Friday, March 28, 2008

The Screen Behind the Mirror - The Tag Game

Macadamia the Nut tagged me…
This taught me too much about meself :(): ... I thought it fun too... And so it propagates :D ...

Rules:
1. Put your iPod/Winamp/Woteva on shuffle mode.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

Here are mine ...

"If someone says 'Is this okay?', you say?"
Man on the Moon - REM (Um...This was a strike!!)

"What would best describe your personality?"
Love Rescue Me - U2

"What do you like in a guy/girl?"
I still haven't found what I'm looking for - U2

"How do you feel today?"
Moonlight Serenade - Pirates of the Carribean OST

"What is your life's purpose?"
Fuck All Y'All - Saliva (I swear :(((()

"What is your motto?"
Beautiful Life - Ace of Base

"What do your friends think of you?"
Joyride - Roxette

"What do you think of your parents?"
Ein Leid - Rammstein

"What do you think about very often?"
Can't get you out of my head - Kylie Minogue

"What is 2+2?"
Plot 180 - U2 (Whaaa??? I was always weak in math :(()

"What do you think of your best friend?"
Romeo and Juliet - Live version - Dire Straits (I swear :D)

"What do you think of the person you like?"
How Long - Dire Straits (Gosh this is surprising me more than anyone else :D :D)

"What is your life story?"
The Better Life - 3 Doors Down

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Why Worry - Dire Straits

"What do you think when you see the person you like?"
Stranger in a strange land - U2 (ROTFLLLLLL)

"What do your parents think of you?"
Take a chance on me - ABBA (Yowtch :D :D )

"What will you dance to at your wedding?"
Hand in my pocket - Alanis Morissette (Woo Hooooo :D)

"What will they play at your funeral?"
Dancing Queen - ABBA (Glad I'll be dead for dis one :D)

"What is your hobby/interest?"
One slip - Pink Floyd (This is deep even for me... Whaaa????)

"What is your biggest secret?"
Numb - Drowning Pool (:(()

"What do you think of your friends?"
I feel you - 3 Doors Down

"What should you post this as?"
The Screen Behind the Mirror - Enigma

I tag :

Navin
Vibra
Madhu
Purplesilt
Veenaapponavan
i 7
Shri Padwad
Kavitha

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Meta-stasize, Soft shoe

Singlet on a lonely foot
Spotlit at a staged height
Crowd hold up their collective breath
Shrouded in the dark of night
My eyes are dark without sight
As depths are trawled on stage tonight
Tap, twist and twirl, my foot
Follow, hunt, the lazy spotlight
Don’t shrivel or curl my foot
Get used to the heat and light
Surface every scourging sin
Shimmering and shaking
As the soul cries out, still raking
Shades on wakes from depths within
The stage cracks its ethereal whip
And all secrets are lost and gone
Surfaces blown with still winds
And empty depths leached, bleeding
Applause is tittered, encores given
Bodies are shivered, scores smitten
Deep waisted bows underscore the conviction
That the best and truest is left behind
The empty shell tiptoes off stage…

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Curiouser and Curiouser

So tell me, how did it feel? To barter in pain. Did you feel ennobled? That you shared of yourself, of your pain, of your vision of a perfect world reflected in the writhing agony of my body at your feet? Did you see my soul, as a separate being, or was it an extension of your own? Was it easier that way, to explain to yourself, why it was necessary?

Or did you never bother with explanations? Was it just amoral release? The sheer joy of my destruction. a fellow living thing, that you could bring about, with just a few handy weapons? Was I an experiment in pain? Like … a lab rat perhaps?

Or was it a power trip? Did you like that you were master and I was slave? Was it because my skin color was dark? Did decimation of people darker than you seem like a natural conclusion to you? Or am I mixing you up with somebody else?

Or was it me in particular you hate? Did I show you my defiance one day, and make you decide, I would pay? Did you think it through? What you would do? What lure you would use? How long you would take? What sounds I would make?

Were you with me there, when I took that first bullet in my stomach? Did you feel my enrails rip liked a cheap blouse, hear them squelch together splattering blood everywhere. Do you see me as I come apart in mind and body, racked in agony, as my eyes turn first inward and then slowly sightless …

Did it give you a high? Was it all intensely sexual?

Is it likely that you see me, the person? I doubt it. That is the way my parents saw me, my friends, even acquaintances, people who saw me as someone. Not a piece of nature’s mechanics or God’s creation or a statistic, but as an entity much bigger than the sum of its parts…

Do I forgive you? I’m not sure… Does it matter? Is it even about you? You seem so sure it is… In all this, you seem so sure… It’s the most frightening thing, looking at the face of certainty… where none can exist…

I am gasping for breath now, I have not the time left to rail impotently against an unambiguous fate, an indifferent world, an unformed predator… I have no time left to feel pain or watch in horrified silence as my life ebbs away. Once the inevitable has been accepted, there is little else to do with dragging out the feeling. I have only time to think. To look at you and think and wonder and worry, why?

If you did tell me, of course, it is hardly likely to benefit anyone. Not that I can help the world armed with this secret knowledge… of life and death … Knowledge that you seem to have mastered so effortlessly…

Does that make you … God? Should all these squabbling religions take five, take notice, and worship … You? Your kind? Do you have a kind? Is God a collective? If you reproduced, will you call your children, Godspawn?

All the ironies run out free and clear and my time of significance is past. But, what a relief it would be to understand, why my life, that grew in harmony so many years, to the point of self-realization, that had just started fearfully hoping for a future, means nothing…