Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Dark Corner

Be my shining star,
burn all this agony and pain.

Light my little world of darkness
with your ecstatic flames.

But remember to spare the corners,
the shadows must remain.

Just spare the dark corners,
the dark corners in which I lay!

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Sparks of Lust


That night, when you came to me
You looked so elegant, you made me see
I saw far beyond your facade,
you were burning in misery

Watching you sleep the other day
your beauty didn't spare me words to say
Overlooking your charm and warm embrace
I only felt guilt and shame 

Your malice was so overwhelming,
It was threatening the evil in me
Wanting to let you go, I held on
Your reflective eyes begged another night

My intentions wouldn't permit me to stay
Nor would yours let you leave 
Still stuck in that very moment, that place
Wanting more, Wanting to go

Reminiscences of those days still haunt
The spark on your face, the glory days
As it began, it was over
With the death of light, lust sparks no more 

King of Woe

The mighty one,
on his mighty throne
The lies he told
Stole his crown of gold.

The beggar who licked
all his wounds.
Stood by him,
though the wretched truths!

The shield of lies
to devour the queen,
The queen a whore,
to his woe!

The only one
To stand in his way
Was the one
Who never saw the light of day!

Though the mighty
With his talks
Slandered the lowly
the ones he stalked!

The only one
To stand his way
was mightier
than the light of day!

The darkness in shadows
revealed his woe
slayed the beggar
left the whore

All three still wonder
what went wrong
Dethroned of the throne
they all sought

But the only one
to stand their way
Was a man,
in complete disarray!

Friday, 17 June 2011

HighEye: The Window

HighEye: The Window: "As I was growing up, I'd look out of my window, I saw rainbows, morons who'd chase butterflies, retards who played on swings and enjoyed t..."

Thursday, 16 June 2011

The Window

As I was growing up, I'd look out of my window,
I saw rainbows, morons who'd chase butterflies,
retards who played on swings and enjoyed the sunshine.
I didn't like the sight
so I shut the window every time and locked myself up
in the darkness with my mind.
Now through the broken windows,
I see only pain, misery and malice
Alas! Now there is nowhere left to run,
the world is just as dark as my room.

Monday, 6 June 2011

Edit | No | Please?

To begin with, I use Facebook a lot. The only thing that I can't really understand is why people edit their goddamn pics and upload them. Come on! Are you seriously that ugly without the edits Photoshop offers? Every time I refresh my homepage, I either see some lame mass tagging orgy or some lame edit by a self-obsessed, attention seeking chick who has already won 20+ likes for her editing skills (makes you feel great, right?). To add to it, the color balance (usually green, yellow, red, blue used in excess) hurts the eyes! Just opening one of your ultra retarded pics in Adobe Photoshop, adding a few extra-cheesy punch lines here and there marked by hearts and circles doesn't make you cool! Most of them even end up as creative disasters. So I humbly request all the murderous Photoshoppers out there, please be gentle.

PS: Honestly, use your time for something much more creative, than being self-obsessed tramps/ drag-queens.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

The Don(Dawn) of a Thought.

It was a good week off I had since a month. Relaxing on my friend's terrace with some good music, a drink, enjoying Barcelona's victory over Man United (some Man U followers were not in the partying mood) :P. A couple of hours past twelve, we heard some commotion and decided to check. On looking, there was some guy, drunk to glory who was trying to enter the compound. To no one's surprise, he was the self-proclaimed "don" of the town. Well, I had never heard of this guy before in my entire life. We rushed down (I still don't know why we rushed into my friends place and decided to lock ourselves in his house while we could have just stayed up and made our stand), kept our night on a standstill waiting for this scum to leave. After some convincing by a friend of mine, who knew this trigger happy dodo, he left. Apparently, he thought someone abused him from the terrace (Gee! I never realized that drinks could grant you the super-hearing ability). After he left, I began to think a lot. What if we hadn't heard him downstairs? What if he had to come up? What if there were women and he tried to misbehave? The excuse of him being drunk certainly didn't justify his actions that night. So now, we just put our hands behind our heads while some deluded scum with a gun and a misplaced sense of self-righteousness comes and plays tough? No! Never! These roadside scum are just people like you and me. Its time we wipe them out. Alone, we can be broken but together we can break them and break the system that puppets these fools. Everyone I trusted so far told me there is nothing we can do but I believe, together we can.