The children on stage look ghostly,
like lucid toys caged inside a shop lift.
Their tricks try to raise a smile,
but the teeth soon feel dull against my chest.
The room shudders in the morning breeze,
And the skeptics in the audience move with it.
And though I can still see through the clouds,
Pedantic overhead, something doesn't quite feel right.
I'm still in one piece, but is the box?
Hiding Behing My Ear
Snow
It's getting cold now,
and the trembling trees know it.
They cling onto their leaves,
but it won't be long before they too have to go.
The struggling sighs against icy winds have died,
and only faint whispers echo in the valley below.
It's getting late now,
and the flocking crows know it.
The panicked beating of desperate wings
a warning on the forest floor;
Streaks of pink shine through the empty sky
as the shivering sun crawls back into the ground.
We're getting lost now,
And my stumbling feet know it.
The moonless night and the misty woods slow us,
but the crickets don't pierce your ears and you show it.
I stagger through cracks, snapping jagged twigs back,
Fall mindless on the sullen earth,
And begin to dig.
Fotoshop Phun
I'm actually beginning to use photoshop thanks to Digital Media class. Anyway here is some artwork that I did for a friend's band (Escher's Knot from Chennai), and another one I did for my own project. Don't know if I'll be using it now, what with the new band and everything.
After Effect
Another one is programmed
To proclaim the world
Beneath the darkened sun.
It saturates the system
Striking at the core
Always watching you.
The unity of internal conflict,
The dissolution aimed at reason,
Control of all real meaning
Veils all that you see.
Complicity over capacity
You pass up on your soul
Regulating, Calculating
Let them at your soul
Consumed by dependency
Fabricating a sense of belonging
Death is only the beginning
I am the after effect.
Autumn Hate
*It has been quite a while since i updated this blog.
This is stuff i've written over some time.*
A nervous glance in the mirror
Light, gaze beyond soft eyes
But light cannot shine through
The mask of sanity upon
My face which frightens
Me and the consciousness
Which pours from my mind
Like a river of knives
Such a self-indulgent stream
Feeds itself, returns to the source
Now an ocean of fear, lust, and warm blood
And fear which is mine
And yours, and everywhere
Begging never, then never again
Then no more
It grows in unison
With screams, cries, and a clawed face
I watch the puddles gather crimson rain
And fear again for myself
Look away
Eyes turn black
It's raining now
It's angry now, clawing its way out
My mind of knives and disoriented meaning
Clings to the frightful similarities, wondering
Of what am I capable?
And then I shove the sun onto the light
The silence comes
My freedom comes from inside
I answer
And I reach out
For the Surface.
And through this, comforts beckons me
Half of me smiles back with hope.
While the other, with bloodlust, whistles innocently
And laughs sardonically
With our mouth.
And we cannot,
Even as I try,
Reach out
For the Surface.
Dreaded. Born.
*For everyone who lost a piece of themselves on 26/11/2008, this is for you*
Face to face with the dark eternal night,
All I see is the negative space ,
The shape of the landscape at their back,
And the horizon interrupted by black.
Symmetrical on both sides, like a backwards vase,
A deranged maze all covered in bloody snow,
It could be one, or it could be more than one layer.
Foreground and background and everything in between,
But the hole in the middle I cannot relate to.
The positive life right in front of me,
Like a mirror tiled over that gives no reflection,
Face to face with a fear,
We share no affection.
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