Beyond the facade.

This is that flow of fury
That rage rushing through the veins
Have you ever felt it?

When all becomes hazy except for the target and the source
And you become the center of all the unfairness in this world
When you cannot hear beyond a scream
That begins deep within and bursts forth from your own lungs
The indignation of righteous adrenalin
powering through
Rock music with all its histrionics
Dynamites of the conscious
And yet only half aware
Intent on destroying all in its path
Destroying itself to begin with

This is how people must have killed

Albiet an idiotic and yet a very pure emotion
Untainted by any tact or diplomacy

The bare face of heart-felt hatred

The self assumed right of Youth

The agony and the ecstacy.

Where you gonna go?

Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

So your heading down the road in your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight?

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

Courtesy: Shruti
Refer : This is the life by Amy Macdonald

Too many things I am addicted to, just too many things I can't live without.
Can't afford to be this dependent. I love my work, why is it then not enough?
Why doesn't life begin & end there, with my papers, my equations and my codes?
The Physics I loved so much.
Why am I so spoilt? So used to all the trimmings and the flutings...
Trying so hard to not let anything slip by, greedily garner all close to my grasp!

Addicted. That's the word!

I really need to let go.....

Strewn.....

Darkness in the light, Rightness in the wrong, Saneness in the mad,

Sadness in the joy, Genius in the gene, Sunset in the East,

Ruby in the Dust, Trust in the Mistrust, Mystery's final page,

Stranger's lonely glance, Hero's only chance

Undiscovered Land, Old school in the tie, Spirit in the sky.

Addiction to academics, forgiveness for friends, forgiveness by friends

Betrayal in loyalties, Excitement in a drab existence,

Adventure in the fear

The well meaning satire, The dissolving music,

Inspirations from faltering Tennis idols.

The sacred in the profane. The worship in the contempt.


I'm the truth you'll never know

I'm the place you'll never go

I'm the will you'll not destroy

I'm an innocent laughter's joy.

*refer: Gin Soaked Boy

My preached self..

Kelso : "Nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy"