars,
Then I probably came from near the stars.
And there I must have committed a sin,
To be born underneath this thick skin.
I must have done something really bad,
To be in such a place so utterly sad.
A world full of paranoid people,
That believe in praying under a steeple.
Don't they get that God doesn't exist.
Why in "his" pursuit do they persist?
By the way, if "Virgin" Mary had a child,
Doesn't that make "God" kinda wild?
But I suppose it's none of my business,
If these people are so bloody brainless.
Let them believe that bunnies hop on two legs,
And that they carry colourful eggs.
Let them believe that dead people walk,
And that they preach and talk.
Of such oddities I could go on and on,
But that would take just too long.
So I guess that it's about time,
That I ended this weird mood rhyme.

Forgive My First Post.

hello the world......

guwahati is such a cool place to be in . i mean there are some really cool people or should i say really "high" people . i was getting really bored so i went out for walk and on my way i met this really curious guy . i had such a weird conversation with him about all kinds off shit . and here are some of his preaching .

did you know that some people are erm.. okay maybe my expressive skills are really bad so i'll just tell you a story....


"Ram" a simple enough name for our protagonist . so now "Ram" is like you and me but he isnt you and me coz if he was then there would be no you and me but "Ram" . so heres the thing "Ram" wants to be some one although he already is some one but doesn't want to be someone in particular just a person who er.. is noticed by other people who has friends and is popular . now this want is like and not like an economic want .as in he is willing to work towards achieving it but it doesn't serve any economic purpose but it may indirectly. so even though he does think about the monetary aspect of things, well thats really not what he wants but getting it, wouldn't be a problem as such . now coming back to the main theme "Ram" wants to be popular, he knows how to become popular as in he has a plan to do so . its like i have to suck up to these people break my ties with those people and bitch about the rest . but even though he wants all this he wants to keep it real coz he knows that if he does suck up, people will comment on this, hampering his popularity later by creating a ceiling limit and also creating a weak point which "the others" WILL take advantage off. so heres the conflict inside him ...
the desire to be popular but he wants to keep it real,sucking up has a lot of dis advantages but hes too stupid to use any other way, he is a wannabe but doesn't wannabe anybody but himself, so he has a plan but following would make him look like a suck up only, thus he's reached a dead end a point where there are so many factors that keep contradicting each other that his only option is to start anew but he cant do that now, i mean he's in so deep already how can he just break away throw away all that he has worked for for so long as if it never was . hence he reaches a dead end but his refusal to walk out the way he came makes it a wall built around him
suffocating him and clouding his mind till he eventually becomes another brick in the wall .

the 1st post

im just pissed off with everything so im just going to try and channelize all my "negative energy" into this blogg....!

im currently in the fucking middle of nowhere in a place called guwahati ...! i came here by car . ya that's right a freaking three day long journey on the road, something i truly detest. but none the less im here now and very frustrated . but that's not the shitty part what sucks is that i have absolutely nothing to do here and im stuck here for almost a month . so now that you know the shit im in i guess you'd understand the other shit that im going to rite .