live in 4th D

३ आयाम का सबक समजदारी थी सीखी
३ आयामी सृस्ती है
प्रकाशीय सीमा समावित इसी में
अंधकार भी यहीं है|
यह सीमा सभी की, सभी है यहाँ
यह विवशता सभी की, यह इच्छा नहीं है|
आगे बढकर यह जायें कहाँ सब ?
सभी सोचते हैं, पर कुछ दिखता नहीं है|

यह ३ आयाम हैं सभी के वश में,
जीवन हम में है, पर इनमें नहीं है
खेल है जीवन जो जीते हैं इस में,
नीयम हैं इसके खिलाड़ी हैं यहाँ और दर्शक यहीं है,
जो खेलते हैं इस में वह मुझे यह बताओ क्यूँ मज़ा है यह और बंधन नहीं है|
नए नीयम बन नहीं पाते,
दोहराता है इतिहास रहता नियम के साथ
तभी तो रहता एकसा है और दोहरा नही है|

patterns in so called new things

One more new year

One more 1/1

One more broken resolution

One more thing, undone

One more fight

Again the careless attitude

One more chance to scream loud

One more thing to think about

These patterns they are killing me

The pattern of day and night

I know when it will rain

I know the patterns of death and life

So what’s new?

For the pattern of summer and winter is known to me

The patterns of hate and love

The patterns of new faces, I can figure out

Patterns present in love and lust

Patterns and calculations of Brownian motion  

Patterns in random unorganized particles of dust

Rotten experiences

The unpredictability of life is itself predictable

Life is unknown, claimed to be known by a few

But surely isn’t new

Death, unknown, now new

Relationship status, unknown, not new

This year though unknown but not new

So what's new?

The random patterns of new things

 Aren’t unknown for sure                                                                        

So what’s left?

So what’s new?

Places? Formed by the pseudo unpredictability of earth’s crust

People? Formed by highly predictable, FUCK exchange

nature? The forming force of predictability

and the principle? It’s on how the strings arrange  (heisenberg uncertainty principle and the string theory)

New things I suppose are yet to be defined

Newness contradicts itself

and this now is tough one resist

That “new” doesn’t exist

learn from lives people

Everyday when I get up and see
I don’t feel the way I shoud about the lives arnd me
They will walk and learn with the same ways
For centuries to come
They don’t get what a person thinks when he dies
They don’t get what he worked for his entire life
They don’t get why he was born and why you are here too
They don’t get what they are supposed to.
That’s why I admire you
For we care about gandhis living
We care about the how nations are building
We care for a track in 250gb disk
Because we care for life and simultaneously for risks
Humans never worked for abstraction
They never care for building a life inherited from other
Everybody wants to party but nobdy wants to host
Nobdy cared for the knowledge of lives, imp and lost
I admire you because
we have shared moments
we have shared closeness
we shared all we got
but the unique thinking was never shared
that’s why we were together and fight a lot
//here both abstraction and inheritance are used with respect to computer terminology
//reffer wo wikipedia for more information

aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

A changed perspective

What is inside few care,

what is absent nobody knows,

and for those of you who do this is for you,

this is for you to know

sometimes you don’t speak

sometimes you are unable to

there are times when you really want to kill somebody

difference is but one,

you care for it when it begins

and I never cared till it was done.

The process humbly requested many things

and I gave everything I could,

but powerful ones this is what I perceive,

is what I got in return.

Now I don’t care about dreams,

I don’t fear outcomes,

relationships, I hate easy to make and hard to break.

Darkness I thought I love,

was the thing I feared the most

the series of recursive defeats and shadows of unknown,

are partially left, partially gone.

Now I love it,

now I know what it means

it gives me reason for being alone,

as darkness in my life

is partially left, partially gone.

stains of pain

I love you

And I need it back

As u know it’s a scarce commodity

So I might kill you for that

Don’t worry it won’t pain

As I will take all of it

And you look great with little fear in your eyes

So let it remain

I will take your blood

Your death would be plain

Your blood won’t be wasted

As clots will take life mine

Thin line between intense love and hate

I will define

Your blood will give me warmth

And will remain inside me

I could not live but I will die

With your sign

Stains of pain still red

Ones I colored them with my blood

I wanted death

But hell I got as result

burnt life

A man is burning all the time

Using air, staying alive

A man is burning all the time

Particles in and particles out

More energy to scream and shout

Into the lungs and pumped through the pipe

Throughout the body to decay and die

Forgetting, unaware, laughing and learning

Enjoying the stay while everyone else is burning

Fire here and fire there but not a spark to be felt

Fire fire all around but not a heart will melt

Using others gaining heights

To burn more they try

More sufferings, more oxidation and heart beats with better rate

Burning flashing and gazing till every unit evaporates

Till nothing is left behind to burn

Till it's late

Till anyone one has a reason to hate

Till it's late

ABOUT ME

I think the world hates me

But only few of them actually do including me

The membrane to hate around me forces me to hear and breathe the same

Pain addictions and me are the ones to blame

I don’t see love anymore anywhere

It might be presentPublish Post

Something inside me compels me to be aware

Human nature is on decline inside me

And this what you see is only a programmed interface that I wear

I wanna live

And I want this ‘I’ to be me

ONLY ME

crushed by the pressure

I’m the clutch
I hate the way my life is
I hate the way it sucks
The way I thought to be something
the way I fail
The way I say this
The way I sail
Filled with happiness my heart
I hate the way it bluffs
Now I hate myself
Because I hate to love

Dying to live my life
To recover
Possibilities left to discover
But it seems impossible to clear the way
To clear the memories that still stay

infinite!

Struggle to live
Struggle for life
Toil for money

Strangled in the infinite threads of struggle
Bear the pain for more
Life isn’t the way
Death is not either, they say

Exhausted by the struggle to survive
Monstrous pain makes it bitter
No better than the hell, my life
Then also to live, I choose
Because to die for only this is a lame excuse

It would be the same after death
But the game would be lost
And losing isn’t my style
I’m a Libran after all!