reason

My silence,

your words

to break;

to fuel,

My faith;

to break,

my hope;

to break,

my self.

   


in indigo skies
the dying moon fades;
and as music dies,
all disappear;

into stoic nothingness.

 

not even a sign? a warning? did i not love you so!

first my brand new speakers screw up

then my line-ins;

music, became a rare resource.

my music player followed,my protective bubble

went missing; in to blank nothingness

alien abductions? maybe,

it had some UDOM in it

i had almost recovered, fixed up rca cables,

an oh-so-smug me was oh-so-happy

but the geek up there,

you know... the chief programmer,

decided that i hadn't had

enough woe to compensate

for all the happiness *snort* he's given me

so wonder of wonder

the mother of all boards

gave up on me.

she lies there, eerily blinking

yet, refusing to live

she went silently

without a sigh or a moan

my umbilical cord to the world i love,

and the hope chest of my existence

has failed, and oh lookie! it can be

"...either catastrophic, component, or ethereal."

and it me, who slowly slips;

a surreal virtual coma

and oh btw, there's new music,

with the right number of

dedications [you know who you are]

so yeah, enjoy all the music you guys

while i go jump off the balcony

:|

PS: related tags

fuck my life,

im giving up today,

traitor!im leaving you for another( the books)

dont look at me with those cheating l.e.d's

look what you've done to me! how can i ever ctrl+alt+delete ever again in my life!

:|

all of my love

In a flash of silver, he scored her yielding skin. It gave way, like it knew; 

like it welcomed the all too familiar intrusion, and the brutal caress insinuated recusant release.

she watched it, 

small, pulsating, a point object gloating at its own creation, and then another; throbbing beads, connecting to become a micro deluge.

he watched her,and the red reflected in the dark orbs. 

as he watched, the black cracked, myriad crimson rays radiated from its core. 

He swept his hands up and caught hers in a vice; an eerie sense of possession permeated his being. 

Reclusive bohemian eyes turned wild; the raw hunger evident in them; a portrait of obscure passion; as Life dripped down her fingers.

a whimper of pain,

her body vibrated; 

like it knew; like it welcomed the all too familiar intrusion,

eternity, was Now... and life, 

forever.

...

on the dull metal, the congealed crimson was now just a repugnant scar. She turned away, her smile profane; depravity had the final dance. yet again, he had succumbed.

a shudder went down his soul

and he hated himself anew.

blue dusk

though i know 
you'd want to,
steal the colour of the skies;

i would still,
frankly so,
gladly keep my Indigo.

 

Pronunciation: \ˈbō-ˌgärt\; Function: transitive verb

 

 

[Hey you know, maybe, i need to consciously realise that i know, you know?]

 

  (mmm yes, that would help)   

 

[yeah, if im aware, if i could feel it, if i could sense it every minute
i probably would love myself more
hey you know, maybe, i need to really love myself, to live, you know] 

  (mmm yeah, you... should.) 

[really thats what you think? wow, im feeling so happy right now, happy without being, you know] 

 

  (mmm you should be)

 

[hey you know, i wish i could really love myself
it shouldn't be so difficult
girl
i mean
look at you
wow
and your words 
wow
i wish i could do that
love myself
and be comfortable
you love yourself and you love your self
you know]

 

  (mmm yeah, 
  it's all alright
  really)

 

[can i watch when you roll this time?
you're so beautiful  
i want to cry]

 

  (mmm yeah... sure 
 easy now,
 breathe deep
 pass left,
 give dammit!
 you bitch.)

 

 

 

life spectrum

a single strand of light

falls broken.

on my hand, a million pieces.

and yet,

when i walk away,

its whole again.

the warmth i can sense,

it skims

so gently on my skin; 

and yet,

when i draw away,

its cold again. 

around me, 

everything i see,

is real. or is it;

                if its the light,

                that makes it so?                              

                             tell me...

                             don't you know?

 

You wait, patiently. But...

 

 " 

and when i finish,
sifting through moon dust;

maybe i will;

know that there is 
nothing more, 
to find.  

and then maybe;
we can hold hands 
under starry skies.  

But 
would you want to,
then?

if i said,
that it was too soon. 

for the stars,
are lonely company; 

and that i,
killed the moon. 

                                 " 

The End .break of Reality.

I've been having blogger trouble(or atleast thats what i hope!) because new updates of the story supposedly have'nt been showing up. This, is just a reminder. Hope you've enjoyed it so far! the story and the wait.

:)

<3

Meg

For the full story   . break of Reality .

. break of Reality .

Episode 1 . the overture .

The tiny vial seemed to rebel inside his clenched fist, throbbed like it had a heart beat.

“It needs to be done, I cannot and will not live like this anymore.”

He almost threw the bottle away, but instead the arm swept a smooth arc and it landed right side up on the counter, where it sat, still throbbing, as if feeding on the life-energy around it.

“two drops should do it”

The first one fell even before he realized and the next one seemed freeze just above the rim of the cup.

His vision misted.

*Those eyes* How he loved to seek them out amongst a hundred other familiar ones, how they’d widen, first with alarm, then annoyance and then soften with affectionate reproach before looking away.
There was always trust in them, trust and hope, but even those could not hide the streak of pride than ran behind.
and when they held hands for the first time, far away from the inquisitive looks, those tender fingers spoke of love, acceptance and longing.

It wasn’t soon before they built their cocoon and filled it with laughter, lattes , love and lazy afternoon conversations.

And it wasn’t too soon before it started.
It was low then, like the rumble before a engine fires up, but steadily it kicked into life and with it the disagreements, the fierce monologues and the scorching silences. It permeated every living second. The days disappeared under intense activity and the nights into forced resignation.

He saw it coming, he even asked to be left alone, repeatedly, so that they both could find some peace. But each time that defiant pride mowed him down.
And now it had to come to this.

“Raghav, I’m home. Are you in the kitchen? I smell lasagna”

Raghav wiped his hands with a fresh tissue and threw it into the dustbin where the empty bottle lay bleeding the last few drops of its vile blood into a old dishcloth.

. break of Reality .

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4