Running through my mind

This is not a proper post, I am simply jotting down the things that are running through the tracks of my brain.

I feel confused at every single stage of my life, confusion is a trait of my personality, I guess.

However I am determined to begin a new stage. A stage that has loads of potential to confuse me again and again.

But this time I feel determined to win over the Demon of Confusion that resides deep inside me.

Best of luck  “Me” 🙂

 

Silly Post – silly me – however you are free to like it or follow my blog to know more about the stage I am talking about.

A Suicider’s Plight

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The night was fresh,

with sparks of gray.

Life seemed impossible,

yet it seemed worth it;

worthy enough, to give it a try.

There was a turmoil,

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World – just a game

The world is a game

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Something tickles down the nerves,

with a few shock like waves,

it drives the soul away.

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Brain Popsicle

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No matter how brilliant your brain works, once in a while you do find it turn into a Popsicle. Frozen with splashes of colors running down your veins and you don’t remember even the silly things like names, dates and faces. The cold, sweeps through each of your neurons and makes you a living-dead for a few seconds, minutes or hours. All this time, your basic cognitive powers are lost.

Feeling lost in the world you know all about, is a common phenomenon with many and the same goes for me.

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The night, when life was sucked out…

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One night, I had a mental block or in my context you can simply put it as a writer’s block, that means that point of time you know when you actually don’t know that you really know something.  That was the night when I decided I should pen down my thoughts, so that I read it the next day when my brain gets back its life in order to sit back and analyze the points I make when my brain is not functioning properly. Continue reading

Perception

You wither with time,

faces flip.

When you look inside,

the soul slips.

Changes are momentary,

the basics are fixed.

The corroded brain of yours,

insides, all sipped.

A glass of wine,

or a pint of rum,

gushes down smooth.

and you see a world,

not so true.

The world perceived,

is where I belong.

The world perceived

belongs in you.