A friend's eye is a mirror,
A mirror in which I see.
I see the images it shines,
it shines refections of me.
I see through the times,
times of glee and sorrow.
I see vivid mirages,
mirages of what might be tomorrow
Mirrors they are shattered,
shattered i see my face.
Wounds they leave their scars,
scars i can not erase.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Stepping stone....
As I type, I am already regretting the way I am beginning this article. But I suppose it is because I have not written anything for quite a while now. This is probably what they call a “writer’s block”, when lack of inspiration spawns an inability to express. In a conscious effort, I have decided to draw inspiration from this very handicap and use it as crutch to jump over the block. I may end up writing either a parody on my parasitic dependence on some form inspiration in order to be able to write; or a tribute to the many empty “Google” windows I have opened, to frame the emptiness of my mind. Nevertheless the blue color of the windows accent the “blues” I am going through.
As I try to wade out of the murky blues, I go green with envy at people who are able to draw inspiration from small things in life and furthermore the ones who take to writing instinctively, without the need for any inspiration. Green envy blends into red rage as irritation mounts the way it does, when your ballpoint pen refuses to yield when you are signing your cheque at the bank counter. All these vivid colors fade away as I stare at the strident truth in hand, my inability to write and the truth alone remains, leaving behind a white sheet in front of me, a white empty sheet, very literally inviting me to write.
As I hastily try to wind up my article I realize that writing a bad article is like screwing up your cooking, the more you try to fix it the worse it turns out to be. It would only be easier to face the fact and eat humble pie. I may have failed to scale the block but nevertheless I have now a stepping stone which may at least help me do better the next time.
As I try to wade out of the murky blues, I go green with envy at people who are able to draw inspiration from small things in life and furthermore the ones who take to writing instinctively, without the need for any inspiration. Green envy blends into red rage as irritation mounts the way it does, when your ballpoint pen refuses to yield when you are signing your cheque at the bank counter. All these vivid colors fade away as I stare at the strident truth in hand, my inability to write and the truth alone remains, leaving behind a white sheet in front of me, a white empty sheet, very literally inviting me to write.
As I hastily try to wind up my article I realize that writing a bad article is like screwing up your cooking, the more you try to fix it the worse it turns out to be. It would only be easier to face the fact and eat humble pie. I may have failed to scale the block but nevertheless I have now a stepping stone which may at least help me do better the next time.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Ambigram - No "X" in Nixon
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Google Search
I believe Google is the best search engine and I wondered if it would help me find Happiness. Not that it was a big gamble, but I keyed in "Happiness" and hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button. An IMdB page for the movie Happiness(1998) opened. I wasnt very curious and I gave a cursory glance at the contents of the page. One thing caught my eye, it was one of the dialogues from the movie and it went
"Bill: Yes, only "come" can be used as a verb as well."
I was searching for happiness, and I found a smile. But is that what I really was looking for???
"Bill: Yes, only "come" can be used as a verb as well."
I was searching for happiness, and I found a smile. But is that what I really was looking for???
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Ash to ash
Time stood still, but the clocks did turn.
Didn't age like wine, Didn't become wise.
Like cigarettes, the days did burn.
Nor from the ashes did phoenices rise.
Didn't age like wine, Didn't become wise.
Like cigarettes, the days did burn.
Nor from the ashes did phoenices rise.
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