Saree-istic.

Sarees are beyond normal.

Human Being

I may be the idol for the anguished teen

I may be the sinner for the mighty queen

I may be perfect for the flawed

For the others, I may be the fraud

I may be inhuman for the human

I may be God for the Demon

I may be the believer for the Realist

For the others I'm just one who slashes her wrist

I may be the one with pride

I may be the one who's dark from inside

I may be dangerous for the young

For the others I may be the hero unsung

I may be the projection of a beautiful dream

I may be the painful reason for their screams 

I may be the idol for the anguished teen

But for myself, I'm just a human being.

What makes you so beautiful?

Dear Death, 
I have a question.. What about you is so beautiful? 
Every person in the journey of pain wants to be with you. 
Wants to see you. Most of them don't know what you mean, what you are., what you do, yet wants to be with you. 
What about you is so beautiful? 
You mark the beginning of an end. You are the biggest irony in life, yet you're dead. 
You are so serene and so sober. Then why do people say you harm? 
You end the violence. You end the pain. 
Then why do people say you are not to be deserved by anyone? 
There are so many people, who suffer, who want to see you, who want to dedicate their lives to you. Then why don't you take them away with you and grant life to the ones who don't want to die? 
Is that a part of your irony or just some sort of game? 
Sometimes you kill a person from inside. Vanish them from inside. Make them hollow.. Yet you keep them alive? 
Aren't you death? Aren't you not supposed to be dead? Then why are you still alive in a person who's living but dead inside? Why not kill them from outside? Let them give away their bodies to people who know best what to do with them? And such people are the ones who worship you. Who tell the others how beautiful are you.. Did you leave them here to tell them this tale themselves? What makes you so beautiful that even after knowing the fact that they're still alive despite their urging you to come, they still are deeply and madly in love with you? They're hands are clasped in prayer of you and they're eyes are hypnotized by your ways. What makes you so beautiful that they still wait for you? 
Most people seek attention by taking your name. Why is that death? Why are you such a horror to some? Why do they blame you? Why do they call you a murderer when you're just doing what you're supposed to? Why are they so afraid of you? Why can't they accept the fact that you're there in everybody's life? That life is not complete without you there by their side? But the moment they see a lot of pain, why do they become addicted to you? Even though you don't give them you, why do they still believe in you? What makes them so stuck to you? What makes you so beautiful Death? 
What makes you so beautiful? 
Yours Truly, 
The Dead Inside Me.

The Demon

It sits there, right in the middle of her mind. Meditating in the silence, Meditating in peace, Unaware of what it has been giving out is Anger, Guilt and Frustration which bleeds, Bleeds like the blood of the Deer who's bitten in the Jugular by the lioness, who in turn has to feed, the hungry, helpless, wild children of hers. 

It has been there, since the day she took her first breath, but unconscious, pale, weak, But then it grew, it was nurtured, fed, bred by the fears, the mistakes, the intolerance of the people around her, who swore to protect and save her from it, but failed, failed miserably, to the one who was the fear of one and all, maybe not consciously but subconsciously, they were scared, frightened by this monster, within themselves, within all but they couldn't save their daughter from drowning within the evil, all they could do was to see even more when they wished to be blind, when they wished their eyes were taken out, the very same eyes which had been seeing this throughout. 

It was strong, strong to mix her soul with it's own but not strong enough to take complete control, control over the girl who had been born a fighter, who no one could control except for the one she was in love with, in love with a boy, who made her move according to his mood, like a puppet bound to the strings, she was in love, and did everything to please the boy, the boy was in love with her, the monster was in love with her but the boy was unaware of this evil inside her, so was she, both completely unaware of it, what it had in mind, in mind to steal away the girl, steal her away from him, from the one she loved, the only one she would ever love but the demon didn't care, it wanted her, all to itself, so it intoxicated her, made her words full of hatred, full of anger, made the boy scared, he ran, she tried to fight, tried to get him back but he went, not knowing it was not her but the demon inside of her and she drowned, drowned into the demon, fell in love with the sorrow, sorrow it had given her, she faded away into the evil. 

It has been around since then, controlling her, not letting her close to any boy, even the one she loved, it has been inside of her, it has been her, it has not taken its hands off her ever since, it loves her, it savors her, it devours her but she still is in love, in love with the boy, she was once with, once happy with, once who loved her a lot but it killed it, killed the love and kept her to itself, living in the hope that she will love it back, but she will not, it knows this, but it won't believe in it, it will continue to torture her, her and people around her and everything will be gone, gone far away, won't be found, but she will not be able to take it and will give away, give the life away, which once, she had loved, when it was her own, when it was not mixed with a demon's soul.

Random Thought 2

 It sits there, right in the middle of my mind. Meditating in the silence, Meditating in peace, Unaware of what it has been giving out is Anger, Guilt and Frustration which bleeds, Bleeds like the blood of the Deer who's bitten in the Jugular by the lioness, who in turn has to feed, the hungry, helpless, wild children of hers.

Working on it.

Random Thought 1.

Hmm. So hi. 

Well, why is it so that people change? Like they used to be awesome earlier and then they just change. I mean not when the grow up. When they're already grown ups and have that brain working properly, why do they still change? I hate the fact that everyone on this planet calls themselves 'Unique' but most of them are 'wannabes'. The keep on yapping about how they are, how they've been on top of the business and stuff like that when their real them is not even close to what they portray to be? Why can't people just stop being others and be what they were originally meant to be? Do what they like, look as they really want to etc. It's not some frickin' competition right? I mean if you're doing to be the best in some Miss Universe Pageant or something like that, it's cool but others? Why does everyone want to be like someone all the time? Why do most of them wish that they were like someone? I mean doesn't it hurt you to suppress your soul and be what everyone else is, whatever the new character/swag/attitude is? Being influenced is another thing. Being influenced is beautiful, but copying someone or being exactly like them is retarded and  adds no value to your own self. Many a times I have seen people who try to win more people, friends by being like a popular person. Why? I fail to understand, always. There are people like people yet unique. You will find friends of your type. And the best thing is when you tell someone that they're being like someone they get so angry and stop talking to you. Haha, and the funniest is when someone was worth shit, lonely, the ideal person we see in cartoons who Nobody wants to talk to becomes a friend to you. That person is a beautiful person, that's why you start talking to them and after sometime, when they change, you're like......... umm dude? and they chuck attitude on you and say that they don't know what to say, how have they changed etc. It's scary and funny at the same time. You improve someone's reputation and they're like 'I'm cooler than you' and you're like, you wish you were bro? This is one precise reason why I've stopped being close to people. Actually there are 2 and I wish I never ever have a 3rd reason. Nobody's perfect, the ones who do this definitely not and you might not be either. But yeah, if someone tries to rule you, be polite, talk to them about it, if they don't stop, Beat their fucking ass up. If they say you're at fault for breaking off your friendship, let them say it. There are always better people. Trust me on this. 

P.S- Call me a bitch. :*

Nothingness

Nothing's left except a name

Memories you know fade away

Nothing's there to be sad

When nothing comes be prepared

Nothing's worth the cost of your life

Risk does not mean you have to die

Nothing's going to last forever

Does not mean nothing does not stay together

Nothing's back of what is lost

A thing we all forget

Nothing's going to bring back the past

Nothing's lost within it's own art.

Mother

Oh Mother I see the marks on your skin,

Why can't I still believe that I am you kin?

Oh Mother I see tears in your eyes,

Why do I still believe they're lies?

Oh Mother I try to see the love in your heart,

But why can I only see the bridge of hatred which tears us apart?

Oh Mother I feel the care in your voice,

Why do I still believe it's just noise?

Oh Mother I see you want a life of your own,

But why do I feel that we're already unknown?

Oh mother I see you trying to keep me alive,

But why do I still think you're a devil in disguise?

Abnormal

It started as a normal day
The normal way
The normal talks
The normal walks
The normal hi
The normal bye
The normal way the gangsters stood
The normal noise
The normal voice
The normal space
The normal race
The very normal normal ever could be is
The very normal abnormal we could ever see

4th Of May

Today is the day you honored me
With the first mark on my skin
Today is the day you loved me
Yet started another story to begin
The story of killing me deep inside
The story of making me realize
Today is the day you stole from me
You stole yourself, what irony
Today is the day I remember
I tried to pretend and act
But as a matter of fact
I failed and failed and failed again
Today is the day we fell apart
With love in both our hearts
Today is the day I will remember always
For I've survived those terrible days
Today is the 4th of May.

Err. Yeah.. No questions please. 

God

If I believe in you in thick or thin,
Believe you in every condition,
Take your name when I'm in pain,
In the harsh sun or the pouring rain,
You are my faith, my guide, my light,
You are the one who gives me this might,
I am nothing but a mere servant to you.
And it's no lie, I know it's true,
You are trying to give me all the happiness I need,
But not the reason for which I bleed,
If God, I have faith in you,
Doesn't that mean you have faith in me too?

Alterego

It may look good, that smile on my face.
It may not be seen, the pain inside.
The cries inside will never be heard.
I know I sound absurd.
But I have a question to ask.
Do you see me hidden behind this mask?

Help

The noise around me is making me insane.
This voice inside me cries out of pain.
This body of mine is dying slowly.
This soul of mine looks down at me lowly.

I need help, I'm mentally stable.
This life of mine is like some fable.
I'm too scared of the monster inside me.
I still wonder why the God's cannot see.

This beating heart needs to be stopped.
This story of mine has to be cropped.
I cannot take it anymore.
Please show me the exit door.

I need your help, one last time.

^This is basically a song. B|

Le Wild window

Reality

The queen looks at the stars
The soldier at his scars
Bound to save the queen
Even if he's torn apart

The newborn comes into the world
The old man brings up his sword
One to meet angels of his
One to slay the dead outside that lives

The broken man sees the pressures of live
The hidden demon inside and his lies
The world is hell itself
The world is a better place

The tears coming from the flashing eyes
The laughter from the clown inside
Burn down the pain away
Stand there happy and gay

The hands of the tiny mice
The bite of the painful cries
Hold a humongous bowl
For the pain that crawls

The heart of the depressed man
The soul of the hollow child
One who cries of the love he needs
One who has hate in mind

The world of the outer world
The songs of the ones unheard
Dream beyond the world of ours
Scream beyond the deaf man's power

The ability to sieve the truth
The art to hide ones lies
Can lead to a broken heart
Or plain satisfaction inside

Kerela :D

Some Random pictures I clicked out there. :D

Death

If Death comes to those who think about it,
Why am I still alive?
If Death comes to those who think about it,
Why do I still survive?
If Death comes to those who sin,
Why am I still breathing?
If Death comes to cowards,
Why am I left alone?
If Death comes to those who are guilty,
Why do I still have a home?
If Death is desperately needed,
Why don't I just die?

The Creep

hello, remember me?
i used to be when you couldn't see.
the difference between truth and lies,
the difference between friends and spies.
hi, forgotten me?
i am called the creep.
due to these cuts so deep,
i am called the creep.
you, standing there.
do you feel scared, seeing me here?
after all these years, you still seem so dear.
after all these years, you still seem so near.
you standing there so far.
i am the one from which they shy away.
due to the sadistic things i say,
i am the one from which they shy away.
hi, forgotten me?
i am called the creep.
due to these cuts so deep,
i am called the creep. 

Kanyakumari, Sunrise. (:

Depth Within The Deep

The tiny hands given to us by God 
Are Now being used to Shed Innocent Blood 
In a way no one would ever realize. 
That we're Being the Puppet and the Puppeteer. 
Humanity is now a concern, a Concern we all are concerned about. 
But the Meaning of the Word concern has moved 360 degrees around. 
A human is one when he means something to us, a relation he shares with us. 
He's nothing if we mean nothing to them, they mean nothing to us. 
A show is going on, Show made by Satan. 
Everybody has tickets, Everybody is in. 
Everyone is thirsty for the Blood of a fellow human being. 
Even though we know we are wrong, We just try to cover our mistakes by singing a Song that we are still holding on. 
Life is Deep but we have made it shallow by calling it monotonous and boring. 
Little to we realize that we are Architects, Architects of our Own Destiny. 
But it seems to be a foolish concept cause Architects are ones who only stick to buildings and Walls. 
We have a mind and a brain, to learn to gain. 
But if killing and tearing apart ones dreams are now considered to be learning and are the rules of our life called game. 
It would be better if we had no heart, or a mind or a brain. 
Hate is a stronger Emotion than Love, Yet it seems to be easier to give up on Hate rather than Love. 
The Difference between love and lust is not sorted. Love for a Body is seen often, but love for the Personality? 
Well that's another Level cause to love a Personality, We have to know what it means. 
Sufferings now are being medicinally treating, given names, a new branch of medicine, called Psychology. 
They say it's the study of the soul, but isn't it funny to even try to heal a dead soul? 
And astonishing is the fact that what a person sees might be the truth, yet he is considered to be a psychopath. 
The World is full of Sorrows, Hope is a fading Word. 
Being Happy is killing other's joys and giving them pain so that we excel. 
This is the World, This is the real World. This is the World we don't really see. This is the Deep World and this is the Depth within the Deep.