Iron lung Diaries

Did the viscous hours of pride tell that being absurd is the perfect etiquette, Is it that you are born to follow with that cozy blind fold on your eyes. Things so lucid before you and still blame the stones on the sky Be honest and you are the madcap High held is when you are the gullible ant that traverses along the sacred line drawn by the fingers of the archaic souls. The crest of bliss you are in is upon a myth of ignorance Blink and you don't yet see the sea of oddities taking you in and after all you believe that through the smeared slit you see the truth. Sight of blood makes you stagger when drenched in their blood is that you stand who were denied the time to see the obvious yet you breathe the air of false conviction and breed more to conform but whom you brood and resent are the ones sane.

Had it been for you, my designs wouldn't have feigned to fail The ecstasy that spills the spirit, as the spring of my time begin to descend there with the tide that slowly retrieves as the soul tires itself in an undue way. Thin as a wafer it may seem, the meekness of my will, swaying in your thoughtless time entwined in your precarious vow No gentle is the storm to come backed with my imbecile rage. Balky is my mind to gauge your absence, lost for a pretext that doesn't measure my courage. Like a mirror it always lies at my face, the incorrigible self that hides in safety from the relentless ridge it chooses to walk rather than a self condemned cage.

Trailers and promos of today's movies kicks in like a festival. They invariably sets for the movie an attractive perimeter. But as the seats fill in and the movie starts it more or less like the same that has already passed. Has our film industries so incompetitively lost to stardom or is the cinematic value fading away form the movies. The indian film industry which is globally famous as the grooming ground of one of the world renowned directors like Satyajt Ray is failing itself beyond a point. Even though Speilberg denied the striking similarities of his series E.T with the unproduced project "The Alien" of Mr Ray which went like viral in Hollywood but eventually extingushed due to unknown reasons, it is a matter of pride for us to have a person among us to have this vision, his foresightedness at that time. It has turned blind for the reason that it doesn't want to be bothered about the substance but only for the money it pours in.Today the producers have the a...

In the abyss is where we meet, do the half cooked deeds sting? to lay flat upon the slab after a meager way of satisfaction Empathy bluffed your spirit leaving you to the world's credit. Did your limbs go numb when the blood got purple. Or that the moment's reflection choked you out of air. Be it your crooked conscience or your precarious essence. Ever noticed your eyes that turned grey out of the tiresome venomous scenes Is it the fear or your wanting the salvation that has taken you over ? To the roads that meet at a lonesome junction Shadows in pursuit that consume you has died of exhaustion Let alone the ideas that are sublime take the most of your soul For we meet here again to draw the castle in the air.

Crooked as a pattern this life is too moribund to be happy about. Eyes open first to a cup of delicacy for you the ones born to the purple. wanting the mirror to lie more to open the doors of of our choice. To a place you choose to waste your time to stay conscious to forget your self. Legs that know of no way but to walk even when they tremble out of weakness belly that craves for the food and get churned up of the bread we never had. A job to convince your failing life, is a meager way to prove yourself. Face the spit or our work is gone of the despotic boss who never chooses to stop. Thinking hard for the ways to lash out your cash to have it happening around you For the ends to meet are we slaves to the money then we die after a life of misery. That expensive bed to have a peek into your normality you destroy . Throwing away the tissue with the coughed up blood yet we swallow down the disease that's eating us. You think too much on it while we d...