scraping it out has never been this easy

Yeah well, I was talking about coconuts, what did u think ;-)
I wonder what the dead sea is like, with no life whatsoever so to speak and yet very alive!
Is that a parched swallow or a pregnant owl or just another figment of my blighted mind.
Not anymore, it stretches from vacuum to vacuum and totally without longing. I have managed to scrape it all out, well almost. The last bit is here! Thought it needed a grave, a pretty stone at its head endorsing all that was there and wasn't, in this beautifully blighted head.

Once there was joy and all those flashes that came with joy - humour, love, curiosity, satire... hell did i miss anything out. A music with a different rythm. And then came the mightier of the two brought a storm of blood and pain, played with just a few elements and yet such rich colours and overstayed, a guest nonetheless.

They both came and went, leaving behind a ravaged plain, empty of everything, even longing. A feeling of complete numbness, if numbness can be classified as a feeling... tresspassing on Floydian theories here! And now it stands clean and pure, no blights to fight, no coconuts to scrape!

Run for life

Reluctantly woke up to meet my pal for a run in one of the largest parks in the city. Had promised to be there while my bed refused to let go of me, true to an impassioned lover.
So there I was tugging my heavy legs along giving my lungs an appetizing meal of Oxygenated air.
It was beautiful. Pigeons and ravens flapping past, bright green hues merging with the caramelized browns and a whole new world of people running there way onto energizing new lives. Laughter clubs, 'feed the ants' clubs, product promotion run clubs, stray joggers, pairs playing baddy.... I was amazed.
Would you believe it, there were atleast 3 runner clubs bounding about the park, there was a group of people having a serious discussion or listening to a discourse. The seriously racous laughs reverberating through the air kept us pealing as well.
The fact that the sun decided to just take pleasure in a peek rather than scorch us over only added to the coolness factor of waking up early.
And why did I bereft myself of this joy..sheer laziness ! Until now.
Just that I need to keep going back. Like Ali Baba,. There's too much to stow in just one visit!

They dont meet, its called the horizon

What if the sky realizes that the sea is not that deep,
What if the voyeur notices that there is nothing much for a pleasurable peep!
What if the climber finds the mountain far from steep
What if all your illusions crumble and just fall into a disdainful heap!

Inside the Cranium

Brewing within a hollow shell
Myriad ideas and ghastly spells

Would that be a witch's cauldron
Smelling of rotten wonders
With a thespian giant's blood drawn
And scented flowers with chameleon-like blunders
The sound of roaring bubbles, the hisses and the splutter
So much hustle and vainglorious bustle
To make a heart so wildly flutter
Or a hand commit murder at the sound of a whistle

Maybe genuinely add to the work of the universe
Through sheer creativity flowing like rivers

And suddenly not a sound
Was it the coal, or was it faking eternity for a life time-bound!