Clouds

Behind the changing shapes of clouds, hides the water suspended.
Sometimes with a smile on its face, sometimes with a dreams to part.
Deception creates illusions pretty, and underneath its shadow life goes on.
Some nights the rain falls silent, in the pain of the search for a place in your heart.

Everybody Hurts

I'm at a loss of words.
Although the above describes the present perfectly, it is also one of the excuses for my nearly complete absence from blogosphere ever since I returned. I'm just tired of the computer and the web for one(and hostel speeds don't provide any encouragement to someone accustomed to Sweden speeds) and secondly I have been feeling stifled, lost, frustrated and a little dazed all the time so I never felt any zeal to pour out words out of me in any form whatoever. No blogs, no diary, no creative writing, and almost no heart-to-heart talks. But don't think this is because I miss Sweden or hate being back or something. Sweden is thankfully over for good, and I do love IIT a lot.
But now I really hate myself. And I don't think this is like my short-lived old modes which came regularly and disappeared with a kind word and a few smiles. I had been feeling the draining of energy, enthusiasm, worth and confidence out of me for a few days, and tonight it seems the drainage is complete. I think I'd survive though...something tonight told me I neither have a right to live nor die. I can see the mirror now, and I'm not really proud of my reflection any more.
Everybody hurts. Sometimes. Hold on? What for?
duh uh.
It's gonna rain, and it won't be wet.

Some hearts

....can never be parted......

Lost

Sometimes...it's fun to be lost.
Sometimes though, it's funny to be lost.
The rest of the times, you're lost because someone else threw you, or because you didn't have noplace to go to.

Who said life is fair? :)

Getting back

I'm back, to my country, my world, my IIT.
Everything is familiar again, yet not so really.
Things have changed, people have changed.
Or maybe, it is just me...
The good old frustrations rained together
To announce my arrival back to their mercy
Till I relearnt handling them once again
Just like the old me.
Did it ever happen, I ask myself?
Surreal is the word my friend
I feel time-warped, thrown around in past and future
Without a beginning or end...
Wishes desires wants and needs
Most stay unfulfilled or denied
Yet my eyes are finally not sore
Content bliss has replaced my plight
Yes I'm back, but is this me
Sort of hard to understand
The new yr has brought newer eqns
Don't know where do I now stand....