Expectations

I hold on to a hand to get me through the dark

To walk with me; take me to the light

But the darkness makes me blind...

I forget to notice it doesn’t hold me back

I forget my guard, I enjoy the bliss

I assume its taking me through another day

Giving me the support I need

But you see, that day, I just stood still

I didn’t walk towards that light at all

I took me through nothing

But my guard was down, the illusion was still on

And then, I had to move again.

Take bigger steps since I hadn't moved for so long

But the hand wouldn't move

And as I pulled, pleaded and begged

It bruised my hand and just stood still

Perhaps it was the anger or the loss of hope

The darkness changed to light.. To clarity

No, it wasn’t a hand.

It was just a branch

It belonged to a tree

Not to me

Epiphany I

I can see what is inside of you

Since I can see what is inside life

You are life

I know you

I live in you

Can you see what is inside of me

If you cannot, you are blind

I am life

I am you

If I stop; you have stopped me

If I move; you have stopped

Do not sleep; do not waste life

Do not waste me

Do not waste yourself

I am not immortal

Nor are you

When you die, I will live

When I die, you will too

For I am nothing

You are nothing

But I am life; you are life

And you are me; as I am you

Sweet Potato

She liked him. she denied it. However they all found out. She did not know how to go about it. She laughed. She got paranoid.

He knew she existed. He knew more than just that. They had classes together. About two of them. Her eyes bulged out. His were pretty but she never noticed. However that never stopped him from noticing hers and expressing their beauty by making comparisons with vegetation.

Life went on. He found out. But time went on.

He blocked her. He ignored her. She got stressed. She got paranoid.

Life went on.

The recession started. Everyone was hungry. She owned a potato store.

Life went on.

He had no where to go. Food prices were very high. He was hungry. He found her. Or some would say she found him. She found him hungry and gave him a sweet potato.

Meh -_-

Its that time of the year again. Its hard. I am reminded of the uselessness of this life. I know I'm alone. You don't have to rub it in my face. I know my happiness is based on carefully articulated lies. I know that I have no clue about where I am or even who I am. I don’t remember when I got lost. But I know that it was ages ago. I can live with it . Or not.

Its not like I don't want to find it. I'm just too bored.

Where are we

...I'm still here. Waiting for something to happen. Bored out of my guts. And still nothing happens. I stop...my mind wonders. The only thing passing it are all the horrible experiences I've had up till now. I'm lost. I can feel your pain. You still can't feel mine. You don't make me feel happy. You never did.

I don't like breaking the guitars I've played or tearing my books after I've read them. I need them to be there with me. To keep me company. To give me a conviction of some sort. I have nothing to be proud of. No time in my hand....

Are we still here...or ... Have I gone far away, where no one can hear me or see me.

Where are we….

The journal of a hippie

We are young and we are free. We are financially responsible for nothing apart from ourselves. We lead life with one purpose- to find the purpose in life. We live everyday trying to answer all the 'why's... To attain a deeper understanding of all that is around us.
We are spontaneous. We make rash decisions. We don't have many consequences to worry about. We observe...we experience. We discover new places and people and emotions, analysing and judging everything that comes our way.

We may have an emotional responsibility towards friends and family which may limit our impulsiveness. However, being young, we are blessed with an emotional flexibility which is sometimes misunderstood as instability.

We pretend we have all the time in the world. Deep inside, we fear that one day we will mistake our youthfulness as immaturity and sink deep into a life of tedium. We fear that the monotony will get to our minds and we will no longer think for ourselves. We will no longer be free. We will lose our emotional versatility and our emotional responsibility will become a burden .We fear we our hearts will die before our bodies do.

We are young and we are free. We live everyday trying our best to fulfil our purpose because its not too late yet.

dying Hope

I wish you existed ; I wish you were real
I wish you were there to take away the pain
Be my salt when I need the comfort
Be the energy within my soul
Be the savior when I am hurt

I wish you existed ; I wish you were real
You could be the struggle when I need a revolution
Be the rebellion when I need a change
Be the voice when I need a conscience
Be hope when everything seems strange

I wish you existed ; I wish you were real
To support the laugh when I seek ecstasy
Be the lover when I seek pleasure
Be my tears when I seek grief
Be the dwelling when I seek shelter

I know you exist but you are not real
And yet you are the essence of life
Imperceptibly, you change the way I feel
My perception , for you , is just a device