Tuesday, November 27, 2007

You Re-arrange Me, Till I'm Sane?

"You re-arrange me, till I'm sane"
- Brain Damage, Pink Floyd


That's what everyone is trying to do. Re-arrange me till I'm sane. Like I can't arrange myself properly. Like they know what's best for me. Like all of them can arrange me as they want, but how can that happen if everyone has their own version of sanity?

Rather, leave me alone. I'll arrange myself.

That'll be better for the both of us.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Nightmares

This is an old one, found it at the back of my stats copy which I'm going to throw out soon, so this needs to be preserved!
And by the way, no idea when I wrote it...must be in some stats class drooling away!


Nightmares

I've been dreaming since I was a kid
No, they weren't dreams, they were
NIGHTMARES...

Someone's chasing me
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
Someone's watching me...

Go, Go, Go,
Leave me alone I say
Go, Go, Go...

Leave this place,
Find someplace else,
Find someone else
To inject and infect...

I've had you for too long...
The fear...
The Nightmares...


-Sourya

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Maybe We are All Mad

Maybe We are All Mad.

I never thought about it like the way I'm doing it now, after reading Paulo Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die. To quote the book directly, there's a line which says "Madness is the inability to express your thoughts" and summed up as "We are all mad."

To come to think of it. True.

I don't know about you, but there's been plenty of times I have felt helpless after unsuccessfully trying to promote or discuss my opinions. I have been scorned and ridiculed. And to others, then I'm mad. But I've never completely agreed with their ideas too. Then are they mad in my opinion?

Maybe we are all Mad.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Images. Sounds. Disturbance. Thoughts.

Show me a way out,
Out of this tension.

Out of the apprehension,
Bloodshed and tears.

I'm tired of the colour Red,
But there are no other colours.

Anarchy reigns.
Violent images flash.

Gun's sound their bang.
Fear controls Men.

I hate the reality.
Reality is bad.

Give me some drugs.
Intoxicate me.
Take me on a high.
Then I'll be where I want to.
I'll see what I want to.
And what do I want?
I want to see peace.
No more lies.

-Sourya Sen, 13th November 2007

Sunday, November 11, 2007

yes, Yes, YES

I know.

Most of you people are wondering why I referred to God as She.

Well, I am not in a mood to explain why. Those who are seriously interested to know, I suggest you read a book by Paulo Coelho titled "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept".

You will get your answers.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

A few thoughts about God.

God, are you there?

And if you are, shall I refer to you as he, she or it?

Even a week ago, i scorned at the idea of god. Weaklings imagination I used to call him. Those who are weak rely on him to do everything for them.

Then two days ago, I prayed.

Was I maintaining double standards? Or was a proving myself weak?

I thought and got the answer.

Neither. God is not a person who is sitting over the earth and looking down upon us. God is residing right inside us. God is just helping us to get ourselves right. For every individual, there is an individual God. And God guided me well. Or in other words, helped me to find my own way, which I always knew was right, but was having hesitations to follow. I helped myself, and called the helping hand God. She was good to me when I needed guidance.

Yes, SHE.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Existence

Wrapped up in your own petty issues, have you ever tried to look at the wider picture? You think you're pretty important, heh? But come on, who are you? Mr. Some One, you are just one of the insignificant millions on earth...

Still think you're bloody important, heh? Now think of this, the earth is a piece of rock, which is hurtling through space at a huge speed, around a huge ball of fire, with no assurance if it will continue to do so in the next instance...

Still think you're important?
Then you are pretty thick to get into!


Imagine,
What if all ends today
We don't survive the stay
Here on Earth

All of us,
Gone in a glimpse
Faster than the eye blinks
Just gone

Will it matter what I did?
Will it matter what anyone did?
I guess not dear friend,
Nothing will if we just fade.

So does it matter what we do
Try to achieve in one go?
Questions are easy, answers not,
But have the time, give them a thought.

Originally written 3rd July 2007

I need a place to blab...I don't not care who reads it, or if anyone ever reads it...I do not want a diary or something like that, I'm more comfy with the keyboard these days than with a pen...and the old saying should be changed thus The keyboard is mightier than the pen, which in turn is mightier than the sword. To come to think of it...the keyboard is mightier than the pen...you can even use it as a weapon if u want!!! WHAM!!! There goes someone's head...lol....

Oh come on...I seem to remember that I had something to write about it particular, but I can't seem to remember what that something was all about...My memory is seriously dwindling...Wonder why we can't buy extra RAMs or something and attach them to the brain...Nice idea..should suggest to some specialist - who - deals - in - this - kind - of - thing - and - I - can't - remember - what - they - are - called...

I'm raving...talking too much bullshit...

Back Later!

-T
he lunatic aka sourya who also goes by the alias ayruos (which is just his name spelt backwards)
Or maybe, it's the lunatic speaking who lives in his head!