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]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/22554712/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/22554712/ Tue, 13 Jan 2009 01:54:59 PST 'Cause the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway'
-Goo Goo dolls

Note to the world about the girl-
If she would have given up, it would have been long time back. But she's still here, and fighting.

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/21724318/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/21724318/ Sat, 29 Nov 2008 02:03:34 PST
Mumbai has always been hit by some misery every once in awhile. But never has there been a disaster that has collectively stopped our heartbeats for three days, and cut off our oxygen supply. Terrorists entered Bombay by sea, split up and went around the city firing shots at random as they passed by busy streets before they entered the hotels and Nariman house where they held the people in there hostage. death count- 195.

This is the city I was born in. This is the city my parents grew up in. I have walked along the beach passing the Taj hotel and wondering what it would be like on the inside. My parents grew up near the Nariman house. Its been around for ages. My mom as a kid along with her siblings used to dare each other to go into the Oberoi hotel without getting caught. I've eaten at Leopold's the last time I went to Mumbai for holidays. But now all these places have fractured our memories and replaced with sadness and anger. I want these bastards caught. Only few of them were caught, most of them shot dead. But the estimate is that there are 40 terrorists.

40? So where are the rest of them? Are they still lurking among my people planning another attack? I sure would like to know. Thats the place I'm going to go next year after high school and I want it safe.

Pakistan is already put to blame. Sure everyone knows theres lot of politics involved. The pakistani government is doing nothing to put the terrorists living so freely in their country behind bars. And who suffers? The rest of the world.

For the first time, we have reason to believe in the police and army forces again. They've fought those bastards properly. India thanks you guys. We salute those who died in combat yesterday.

Although this incident has put us in a frozen state, we will never be defeated. Mumbai will rise on its feet again. We will fill it with our hopes and everyday life again. We will work on replacing memories.

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/21432504/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/21432504/ Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:51:26 PST forget the world
forget what holds you still
break the glass
break the face
pull back lies
and retrace

ii.
i am nothing, i have
always
been nothing. consume this
burnt thought process that
eats this dream
and maybe in the end
you'll find
i've always been
just a figment
of your endless sighs

I feel like something in me has broken. Everything going wrong in the world has always been covered with some trivial over repeated crap like celebrity media and clothes. There has been too much of dreams dying. Too much of material crap stuffed into people until they break and they can’t recognize themselves anymore. They’ll learn to identity themselves with the material worth they own. Sometimes it makes me want to say-fuck it. Why should I want to save all these people? Why am I the bitch with open eyes, stitched with patterns of pain and a sky of hope seated in my mind?
But I know there aren’t many who’d want to stick their head out there. Who’d want to risk being called different because in the society we live in being different is a bad thing, something to be packaged and thrown away because it is harder to swallow one truth than being over brimmed with lies.
Doesn’t it implant a dreary pool of desperation, sadness clinging to your edges when you look into the face of the deprived? Doesn’t it make you want scratch and burn yourself till you can come up to their level and feel their loneliness flickering in you?

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/21013105/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/21013105/ Thu, 16 Oct 2008 07:56:16 PDT of the pounding sky. A river of apologies
for the things unsaid and regret swimming
in it for those said. I should never
hurl myself into pain again. Smug lines sing
about the futility of thoughts.
Unbutton this promise and
I will cut away this lifeless part of
me that dies everyday in the
soft swirl of bitterness.

I want to cut away into the void. At the same time, I want to swim in it. Let the night engulf my existence so that I may become nothing. I want to get wasted, do something crazy, and slip on the edge. Know what that dark, that ultimate line of sorrow feels like.
And I wonder if I will be able to come back from it.
My fictitious children swim in my mind. They look at me with so much hope that I’m at the point of wanting to smudge them out. Erase their existence so that I won’t be torn with what the society wants of me and what I want from me. But I’ve learnt long ago that when you give yourself to this world, they chew you and spit you out. Because you’re never good enough for it.

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20825555/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20825555/ Sat, 04 Oct 2008 12:57:17 PDT
i've got to get down to writing prose. Its been awhile and i have a couple of ideas swimming in my head. More like a couple of characters.

Tess, if you're reading this you should know that i love love love your work. don't ask me whats with all this sudden love for your work but hell, you should be published. and if i were a lesbian i'd have totally fallen for you by now. HAHA.

anyway, i hate my life. YES I'm aware i'm doing the whole angst routine now, but yeah your life does suck when you're doing nothing but writing crappy poetry in your room, listening to the radio that has decided to churn out crappy songs today while you recieve messages and phonecalls from friends who are at a rock gig at the moment and having some aweful lot of fun without you. Hell yeah, my life sucks.

If you think you're life sucks even more, Tell me about it and we'll have a crappy life competition.
lol.

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20684613/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20684613/ Fri, 26 Sep 2008 10:54:23 PDT
I hacked off some more of my hair today. I have a fixation with cutting my hair and i don't know why.
My recent fixations would be the hair thing, black toenails (which are awesome really), Muse, pickles and reading american novels set in 1950-60's.

hm, its so humid these days its making me nuts. I hate the humidity!

i am offically a twilight fan. i just finished the fourth book a few days back and i am craving for more.

MORE MORE MORE!!

oh crap, some of the nailpolish got chipped off now because i was absentmindely scrapping at it. Damn.

I need some music to get addicted to. Can anybody suggest a couple of bands that i probably wouldn't have heard of???

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20337236/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20337236/ Fri, 05 Sep 2008 08:54:29 PDT
on a lighter note, i'm putting out more writing these days. At least i have something to be happy about these days.

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20021509/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/20021509/ Mon, 18 Aug 2008 11:45:19 PDT today was a good day, I suppose. I did nothing but listen to music and watch a French movie.
I’m not really into French movies but when I switched on the tv in the afternoon, this movie Amelie had just started. It had English subtitles but my tv reception was a bit hazy so I could barely make out the words. I had to rely on basic French skills which I must confess did NOT help me but somehow I understood every damn thing.

I loved loved loved the movie. It was amazing. It was so poetic and charming and had a nice soundrack to accompany it.
If you haven’t watched it, YOU MUST !!!!
(now I sound like a advertisement

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/19763700/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/19763700/ Mon, 04 Aug 2008 03:15:39 PDT My writing and music are my only consolation. My poetry has dwindled into a muddle of thoughts overlapping each other. So these days I climb into the stories of imaginary people who have been waiting patiently in my head. They teach me who I am.
Music gives me back my lost identity.

They are my silent saviors.
but without them, I drown again into a lake of confusion and sorrow that threatens to overtake me.

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/19219971/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/19219971/ Sat, 05 Jul 2008 13:56:24 PDT i want to write
about you
and your aching dreams

and the restless spirit
who dreams of a different world.
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Why can't I write like before? Damn it, everything I write now is so familiar. I want to sink in unfamiliarity again. I want to write things that suprise me, make me learn things about myself I never knew. I don't know what happened. Its like losing a part of me.
I'm trying to write at nearly midnight, and this is usually the time where most of my work pours out but these days everything is so strange. I can't write ANYTHING!!!

help

]]> ~siphoned-afterglow http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/18993209/ http://siphoned-afterglow.deviantart.com/journal/18993209/ Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:43:25 PDT how does that happen?

i so hate life right now.

i can't even seem to write anything good these days. and on top of it, everyone seems to have a problem with me these days.
i want to run away from reality.

and i need to spend more time here. This site rocks.

and i have to post more of my bullshit here.

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