My success won't never turn to be an aberration even abhorred. I acquiesce I am appeasing my alacrity through arcane candor and clandestine love. You cannot coerce callous somebody who never tried to even chide you. I am gonna be confidant and won't debase my cumulative errors. I decry but I do extol my past

Draconian memorandum of null considering omitting flashy moments into pure oblivion and breaking haughty utterance of an adjacent human being

I am not mysterious
I am just trying to construe
Chutzpah!
Some convoluted explanations
The subtle difference between life, death and resurrection
A prowess to wreak havoc on your thoughts
And one thought is beset by coyly covert paradigm of nothing

Interdisciplinary Thoughts

Full of antsy, my heart is!
Once we were pledged to love but now the beans are spilt
I don't flaunt our love no more
Although reminiscent flashes everywhere,
Increments of regret are built in my heart ...

“Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
But don't move the way fear makes you move.”

 ~~Mawlana Jalal-El Din Rumi

It's Over

Just South of Here is Utopia

No matter.....

No matter how dark it gets, we always see a distant light!!

The Storm

It will pass over!!!

A Night In

Rose

Thorns of a Rose.

When Sailing......

So when you decide to go sailing, leave your anchor at the dock ;)

Well....I Still Have Tomorrow!

Self Tormented

When I watched this stop-motion video of the poem "Vincent" by Tim Bruton, I was amused!! How like little Vincent, we all are able to disillusion ourselves and then struggle to live with the inner torment we, ourselves have created!!



One of Tim Burton’s biggest idols from his childhood is horror-actor Vincent Price. A dream came true for Tim when Price agreed to read the story. Price said later that the film “was the most gratifying thing that ever happened. It was immortality–better than a star on Hollywood Boulevard”

The ‘Vincent‘-Poem, written by Tim Burton.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Raven‘ and Children’s stories by Dr. Seuss.

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale

Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.”

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

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Thought Of You!

And the world spins madly on........

Happiness

I pulled the trigger and shot a star last night
Imperfectly perfect was my shot
The Moon was angry with a command
To all stars to clutter
Then out of the blue a star blinked
I couldn't help myself staring
It was a meteor shower
I ran in the middle of nowehere
Afraid, needy and alone
Waiting for the right star to save me

Welsh, I am not welshing
I tried known ways to forget
Instead a memory was strongly being engraved
No one can take your place
The scent of our days accompany my poor present
Without you
I am now used to do things I never used to do
I am hanging on just like a child
but I can't show
If there is love on earth, I felt it with you
I wrote for you and I will always do
Writings that I wish you may read someday
Life is damn bitter
And our lives are damn short
We live once and I believe we love once
My chance has passed and so has you
I still love you I swear even more than before
You never let half-closed door
You just slammed the door and walked away
I am right behind the door waiting for a knock
and I am all yours forever
Placing you as my only goal, entire life
Simply everything

N.B. this piece was written on spot with no review and with no looking back

Abandoned???

A curse or a blessing????

Illusive Love