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Psychedelic He(Art): Illusion
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Friday, August 31, 2007. Here I am, sitting in the shadows. of my own dreams. I am trying to hide in here, hiding from the world, from people, from myself. And thus, from the shadows, I am trying to observe the world around me, and see if it means anything to me, if I mean anything to it. And yet again, a doubt creeps in, is it the world thats an illusion? Or, is it me? Is it that the world doesn't notice me? Or, is it that I am oblivious to it? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Psychedelic He(Art): At the heart of the tornado...
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008. At the heart of the tornado. Years of struggling within has come to a standstill, questions stirring the turmoil have for the moment faded away, the shrilling noise has dissolved away into a distant silence, that envelopes the vast emptiness beneath the dark brooding clouds, the tornado has finally stopped. With a shriek that echoed through ages, the tornado explodes into a deluge of bright colors. Speckles of dreams drift through pillars of light breaking through the clo...
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The Scalp Friction: She and Me
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Sunday, November 23, 2008. She sits and tries to think. Days of lost innocence and all that pink. Trying frantically to remember all that she has forgotten. She lost me in the flood of oblivion. She is just another survivor. And as she walks back she crosses me. And she doesn't even recognize who I was. I nod my head and follow her. I see her like I see everyday. I see her just like the clouds in the sky or the moon in the night. I see her walking. Going back to her house.
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The Scalp Friction: November 2008
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Sunday, November 30, 2008. I:The fact resides between your and my heart. The fact that I am incapable of further probing deeper into your heart is a fault of mine and I alone take the blame. But that doesn't mean my love for you is less. You: If you can't read my heart then what's the use of your love. I: But I tried. You: And was that try good enough? I:Will you give me another chance? You: It depends on how good your try will be. I: I can't promise you anything. I can'...
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The Scalp Friction: What's Wrong Dammit?
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Friday, November 28, 2008. I strictly condemn the attacks.' 'There will be stringent actions taken against the perpetrators.'. India shall not keep quiet.' 'India shall bounce back.'. I guess you and I alike have been fine tuned with this lines for a while now. And yes our politicians don't even have to ask their speech writers. They are well versed with the idea what exactly they have to say. Saves time I guess. We always forget the nightmare very soon. Today I had gone...
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The Scalp Friction
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CLICK HERE FOR BLOGGER TEMPLATES. Sunday, November 30, 2008. I:The fact resides between your and my heart. The fact that I am incapable of further probing deeper into your heart is a fault of mine and I alone take the blame. But that doesn't mean my love for you is less. You: If you can't read my heart then what's the use of your love. I: But I tried. You: And was that try good enough? I:Will you give me another chance? You: It depends on how good your try will be. I: I can't promise you anything. I can'...
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Psychedelic He(Art): July 2007
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Sunday, July 15, 2007. On a high, I sit and watch things around me. My demented mind seems to be making multiple interpretations of everything around me, right or wrong not being the question at all. The blue light and the songs seem to be augmenting the experience of it all. And as I keep looking at the source of the blue light, I can feel myself rising and drifting. up, up. right into the blue bulb, and suddenly everything around me disappears into a voluminous ambiance of blue light. Loneliness is not...
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Psychedelic He(Art): October 2006
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Wednesday, October 04, 2006. I am still wondering, can I remove the black veil, can I fight the darkness and let the light spread around, can I ever talk to myself again? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I wish I could understand myself better than I do now. View my complete profile. Rishit Neogi [Of allusions, illusions and delusions]. Rishit Neogi [The Flavour of A Smudge]. Rishit Neogi [who knows? Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
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Psychedelic He(Art): My Definition of Life... Revisited
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Sunday, September 02, 2007. My Definition of Life. Revisited. Sun and Rain and Smiles and Pain,. Nights and Days and Gloom and Glaze,. Quill of Feather and Edge of Knife,. Yes, my friends, That is Life. Sitting at the shrine of solitude, at the bottom of my own heart, I was going over these very lines of mine. Pondering, wondering. what made me write these? Is this really what I feel about life? Is it that I have never been happy in my soul, that I have never smiled from my heart? View my complete profile.
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Psychedelic He(Art): Footprints
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007. I kept walking,. Away from myself,. Away from you,. Unsure of direction,. My heart and soul blue,. It got darker,. My eyes weeping,. Never knowing why,. My mind sleeping,. Shards of glass,. Cutting me apart,. The pain only grew,. Heavy like my heart,. Howling in my ears,. Deep, like pain,. Moist, with tears,. Cold, distant,. Silent, smiling,. I wept, I cried,. Have you seen the jhony walker liquor logo? A picture worth a million words.:). Tue Sep 25, 07:55:00 AM GMT-7.
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