It Rained In Here Today!

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Last rain all faded away..all faded past

All swept from the memories, all images gone

And waiting for nothing more than a new day to dawn

Maybe it will rain today,maybe it wont

But waiting for a rain to pour..pour the feelings out

Here it is sunny but cold

Here it is…blurry and bold

Here it is no season at all

Here are blood and knives and guns

But here is rain yet none

But waiting for a pour…

To pour it all away

And then who knows, the maiden may sway

Memories may rush in..or back

Or new memories made

But downpour will come today

It rained in here today!

Twister!

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Life and feelings are like a twister. One that does not always come clean. One that never just completely leaves or get done…but keeps coming back.

Like and feelings..huh!

These two go hand in hand..like the two wings of a butterfly..equally fragile.

They will never understand me..i know. But what can be done. You can close your eyes for a minute or two or peace or relief. Or momentary joy.

But joy is a hard fish to catch. Maybe not for all..but not always for none.

Everything comes and just like that it goes.

Only somethings stay..like the scent of perfume on your skin…but then even that gets washed off.

But yes a twister…it comes ferociously and goes like that too..but doesn’t completely goes…it leaves behind an ache…a grinding mess..a tear or many.

Life and feelings…you combine these two and you get a twister.

I know none will get me…none at all…but they don’t matter. No they don’t!

Hate Stroke!

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Ever come across this kind of stroke..one caused by hate…makes you heat up and then you cause global warming? I know these are just lame ramblings which make no sense to anyone…but what is to be done when one encounters such a stroke!!

In reality one comes across many people which can be the cause of this insufferable disease! And my teacher although always tells me to let go…more like she advices to do so and sound advice it is..but i beg to differ.

One simply does not let go..

If looking at something..more like someone…if that someone is an object, and that encounter or whatever it is makes your blood boil and lose control of yourself. And if you become hazy and dreamy..want to take a bloody bat and hit anything that looks like a human head…and it makes you flush..suffocate…then no you are not in love.It is actually a sign of hate stroke.

THINGS YOU MUST DO TO OVERCOME IT..I THINK

  • Stop looking…and start hitting.
  • Lay low- lay low..that way you get to destroy less.
  • Breath in to a paper bag and after doing so…start hitting.
  • Take out your knife…and start peeling and cutting and shredding….any raw vegetable that you can lay your hands on.
  • Start punching and do not stop ever….unless you feel relaxed…Oh punch the nearest pillow.
  • Drink.
  • Smoke.
  • Yell…Or if you are brave and do not fear going to the jail…if you remember that you are a human and civilian that is, make whoever caused the stroke yell.
  • DO this for about an hour standing in front of the mirror…*GRRRRRRRRRR*
  • And after you are done….*ARRRRRRRR*
  • *Meat* more people.
  • Then check if your body parts are still intact and none is missing.
  • In case any of them is missing…call an ambulance and go meet your doctor.

I do hope you recover soon. Really i do!

The Bleeding Arm of Crashing Euphoria.

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No words only actions and nothing but a bleeding arm

And no light but a dark light amidst the bright fire

And nothing more than the sound

The sound of Crashing Euphoria….like falling pieces of shredded mirror

There stands the woman…covered in blood from head to toe. And there she stands with tears which burnt her face. And she dances..at the sound of the Crashing Euphoria. How she dances.

She stretches her bleeding arm but no one to take it.

The bleeding arm of euphoria crashing

The disfigured face covered with blood

And she stretches her arm…again and again. None take it. None see it. It is only an arm..attached to a body…

But it bleeds dry.

There stands the woman and she stretches her bleeding arm..while she¬† dances to the sound of euphoria crashing…And there stands a lion sniffing the blood drenched air…it sees the arm.