So Spake Saim-III

Rule:-

Life is all about the struggles, it's about existing amidst the gloom, it's about knowing the flaps which we can open and the ones which we can't, it's about being nonchalant at despair, it's about accepting that life's just like that.

Exception:-

Happiness!!!

The magic shall always be

Today was the last time The Famous Five painted the town red probably for a long time...day after tomorrow we split officially with one member leaving for Delhi and another leaving for Chennai the next day. Time will surely bring us together again or it may choose not to but even time cannot deny that it's been one amazing journey...a journey which lasted for five glorious years and which was filled with fun, frolic and and a lot of joy, with a dash of trivial fights and heated arguments.

So Spake Saim-II

"Art is unknowingly more scientific than science itself"

So Spake Saim

The rising heat levels is directly proportional to the soaring lethargicity and no, I don't care one hoot whether lethargicity is a word or not.

Night of the Living Dead

I take in deep breaths to ease the nerves

Yet I die more with each gulp

I am not ready to die yet

Yet not worthy of living either

This night heralds a new dawn

I start afresh with zilch hope

To live along with death

To die with every breath

Don't venture here at this hour

The night will make you cower

Curiosity though may kill you

Abhor you to breach the threshold

Rest though assured, the signpost will read

Welcome to the " night of the living dead "

Clickety Click

A combination of being a bit busy and a lot lazy coupled with a sort of a writer's block has seen me neglecting this space the past week...add that with the fact that I have hardly read a couple of posts from my blogroll in the past week and you would get a complete picture of the sort of detachment I have been experiencing...but they say "Old habits die hard" and so here I am, back again.

Albeit this post is only a pictorial view of the 2 day trip which I took last weekend but then it's a post, ain't it and that I suppose is good enough for now:D

Sepulchre

Seene mein dafan hai kuch khwaab
Ehsaason ke aanchal tale jo pale the
Par khwahish khilne ki na rang laayi kabhi,
Un khwaabon ka aaj janaza hai saja
Lo isko badhkle utha lo yaaron,
Chaar kaandhon ki hasrat hi reh gayi hai
Ho sake to ye aakhri armaan poora kar do,
Ret mein shaamil hone se pehle
Ehsaas taabeer ki karwa do yaaron

She lives...I die

The despairing truth about being lonely is that it makes you recount the worst portions of your life. Away from the discordant noises of life on a whole, one gets sucked into recalling and reliving those moments...I am feeling very lonely now, so you can very well guess what I am reliving... 
 

She was an angel...an innocent and pure soul untouched by the darkness and malaise of life, the very epitome of goodness, the monument of love itself. I did not help fall in love with her but surprisingly (and wrongly) she could not help but fall in love with me. What she saw in me, I will never know.....What she gave me I can never express. She changed life...happiness no more felt an alien being, love was no longer some abstract shit. The days were resplendent with the existence of her feelings...the nights with the soothness of her being. An angel who nurtured my soul and laid waste her dreams to wish me bliss.....yes, she had dreams in her eyes, dreams which she cared for, dreams which she lived for...Dreams which I shattered.