Saturday, June 28, 2014

A treatise on the beauty and soundness of the musicality of the night

... In the dark of the night, when all is quite. The world which we inhibit becomes haunted. Not by ghouls, ghosts, and monsters. Oh no! those things are just a figment of our imagination, it's just our way of coping with the horrors that we see around everyday. These creatures that inhibit the night are not sinister, well maybe some of them are, but not all of them. Some of these creatures are just bound to surface at night, the others are just creatures of habit. But these creatures are really not our concern. I merely mentioned them in the passing. Just so you know, you know. Our concern, is the night itself.

The night in itself is quite intriguing. For me it is at least. For those of you who do not find it intriguing, I actually pity the fact that you people have quite limited intelligences at your disposal. This will be further strengthen by the fact that you people must never have heard the night either. To your ordinary faculties, all that you can perceive is the silence of the night. But to a more developed persona, the night offers musics from the celestial orbs themselves. Before moving on the to the next point in this treatise let me recap what I have elaborate so far. To those of you who have ordinary faculties, the night appears mundane and boring because all you see is the darkness and all you hear is silence. To those with more evolved faculties, the night appears more alive then the day itself. The night has sights for the beholder to behold which are not even possible during the harsh day time. The music form the celestial orbs that permeates the night and drowns even the sweetest melodies from the greatest of the mortal composers.

So far we have covered five of the basic senses that every human being has evolved with. I would have covered more senses but given that these senses are only accessible by the more highly evolved amongst us, it would be unfair to the ordinary people and tantamount to flaunting, a gentleman never flaunts ...

Excerpt from 'A treatise on the beauty and soundness of the musicality of the night' from the desk of anon. I found these while ruffling through some old manuscripts I found here and there. And might I add on a very related note, it is quite windy here today.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Lorde & Ellipsoid

Lorde, has an amazing voice. I think I am beginning to fall in love with the voice.

Also, on an unrelated note, if you are looking to pack things in the most optimal manner, epllipsoid is the shape to go with.

Saturday, June 14, 2014


Broken into a million little pieces, each piece going about its own separate direction. Each locked in it own struggle, each in its own dimension. And in the midst of it all you, trying to break free. Free from what. That is the question. Seemingly you are free. Seemingly. That is the point. You are bound, shackled. True freedom is not yours. The most you will inherit as far as freedom is concerned is what your parents. They did not have much either. You keeping struggling until you realize it is futile and you give up. Then you are freed. But that freedom is not worth anything by then because by then you are caged, in your mind. Keep struggling for freedom and it is never given. That noose around your neck, it tightens. You do not have the strength necessary to break free. You though you did. But you don't. You should give up. That is the prudent thing to do. To give up. To let go. You should. Shouldn't you. It is not in your nature. And then there are these bouts of doubt. Making you second guess your every decision. Doubt is a fire. It consumes you. Hell bound, been around. The world frowns, time slowdowns. Resilience.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Dead of the night

The dead of the night,
A full moon howling,
Wake up in the night,
The cold winds bellow,
A lark's song is sung,
Look the stars do shine,
The ghosts whisper aloud,
A lost soul walks by,
Stare into its eyes,
The deathless stare beckons,
A calm engulfs you,
Back again to sweet slumber.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014


The sky split asunder,
with a loud thunder
To answer to the Lord of Hell,
the old gods, they fell
Deep down you all know
It isn't going to help you.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Just rude

Now I understand why I used to write. Why I still am doing what I am doing. Writing for me is like an outlet, an expression to curb the inhibitions in reality. In reality I am just a jerk. Not a bad guy, no not necessarily. Just rude, that is what I am.