At the bottom of the ocean

Its amazing what a bit of lethargy combined with an exceptionally rough patch can do to most people .....from a marathon blogger to a has been michael johnson the decent is almost mercurial...like newtons theory of gravity where the apples have to rocket to the ground ofcourse......the theory of gravity i guess is psychologically equally relevant...what goes up must come down.....however what happens in the case of exceptional gravitional pull where you seem to be in a perpetual state of grounding......like the apple which never found anyone to send it flying into motion again happy to rest and perhaps be reduced to oblivion..............

people and life afterall arnt always kind.......on one such un kind day where it seems as though i need band aid for my knees hands and probably for a bit of soul too i find myself writing ..writing like there aint no tomorrow ..missing out on a lot of what i would want to say but caught in the intertwining of words and in weaving a story...and like magic i feel a lot of the day just drain away..the apple ofcourse in a medititational state of levitation...lol.......

Cause it aint everyday that your at the bottom of the ocean
With debris from your own ship wreck
and your body hurts from all the explosion
and your minds a terrible mess

you survived it cause u are a survivor
and you look like you handled it well
the bones aint broken ...
your body unscathed
you should be grateful as hell

but you swallowed all that water
all that salty murky water
it keeps oozin from your pores
and you scratch the skin
but the water aint leaving you
like the memories u always carry
and then it occasionally forms a flood in the corner of ur eye
forming a torrent amidst the ocean

water in water

no one can see

cause it aint everyday that ur at the bottom of the ocean

Touche!

She’s a good girl,
loves her mamma,
loves je -sus, and america too.
She’s a good girl, crazy ‘bout elvis, loves horses,
and her boyfriend too.
And it's a long day, livin’ in reseda,
there’s a freeway, runnin’ thru the yard
And i’m a bad boy, ‘cause i don’t even miss her,
i’m a bad boy, for breaking
And i'm free, free falling.
Yeah i'm free, free falling.
And all the vampires walkin' through the valley move west down venturaBoulevard.
And all the bad boys are standin' in the shadows,
and the good girls Are home with broken hearts.
I wanna glide down over mulholland i wanna write her name in the sky.
I'm gonna free fall out into nothin',
gonna leave this world for a while.

This ones to all the free falls..scrapes on the knees............long dicussions and ..those salvaging friends...god can we be evil....lol

Lightening Crashes............

Lightning Crashes"lightning crashes,
A new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes,
An old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the windforces
Pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
Lightning crashes,
A new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris,presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

Goa Calling....

Incase your wondering thats the new slogan ive recently adopted.to tide me over the chaotic work routine....crazy boss ..busy friends and absolutely tragic lifestyle......i make it a point these days to just let myself go a little adrift every now n again......Goa ..hmmm its a beautiful city....the only place ive ever known which is so distinctly itself ..like a howard roarke from an ayn rand ...untamable....beautiful in its own overpowering way.....
and boy does it linger in your memories....brand recall .....mind share and all the rest of the management jargon...the only place with a tito's.. a mambo's.. a beach and ur own favourite shack....

A city of lights... a city of people...dancing... music... the ocean....

.......Goa is callin'

Addictive....

Hmmm..Never thought blogging would be addictive somewhat like the friends you cann't stop talking to and the phone calls you just don't want to disconnect...uniterrupted flow of random information ...a peep hole in to your fiefdom ....zara land.....lol

Actually speaking of zara land wonder whats happening ..There was this uprising i distinctly remember and pain and then was supposed to be the land of the free ...but guess we never reached there did we.....is it that we sometimes love being hapless....wallowing in self pity and addicted to love lost relationships for some kind of false sense of security . ....and then there's the routine of life adding to the entire hopeless situation.. same job .same road ....same sunday same movie hall .... i need to get de addicted..rehabilitated so to speak...so think should go to Goa...Increase friend and good conversation intake ......K and S this ones to you maybe one of these days we'll just live up to all that planning..............

i need to get addicted ........................addicted to being alive again...........................

Happy Blogging................

Well its amazing how tedious a simple task like deciding a name for a blog can be ...or for that matter writing one ........its like your bursting to say so many things that you just don't know where to start...........you've read the blogger etiquete and the advanced blogger etc etc and somewhere at the back of your head you know that possibly nobody really cares if you had cherios for breakfast but at the cost of offending the discernable reader you can take this one glorious moment right at the beginning of your blogging carrier where you have verbal diarhoea.....the simple, ..pure pleasure of having this one rock solid non judgemental silent spectator..... where u can just let go......

I am quite grateful for the introduction to what i believe will become my favourite sport..................................