Sleep, Sweet Sleep..

Never make a bad day, a miserable one.

Just go to sleep. DON'T think too much.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Oh yea, one more thing...
GAH.

Gah..

This picture is pretty much summing up my day..

The day isn't over yet..

It all gets better in the evenings..

Me and My Filmy Perspective...

Another day, comes to an end. I really don't know why I write here. No special reason. Just to connect with my inner voice.

Yes. My inner voice. A crying a machine it is. I tell it to hold on again and again and again. But it just won't listen. It needs someone to hold onto, and in a world like today. Holding onto somebody means stumbling and falling down.

Today I went out. I've realised that, going out really helps me. Looking at the world move, makes me forget myself, for a little while.

I feel good today. I thank the lord, everytime this happens.

He's telling me a story. I've listened a lot. Now I just need a conclusion. A happy ending. Maybe, even a kiss. Gah.

The filmy perspective, is just too beautiful.

Bed time. With my angel Norah singing to me. I love her. Got an early start tomorrow.

Waiting..

A new day. A fresh new take on life. Wake up. Feel good for half an hour, after which the mind comes back to the miserable state again.

I've forgotten how happiness felt like. Really.

I won't call myself depressed, and go to a psychiatrist because I haven't got down to breaking stuff. Committing suicide (although I think about it many times)

Maybe its my unfulfilled dreams. Maybe its my degree. Maybe anything. I'll let time heal me and I'll wait.

Lets see how ruthless life can be. I'll keep on waiting...

My Half-Filled Glass

Here I am again, to cry my heart out. Nobody will read this, that I know. Maybe after some years when I read this, I may laugh at myself as to how sick I was. Or maybe I'll just realise that some things never change. Only He has the answer..

Once upon a time, I wanted to get on stage and sing my heart out. Like any dream. I ran after it. I fell flat on my face.

Once upon a time, somebody loved me. I gave it all I had. Fell flat on my face.

Now I write and write. Life's put me down. So I weave words, to bring out that pain. The pain never ceases to exist.

Keep on moving. Keep on fighting. Never give up. The usual cliche thoughts. Moving on is just a "default" option. Nothing can substitute the feeling of victory. But sometimes, its just on written...

I stopped going for gigs. I hardly watch artists performing live. When I see em, I see my broken dream. I start feeling the pain all over again.


You'll only walk the walks, you're MEANT to walk. You'll only get stuff, you're MEANT to get.

Till now, I feel incomplete. Of all the aspirations and dreams, one need stands above. The need of "Love"...

Coz

My life's like a half filled glass. Nobody really wants to drink from it. They all think its a wasted one...


Such is my life. *sigh*

E N D

..Life..

My life is always swinging between the light and the shadows. Don't really know if this has just started happening recently or was I always like this.

In the morning, I was feeling awesome. In the evening, I was feeling miserable again. I worked on a track. Felt awesome again. Then realised its not good enough. Felt miserable again.

We keep on living. But our happiness becomes short living.

They call it "Depression". I call it "Life".

Gah.

PS: I've tried to sing one of my favorite songs. I guess I haven't ruined it completely. Hear and bear-

www.soundcloud.com/punkster-101/the-scientist-by-coldplay-vocal-cover

Bleh..

Hi. This is the first post. Won't go with the usual my first post shit.

The purpose of creating this blog is to echo my voice out to the mere
emptiness. The cry maybe a happy or a sad one. Mostly I am in a
cynical mood, so the possibility of the latter type of cry is more.

I've been in a super ugly state of mind lately. I feel, the way I'm supposed to
feel in my mid 50s. Calling a person depressed, is
really easy. Its all due to the these circumstances screwing around
with you. The so called "Normal" people won't understand.

On August 25th 2010, I quit Twitter. A very important part of my life.
But it was an addiction, so its fine. I won't lie. I miss it.

Sometimes you gotta do things you don't like, just to bring out better
and newer possibilities.

I started feeling better. All thanks to this lovely lady. Now, I've
fallen in love with her. She's an angel. Its this love, that's making
me feel better...





Punky loves you, Norah and will always do...
Till the end of time....