This is the room that I grew up in. This is the room I locked myself up in all throughout my childhood after school. This is the room that I read and read and read about the world, it’s ways, it’s philosophies, it’s people, it’s societies, it’s culture and all of its superficiality during my childhood. This is the room I locked myself in and played metal at it’s loudest. I air-guitared, jumped around up and down my cot at the time all through my evenings after school. I screamed & shouted my heart out whithin this locked room. I practiced my very own art of growling. I practiced my guitar till 3/4 in the morning (because I had to give my best to the band’s that I was playing with throughout those years) after a long days work and commitment to a creative Bachelor’s undergrad course (after which I’d resume my morbid cycle at 5/6 in the morning and get to my college on time). Trust me, three to four hours of sleep on a regular basis will let you accomplish far more towards your personal dreams than on mainstream society’s sleep-clock. Looking back, there was very little sleep/rest within these then-dreary four walls. All that ever was…was a dream. A dream to transcend beyond what I was choiclessly forced to experience and my will and grit to transcend above all of it. This is the room that made me. I believe I am truly happy after the longest string of years. I am finally going back to my home. Finally back to my very own home. Not just some “house”, but my “home”. There is a massive difference between them. I’m finally going back to the place where I was taught – “Intellect above all else is pure true gold”.
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Sophisticated Barbarism
As we willingly keep descending into anarchy
Sophisticated barbarism has become our reality
Take a good look at this world around you my dear child
Hell now is here on Earth, a place not meant for anyone mild
Corruptors and the corrupted, both us
Oppressors and the oppressed, both us
Observe the frailty in our social construct
Cultures keep clashing only to self-destruct
Governance and economy a thickly veiled hogwash
Gutters for the poor and mansions for the posh
An existence resulting in a horde of dullards high on media’s incense
Satiating our swelt tongues with cocktails made of sex and violence
Look at the world you’ve been born into my dear little one
You’re now expected to take part in their degraded fun
The ego and arrogance of our kind and species now knows no bounds
Hypocrites showering love through neutering and spaying our beloved hounds
Look at how they all deem it necessary
To interfere with nature via debauchery
We are nothing more than viruses with shoes forced to play a part
Having missed the entire of point to live with a kind and gentle heart
I apologise dear innocent child, but here are your pair of shoes
To wear and be productive as one of them, drained of all hues
As we willingly keep descending into anarchy
Sophisticated barbarism has become our reality
Apex intellectual species?
I think not.
The Rising
I had travelled afar,
Slept under many a star
Through mountains, dungeons and caves,
Freeing dozens of tortured slaves
A true harbinger of peace,
Over all I shall have ruled with ease
In many a battle I had slaughtered and maimed,
For my just brutality over hills I am famed
All who would anger and oppose me,
By the tip of my blade would be set free
Such was my repertoire beyond countless days and starry nights,
Famed as a god I was, fabled and mythical were all my fights
But, today in this world of netherworldly rainbowed colours,
My soul paces with unease, twitching with feral fervours
For what I found in this world upon my arriving,
Intense and surreal was the rising
Vacuum Living
Pointless
Futile
Vain
Insane
Fragile
Frail
Sorrow
Prevails
Empty, vacant
Soulless shell
Very much alive
In this deep wicked hell
Will I Ever?
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
In mind, in body, in spirit
I wish to nullify this life’s defecit
Living with a silent scorn
All efforts vain and torn
Endless ridiculing
Suffocation stifling
Oh my illuminary friend
Please help me see this end
Will I ever truly go
To the far East to grow?
Stagnating within a stagnant pause
For Some
For some it comes with perpetual pain
With no sight of hopeful peace or gain
For some it comes with wisdom attained from age
Infinite free smiles before an unmaksed hidden rage
For some it comes with unconditional love
In mute exchanges of the emotional glove
For some it comes with blinding rest and sleep
Of private dreams pandering to the social heap
For some it comes with a six-string bending
Immolated souls in musical notes ascending
For some it comes within illusions of themselves
Narcissistic cries for attention in humanity’s fake encalves
For some it comes naturally
All facets of life faced gladly
For me it comes from my personal secretive yores & folklores
These eyes I’ve been gifted with will always see behind yours
I refuse your excuse
The Boy On The Balcony
There always stands a boy on the balcony
The neighborhood frowns upon his nose runny
Averting their superficial fickle gaze away from him
There is no bestowed benevolence upon his sordid hymn
A mind and body they thought to be aligned in spirit and smoke
A perception they drew amongst themselves upon this misfit bloke
Is it a paranoia or is it disdainful belief
That forces this abandoned child to pursue relief?
Awaiting the arrival of his loving spared father
With the absence of his ever ignorant mother
A family that’s divided surely will not stand
All attachments erased, all previous emotions the boy canned
There is but a brother this boy cares for
Even though the child is lost in his own painful hour
In bright colors and hues the boy finds a constant
Fading in and out of his life so very reluctant
Friends amassed through masked smiles and laughs
Breathless the choking boy on the balcony coughs
But still hopeful and optimistic is the boy about his life ahead
To be able to live his days with no strife and no dread
For the rest of his life cared for by an imaginary friend
Abandoned and alone he knows his life will one day end
Multiple drunken stupors
Fuck your shit bloopers
The Single Drink
As I sit alone at dusk and have my first
A black liquid to quench my life’s thirst
I recall an existence filled with nothing but misanthropic void
An incomprehensible scribe to my future husband or bride
Are you now going to get lynched for swinging both ways?
I seem to care eitherway, since existence is a hypocritical haze
Your sexuality has never mattered to my wayward mind for it’s a bore
A formidable intellectual companion is all I have craved for forever more
In a pure relentless pursuit towards a peaceful vision of all my lives
A constant step forward away from all your dripping distrust-laden knives
Dive deep into the first black-red drink of many
A calculative future strategy with dread, uncanny
Behind the first now parched awaits a secondance
Ready to soothe this shoulder of absolute dependence
A welcome calm over the languid flames of my distant detached heart and soul
An Armenian pianist now sings blissfully into the ears of this abandoned black foal
When forever is to be continuous somehow
Eternity is a long time away from until now
As I sit alone late night and down this cure worthy single drink
I teeter and cross the edge of an elusive Niravana’s brink
Tried and pre-tested acceptable methods of being a part
Now prove false under the guidance of your rotten cart
Are you really listening to me my dear loving God
Probably not, you pure imaginary friend of a fraud
I now seek to liberate myself from all your predictable grids
To down this drink and try my best to foresee my life’s skids
As I share bits and pieces from my life’s cup
I keep expecting one of you shits to stand up
Only to be left without any answer
Happiness seems to be life’s cancer
The pursuit of which constantly results in an ever-rain upon your farm
I already know you wish to be set free from all of experience’s harm
Always level with the precious offsprings that you have hurled
Else as misfits they shall wreck havoc upon this superficial world
Await for my shit allegorically misjudged perfect painting – Freely
I now have to leave because I hear the Moonwolf – Seemingly
What A Life
What a life it’s been
Inner conflict unseen
Someone who’s family once put my head between her legs for a fix
A sexual awakening, adulthood premature, innocence lost at age six
Soul trembling now all gone
Acceptance gained forlorn
Ignorant envy at times from beings encountered
A stonelike perseverance, I have never since faltered
Overrated sexless orgies most you beings partake, proudly civilized
I am but a being who’s a complete Dionysian, through rhymes refined
Until the day comes when I fully realize my now within reach dreams
I am destined to drift endlessly through weird unknown streams
Egomaniacal tits, balls, cunts and cocks of our piss-poor disdainful world
No longer triggered by this, into debauchery you’re all apathetically hurled
“Confront your fears and tears and live your true dreams” – Some late night distant voice whispered to me
A heart and soul firmly placed between dream and reality
Don’t you dare kiss my ass with your superficiality
What a life it’s been and what a life it’s maybe going to be
I’m fully aware of the shit you talk about the life lived by me
The fabric of life keeps tearing at it’s seams
I hold it all together with my childlike dreams
My causality, my quality, my divinity, my presence – all of them one of a kind
A recently attained inner peace within my ruptured mind will you now find
I now welcome you to my nonchalant scene
A misfit in your society, what a life it’s been
I now proclaim –
“Burn your socially acceptable masks”
Perpetually bored – Intellectually
Razel seeks me continuously
Fuck me – Gently, Metaphorically
Entertain me – With innocence, Blissfully
Negation Of Memories
Whether they be good or bad
Unwillingly driven cold and sad
These thoughts and memories
A misread book of insanities
Same old story, none will ever know
A heart with no summer, only snow
How does it feel to live with a fluctuating mind that’s worse than a chameleon jumping on the vibgyor colors of a rainbow?
Humour
Human beings smile or laugh to escape
From this forecfuly projected landscape
Humour is more often derived from someone else’s pain
A fleeting feeling craved for a selfish emotional gain
Caught in a twisted maze of delusions in a noise so deafening
So easy it is to deny the pain of someone else’s suffering
Humour me, go ahead and try your luck
And see for yourself if I truly give a fuck
Prozac Grin
When
When the still waters
Conspire against the tides
When the snow hustlers
Pause to see epic landslides
When an infinite universe
Rumbles it’s song two-pronged
When the polar converse
Undertakes a silence prolonged
True venture is chaotic
Infinite adventures erotic
A deathly communion orgasmic
Degeneration of the cytoplasmic
A frantic climb done over a dune
Witness a serene vision of Lune
Caught in a search for the elusive Light
The end of the tunnel approaches – Bright
An incredible find
Forever a subdued mind
A voice hoarse from shouting
A rebel seeing and screaming
Slaughter
In a war torn life
We’re all alone
Pain and sorrow
Is all we’ve ever known
So we grabbed a knife
To get it done
They promised us
That it’d be fun
Brother,sister
Mother,father
All of fucking life’s creator
They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Why is it that we go to war?
Is a peaceful reality really so far?
We were asked to go with non-partial fists
To be devoid and feel nothing like nihilist
To break all our bonds and forget our pain
To wash ourselves in an endless bloodied rain
Brother,sister
Mother,father
All of fucking life’s creator
They asked of us to slaughter
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
Why is it that we still go to war?
Is a peaceful reality really so far?
Inner Assassins
This is an article/short story written from the point of view of a sufferer of mental disorders in an attempt to create awareness about depression, insomnia,split personality, paranoia, schizophrenia,bipolar disorder and various other classifications.
“Hello. I’m writing this because I’m unable to organise my thoughts on the go and only because you really want to know what happens inside my head, instead of trying to predict my state of mind. I understand why you want to know, I mean no one is capable of predicting anybody’s state of mind. If it is of any comfort to you, for me to tell you what happens in my head, then I will. How you take it is not in my hands. I’m not too sure how I can explain it, but I will do my best.
On a regular day
I wake up. It’s morning. The first thoughts that usually come to my head are – “I haven’t died yet?/ Why am I still alive?/ Should I leave everything and go?/ Why am I like this?/ I hate myself/ I need to kill myself/ What good am I?/ What good is my existence to anyone?” (I’m going to name this T1).
And then I get out of my bed exhausted. Even after a good night’s sleep. I need a smoke. Somewhere in the back of my head- “I need death” gets repeated until I put on some music to distract myself. I then get out and remember everything. Everything. All of it. All. Of. It. I’m filled with pain, guilt and remorse. I lose track of music and “T1” repeats again until I finish my smoke. Then I think about my day. I tell myself that I need to be with you through the day and mentally prepare myself for it, thinking to myself that I need to stay focused. Reminding myself that I need to be in control of my thoughts and emotions. T2 – “I love you a lot/You make me happy/You need me/ We are happy/ I really hope we make this work/I need to take care of you”. There’s a huge conflict of thoughts and emotions by this time. Everything inside shuts down and I feel nothing. One hour of my waking day.
I get back. Breakfast is ready. Food. I’m unable to stand the sight of it. Everybody’s rushing to get ready and leave. T3-“Always invisible to them/No one cares/I’m tired/I need sleep”. I’m asked something, I don’t know what it is because I’m unable to pay attention. Answer is an autopilot nod. “T1”. I get out again. Back to smoke. Except with a vehicle this time. A quicker pace towards Death. “T3” and “T1” on loop. I get back. I’m late. Get ready. Autopilot. Eat a bit. Leave.
At work
Nothing. No emotions. No thoughts. Autopilot. Converse. Smile. Fit in. Listen to you whenever we talk. Respond. Smile. Act the fool to see you smile as well. “T1” and “T2” on loop. Inner conflict after awhile. Everything shuts down again. Tired.
End of the day
Talk to you. Listen. Respond. Smile, try making you smile with me. “T1” and “T2”.
Get back to my sacred place. “T1”. “T3”. Loop.
Home-“T1” and “T3”. Look at my guitar, all of my books and my bed.T4-“Why am I not feeling anything?/I’m exhausted/I need help”.
Out to drink
Finally. A release. Happy amongst whoever is there to drink with me. First half hour-“T3” sets in. Next twenty minutes – “T4”. Keep smiling, paying attention,reacting and responding. Next half hour. Another emotional conflict. Everything inside shuts down. I excuse myself. Look at myself in the mirror. “Get back to normal. Fit in. Fit in”. I repeat this to myself in the mirror until I do calm down. I wash my face and look at myself again. “T3” and “T1”. Get out. Autopilot. If I’m with you then it’s “T2” and “T3”. Sometimes “T4” or “T1”. Alone in a crowded room filled with friends and familiar faces.
In an argument
Prove I’m right. Initially “T2”, “T4” and then “T3”. Prove I’m not wrong. All thoughts get mixed up. Muddled up. Messed up. I don’t know what to say. Anger. Disdain. Sorrow. Pain. T2. Respond. T2. Respond. “T4”. No. Focus on “T2”. “T2” and “T1”. No. Focus on “T2”. “T4” and “T3”. Focus. “T2”. Detach. Autopilot. T2,T4,T3,T1 and T0. All of it. Feel it. Lapse again into the ways of misery. Detach.
Back at home
“T1”. Dinner. Sleep.
“T0”- “Make a change, kill yourself/Find a way to detach from everybody/ Death”. T0 on loop till I fall asleep.
“Where are my pills? Where is the white one? Where is the pink one? Whatever happened to the green one? Where are all of you hiding?”
Fleeting shadows. Subliminal whispers. Visual and auditory hallucinations. Fear.
“What’s that sound? Is anybody there?! Come out! Fuck. Where are the tiny angels who keep me sane?”
“I need a refill.”
This is how it is in my head every waking moment. Even when I’m smiling at you or laughing with you I’m still thinking about Death. Suicide. Hate. Misery. Sorrow. Pain. I haven’t been able to describe it exactly as it happens in my head. You wanted to know how it was inside my head and I have tried my best to put them into words. The repetitions for “T1″,”T3” and “T4″ are far higher than what I’ve mentioned. I have never tried explaining how it is inside my head and this is the first time I have. But I will from now on atleast, never tell you I’m messed up. Apparently suffering from various mental health disorders is not an excuse. I will remember that until the day I die. It is sad. The free-er I feel around you, the more I open up to you. The more I trust you. Only to end up feeling like I’ll drag you into this mess. And then, you’ll resent me. Guess I really can’t be without my mask with anyone. I will be as I was with you before you got to know me. That way atleast, you’ll be happy.”
“It’s never too late to listen,
To hidden tears that glisten”