Friday, October 14, 2011

Random

Sometimes I look at this blog and wonder - how much of this is really me?

Because, when I write for a blog, I write FOR A BLOG.. My words are automatically censored and my writing is careful - not too propah, yet not intended to provide a field day for that snoopy-relative-who-just-discovered-the-wonders-of-the-internet-and-decided-to-troll-my-blog.

And these days, I find myself increasingly drawn to poetry. My previous three blog posts have been poems, something which I don't know quite what to make of. I mean, there are some good poetry out there, but there are a lot more awful poems and awful poets who can't seem to think in straight lines. I do hope for the sake of my prosaic comfortable self that this is just a current fad of mine.

Also, I feel I'm becoming just too passive these days. Like I can't get angry (atleast not that angry), even when the circumstances demand that I respond. But then again, I'm a Taurean (a double Taurean as someone recently told me!), so when I do get angry...!

And..and...and...I got a Tarot reading yesterday! It was a wonderful experience and I was overwhelmed by it all. I never was a completely logical person anyway (the Tarot reading pointed that out too) and I fell in love with the whole process.

I am also in love with this! And this. And this.

One of these days, I think, I shall whip out my Megadeth tshirt and headbang to Judas Priest.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Demonic Resurrection

The demons of the world
the netherworld, the toxic skies
the demons lurking in my
cupboard
dusty, bitter
and belligerent
are nothing
compared to
the ones in my head.

They flay their
angry arms
and ask
too many questions
they fill my head
with caustic bubbles
of futility
much like an empty stomach
at three AM
in the morning

they wail
they scream
they destroy
and demolish
and finally
rumble silently
in vain.