Winter gives way to the heat wave...

Seasons vary to the rythm of the Brightest Star,
Moods swing with the passing of each day,
the ambiance is filled with the gravity of life,
a sudden heat wave causes nature to change its own fate...
the night is devoid of its cold, the day is enveloped in heat...

Nature adapts itself to the laws of the universe
the air feels thicker, the night gets warmer
the Sun God delivers its curse
on mortal souls to suffer...

Heat waves move in with the tides,
and Oceans start to burn,
strong rays come crashing down like arrows,
the scorched land appears forlorn...

the HYPE-err kids

Sound of humming, the lightning strikes,
mellowed voices faces so bright,
words are spoken and emotions displayed,
a group of youngsters all gather to say,
about the days they pass and the nights they play,
of music, gossip, dance and the prof in class,
they are all kicked with that puff,
and warmed in the head by that drink,
they gather around;all agog with sound
excited voices greet to please,
the night sways to dance n tease...

Morrison, i couldnt agree with more,

"They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravensClaws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family."

chilling madness

frozen knuckles
hooded face
red nosed liar
biker in the race

chilling madness
psychadelic siezure
face the odds
dont be late for class

swift sprinting
frozen veins
breath grows faster
head starts to pain

time is perfect
but life is not
cease to cry
or avoid that fall...

mind fever-idea hunter-brain loser

How does it feel to be locked up in the head for a long time without having to share those uncanny thoughts which you have been longing to get rid off?

How would it feel to lose your mind (soul/heart for the emotional jerks) to that eternal phase of thoughtlesness?

How will you define what you think or trace the line of your thoughts and compress them into that tiny envelope?

A concrete answer to these questions would show that one really has something called- self-policing one's mind towards one's actions.

But i have ceased to let any external factor control my mind, i have effortlessly failed to muster it from within too. So that really has left me with this state of unreal feeling that I have stopped having control over my mind and have subjected it to blank decadence and it torments me to the core!!!

..:stoner chick:..

the day started out by being subjected to harsh cold winds while riding to college, followed by a lecture on company laws. the prof wasnt "teaching" co. law. she was more worried about why the handful of students failed to followup her lectures and take notes. She never really gave any notes. we were expected to write all that she "said" in class. What she would "say" really depended on her moody mood, which never held good unless the intellectual few tried to steer her away from the topic in question to some vague interpretation of the law; a discussion which always ended up in a (?) of sorts. during our chai break at the chai (tapri) we would end up smoking a cig or two, but today it was different, and thats why i think my day ended up in wirting this blog entry, which i never really did. a (DJ) friend offered me a joint (h### lol) at the chai tapri and nothing (not even my shaky resolve) could draw back the kick that i felt to take a puff off that joint (it looked like a green candy wrapped in white lace)..i took a drag and felt my heart beating faster than the constant roar of the traffic on the road..i smoked the next one with the ease of a chain smoker smoking a cig for the last time before sleeping..the last drag (before handing it back to the DJ-friend).. i was already feeling the warmth of the mari kicking inside and i could feel my head starting to feel warm, my finger tips icy...the next round of inhaling started and man, i could feel it right up in my head;

..."the feel of the fresh green from the mountain,
fuels the bright lights out of the mind,
bringing in a different brightness, not joy, not pain,
a feeling i could not find,
a mixed source of pleasure and despair..."