What i am!!
Abstractness is a friend, a compatriot, a partner.It helps you think what you might not normally think, which is what i believe in.....view everything from a different angle.What i write is simply what i feel, when i feel it, and how i feel it, it's not what i'm asked to write, it's what i want to write, all my writings are dedicated to some very special people, who inspire me to write.Thank you!!
The first stroke on the canvas!
Naqsh
:The journey from start to end, the first strike of the chisel on a rock to make a sculpture!
Naqsh
kNuMB:Pronounced as Numb, is symbolic of the phase that transcends the physical world connecting a person with the spiritual energy of the universe. One might be numb by worldly standard but is in fact on a heightened plane of awareness, of energy and of enlightenment. All of kNuMB’s music reflects this phase, this sudden rush of energy which gives birth to music in our case and all art in general. Only art is everlasting, hard hitting and binds us all in a silent understanding of the things the artist has felt and tried to convey to his listeners.
kNumb
Sometimes you just feel you were destined for greatness, and sometimes you feel as if you're good for nothing, times change, but the person doesn't, have faith in yourself, faith can do what noone else can!
Somethings end, somethings don't mean to end but they do, they just rust, fade away slowly.But then again where there is deforming there is always reforming.That is what Ibteda is all about.A new beginning, moving on....!!
Previous Ramblings
- I spoke through silence,
and it retained my lie,
I...
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Seven colours,
two rivers,
one shore,
my home.
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- Floating like a dead body,
on a river so far away,...
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Like a silent raindrop,
I fall,
on the ground b...
- In the dark,
the eerie moon,
the lucid veil,
such ...
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Of a heart shaped round,
ball of light, aura of...
- Maybe life is a reason,
and I am the cause,
but wh...
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I look out of the frame of reference and find an...
- A walk in the park,
a past for my future,
hope is ...
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Walking on water,
drowns me and my dream,
broken...
Chronicles
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
The mask of the weird grin has been rusted. Now that i've taken it off, I wander around outside in the cold waiting for someone to throw me a warm reception of feel but sadly that is not the case. Seems like the mask was the only thing that connected my forlorn existence with the ecstatic world that is today. I mean who can wear a rusted mask for long?. Deception and false allegations are a part of everyday life now that I've taken the mask off. Or did it come off all by itself showing me what the world "Really" is. I guess the latter stands corrected here because all of this is pretty valid and pretty to the point. You conform and you're fine, you try to be yourself you'll get nowhere. Maybe I was better off in my "alternate pseudo-realistic world", atleast it was my utopia and I knew how things went around in there. Sometimes in life, yes sometimes you really do start to hate yourself for the way you are, but after a deep thought process I've come to the conclusion that it really isn't your fauilt. It's the people around you that make you think and see life like the way they want to see it. And in that process they quarantine your brain so much that you stop thinking like you did and start blaming yourself for every little thing that went wrong. Thats the effect that takes place on your brain. And trust me this is a big one. When you're at the right side when you were meant to be on the left side, it really really does hurt. When you ask someone something and they reciprocate that very thing and totally drift away blaming you for something that happened somewhere back in time which you'd already forgotten about, it really does hurt. These things are enough to make you want to stop believing in the term "friend", "care" "love" "affection". And at the end of the day you are by yourself. People will actually eat you and make you a step to walk on. Even your closest friends will. Thats a give in. It's bound to happen. No matter how much someone says he loves you and cares for you or will be by your side forever, after two months you'll see a very very different side of that very person who called you his best friend just 50 days before. Is THAT what you call being friends?. When you call someone a friend you're supposed to bury his bad qualities in a grave and forgot where the grave was. Not many people do that, not many at all. Nothing is as it seems, nothing. But then again why would you want to be with such people is the question?. The thing is you can't really help it. Try it for yourself, it's free to try. It's amazing how people can just change like that. Eventhough they are so concious about the way they are that they won't ever admit it and inturn blame it on you, yet again. Insecure bastards I say. It's high time to get up on the stage and say "fuck you" to the crowd and just leave. No matter how many "friends" you have in the crowd who WILL definitely say "Oh my you said the F word to us, you're not a friend you're this, you're that". I ask "Where was your concern and that oh-i'm-so-innocent attitude when you were stomping over my very existence. It was high time to take a stand and well I took it. And even though I'm locked inside this dungeon over here, deep within the gorge of the desert far away from nevermore, I have no regrets whatsoever. It's better to be away from this world and suffocate than be in it and not suffocate.
Locked inside a castle of dreams,
Where fire surrounds the way,
where the dungeon of fate,
locks the soul of peace in cell 568.
But I have no regrets whatsoever,
because as far as I can remember,
I never did, never have, never will,
because i've spitted out that hate pill.
And now even if I suffocate,
and it's myself I exterminate,
I won't have a single regret,
Because now it's very easy to forget.
The fact that I was alone,
in the dark, the sun shone,
but i've broken this glass of deciet,
and now my motives I will complete.
And as I penned down these very words, this one song constantly went through my head and fitted this whole thing perfectly.
Once divided...nothing left to subtract...
Some words when spoken... can’t be taken back...
Walks on his own...
with thoughts he can’t help thinking...
Future’s above...but in the past he’s slow and sinking...
Caught a bolt ’a lightnin’...cursed the day he let it go...
Nothingman...Isn’t it something? Nothingman...
She once believed...in every story he had to tell...
One day she stiffened... took the other side...
Empty stares... from each corner of a shared prison cell...
One just escapes...one’s left inside the well...
And he who forgets...will be destined to remember..
Nothingman... Isn’t it something? Nothingman...
Oh, she don’t want him... Oh, she won’t feed him...
after he’s flown away...Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...
(Nothingman- Pearl Jam)
[unreflecting belief]__ hashriani at 9:51 AM
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