Adam's Autobiography

Satan lured her
Apple lured her
Snake lured her

HE came back and saw us hiding,
HE found the Apocalypse absurd,
HE left us with a bane.

Now,

I stand here
I watch my posterity
I regret.

another pointless thread !

Fragments of truths and figments of imaginations contradict with the absolute truth…and there is no absolute truth. You need to have an absurd belief to believe in, to get rid off the penultimate absurdity; penultimate because there won’t be any ultimate absurdity.

This is excruciating…there is a part of you who is struggling with the other half of you. You get excited …you get exasperated. You can’t decide. You don’t know, what consequences would this act, you are planning to venture, will lead you to. May be an utter shame. May be a self-despising emotion would cloud you to make things worse, or it would resolve everything and life would be simpler again.

This tug of war between you and the other you might not bring what you expect…what do you expect by the way?

Its like a huge swing …you are swinging at a full ardor and now there is a dilemma …you cant decide which side you want to get down…speed is getting monstrous in to multiples of least time denominations…and the height of the swing is increasing perpetually …it’s like a nuclear fission…a chain reaction.

A fragile weave of ego and alter ego fibers which appears so delicate that one can’t even dream about the volatile aftermaths it is heading toward.


What do you call it?

My dust-bin

No memories left untarnished, everything has been used, disused and overused, creating, discovering a plethora of uneasiness, mangled feelings and a whiff of pain.
I had a canvas board that I started an ambitious painting on, a guitar that cried a river, my notebook sank soaked in the blood that meandered from my orphaned thoughts. Then a feather floated down the stream. the bank was orange-red with the ambers that my eyes had shed. I tore it using all the might that my hands could gather. Period.

Orange Sky

Munch munch munch again...the skies agape...burning amber...an upturned umbrella, parched earth, the musk...did we say orange? My ebony lover sang a song for me in Xanadu...

Life reeks

The Cricket sat in one corner filling up endless pages with filth, it scribbled, jerked its ink-pen creating black blotches all over the creaking floor. It paused, drank some more filth from its green mug, sloched and filled in some more pages. Mr. Worm looked up from his worm-eaten hole and saw the cricket scribbling incessantly on a worm-eaten book. "Hey do you want some orange?" Mr. Worm asked pretending to be generous and scooped some of the rotten orange pulp with his hairy hand and painfully climbed out of his rotten-orange hole.