tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132434302011-11-28T05:18:41.407+05:30The ramblings of asgardjunkie ... past and present.asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-53348125627720890102008-08-15T22:58:00.002+05:302008-08-15T23:06:27.497+05:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SKW-iYI82_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/anxiqg4hKwY/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234799639692893170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SKW-iYI82_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/anxiqg4hKwY/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No direction</div><br /><div>No ambition</div><br /><div>No more paths to take.</div><br /><div>No courage</div><br /><div>No determination</div><br /><div>Here finishes the quest.</div><br /><div>No strength</div><br /><div>No gumption</div><br /><div>This is how the story ends.</div><br /><div>No feelings</div><br /><div>No emotions</div><br /><div>Except for an overwhelming sense of despair</div><br /><div>No friends</div><br /><div>No foes</div><br /><div>Fated to walk alone.</div><br /><div>No laughter</div><br /><div>No more tears</div><br /><div>Just a sarcastic grimace.</div><br /><div>No dreams</div><br /><div>No ideals</div><br /><div>They died alone in the cold.</div><br /><div>No communication</div><br /><div>No exchange</div><br /><div>I locked myself in this cell and threw the keys away.</div><br /><div>No reasons to get up</div><br /><div>No more strife</div><br /><div>I choose to waste this life away.</div><br /><div>No humanity</div><br /><div>Nothing</div><br /><div>I lost myself</div><br /><div>Somewhere in the abyss</div><br /><div>Just a shell of what is</div><br /><div>And could have been.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-5334812562772089010?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-7973717113253348642008-08-08T10:48:00.002+05:302008-08-08T10:55:57.411+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJvYsUOFfnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ONlfSi3SiWQ/s1600-h/DSC02494.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232013647974596210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJvYsUOFfnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ONlfSi3SiWQ/s320/DSC02494.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's raining</div><br /><div>And then it shines</div><br /><div>It's raining</div><br /><div>And then it shines</div><br /><div>Stop complaining</div><br /><div>Everything is fine</div><br /><div>It's raining</div><br /><div>And then it shines</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No more explosions</div><br /><div>Such a peaceful life</div><br /><div>No more explosions</div><br /><div>Just a gradual decline</div><br /><div>This sameness</div><br /><div>Encompasses all that I see</div><br /><div>Such lameness</div><br /><div>Is so becoming on me</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Searching and seeking</div><br /><div>For all of your life</div><br /><div>Happier now that</div><br /><div>There's nothing to find</div><br /><div>Nothing to hide</div><br /><div>Nothing to lose</div><br /><div>Nothing to choose</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's raining</div><br /><div>But then it shines</div><br /><div>Stop complaining</div><br /><div>Everything is fine</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I don't need the plains</div><br /><div>And I don't need the peaks</div><br /><div>This endless plateau</div><br /><div>Is just fine with me</div><br /><div>Some can fly high</div><br /><div>And most fall down</div><br /><div>Just leave me alone</div><br /><div>To trudge on my piece of ground</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's my piece of ground</div><br /><div>All around</div><br /><div>My piece of ground</div><br /><div>Leave me alone</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's raining</div><br /><div>But then it shines</div><br /><div>Stop complaining</div><br /><div>Everything is fine.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-797371711325334864?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-26012015348968726902008-08-05T12:42:00.002+05:302008-12-09T18:00:23.603+05:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJf-fDaDdEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RyHVfyV2vLY/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230929301658104898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJf-fDaDdEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RyHVfyV2vLY/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On my way</div><br /><div>On my way</div><br /><div>To college</div><br /><div>And back</div><br /><div>I found a place</div><br /><div>I found a place</div><br /><div>Where I'd like to die</div><br /><div>Standing atop the embankment</div><br /><div>In the blazing sun</div><br /><div>Looking down at the</div><br /><div>Lush green foliage beneath</div><br /><div>And railway tracks</div><br /><div>Four in all</div><br /><div>With cobbled stones</div><br /><div>Communing with Mother Nature</div><br /><div>But the best things in life are manmade</div><br /><div>Thick power cables</div><br /><div>Stretching for miles above</div><br /><div>And a sign that said</div><br /><div>Danger ! 25000 Volts</div><br /><div>So inviting</div><br /><div>So inviting.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-2601201534896872690?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-21864928576064505942008-08-04T12:32:00.002+05:302008-12-09T18:00:23.856+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJarwKuRtdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yZTc9UQYUv4/s1600-h/DSC02716.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230556861237933522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJarwKuRtdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yZTc9UQYUv4/s320/DSC02716.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Claustrophobic<br />Little room<br />Little room<br />Filled to the brim<br />Artifacts<br />Lost tracks<br />Television screens<br />Neon dreams<br />Painted plastic<br />Aerosol cans<br />Dreams of sailing<br />To foreign lands<br />Entities spawned<br />From different wombs<br />Sometimes singing<br />To the same tune<br />Some a harmony<br />Or a discordant note<br />Half empty bottles<br />And some coke<br />Claustrophobic<br />Little room<br />Little room<br />Endless gloom<br />Forever doomed<br />Welcome to my generation.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-2186492857606450594?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-34585183217824050812008-08-04T12:13:00.002+05:302008-08-04T12:21:46.172+05:3012 years of a lie<br />Flush it down the line<br />Reeking of pain and remorse<br />Now you live with this pain all your life.<br /><br />12 years of a lieAnd the 13th was the truth<br />So scared of ripped illusions and dreams<br />Happier in your own cocoon.<br /><br />Tear away all the shades tonight<br />Let the sun stream in and fill you with light<br />Scorch your flesh till your soul gets burnt<br />Ever closer to the point of no return.<br /><br />Wake up to the light<br />Step out of the cool, dark night,<br />Welcome to reality<br />Things aren't always what you'd like them to be.<br /><br />12 years of a lieEcstatic as it ate up my insides<br />And now I'm too weak to face the truth,<br />To take a stand,<br />Do what I ought to do.<br /><br />12 years of a lie<br />Totally enmeshed in a web of deceit,<br />Freefalling, now that I'm free<br />Why did you take my web away from me ?<br /><br />Tear away all the shades tonight<br />Let the sun stream in and fill you with light<br />Scorch your flesh till your soul gets burnt<br />Ever closer to the point of no return.<br /><br />Wake up to the light<br />Step out of the caress of the night,<br />Welcome to insanity<br />Feel free to take a dip in that sea.<br /><br />12 years of a half-life<br />Almost radioactive inside,<br />In the 13th, I'm disintegrating fast<br />Ash to ash and dust to dust.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-3458518321782405081?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-51690826501937890322008-08-03T17:01:00.004+05:302008-12-09T18:00:24.290+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJWZJ-97CpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8wRo85i9MjI/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230254939061291666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJWZJ-97CpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8wRo85i9MjI/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Now I'm fresh, dressed<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/SJWYVxF39II/AAAAAAAAAHA/TkK1HTl7j5I/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><div>Bathed and sprayed</div><br /><br /><div>Ready to hit the bed</div><br /><br /><div>And arise in the night</div><br /><br /><div>(While half the world sleeps</div><br /><br /><div>And the rest is awake)</div><br /><br /><div>A lonely watch I keep</div><br /><br /><div>Upon these empty seas</div><br /><br /><div>Eyes, limbs and senses</div><br /><br /><div>Attuned to the things I must do</div><br /><br /><div>While my thoughts fly</div><br /><br /><div>Far away</div><br /><br /><div>To meet you.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-5169082650193789032?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-44010228908496332232008-08-03T16:52:00.003+05:302008-08-03T17:00:22.334+05:30Dark blue under silver light<br />With purple pulsing in his veins<br />With love and loathing I approach<br />To ease the lust that engulfs me.<br /><br />A touch, a caress, but not a kiss<br />Under pretexts, another name<br />Guilt and shame fuse with pleasure<br />As bodies mingle like a flame.<br /><br />Old friendships dimmed and new ones forged<br />To be broken anew in the wheel of time<br />Yet a faint memory remains<br />Of a master and his slaves behind.<br /><br />Delight! To initiate, teach and destroy<br />Old barriers that are left behind<br />Broaden our horizons<br />To encompass the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">possibilities</span> of body and mind.<br /><br />Perhaps he remembers in some distant corner<br />A vague and shadowy memory<br />Now the teachers are taught and stand alone<br />My Aquarius, come to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-4401022890849633223?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-51648111623629303642008-02-20T12:53:00.003+05:302008-02-20T12:58:30.617+05:30<div>Careening velocities</div><br /><div>In hurtling steel steeds</div><br /><div>Ever farther away from me</div><br /><div>Misty Blue</div><br /><div>Where are u ?</div><br /><div>Where are u ?</div><br /><div>Where are u ?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hurtling away</div><br /><div>Through the hillsides</div><br /><div>Iron wheels eating up the miles</div><br /><div>Nodding off</div><br /><div>When I need u</div><br /><div>Where are u ?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A sleepless soul that weeps</div><br /><div>Do you listen or are you asleep ?</div><br /><div>For you</div><br /><div>Misty Blue</div><br /><div>Where are you ?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I wish for telepathy</div><br /><div>A connection</div><br /><div>A goddamn phonecall will do</div><br /><div>But the sounds of your silence surround me</div><br /><div>Misty Blue</div><br /><div>Where are u ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-5164811162362930364?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-30791513496989804382008-02-20T12:23:00.008+05:302008-12-09T18:00:24.527+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/R7vSwIwC3JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_Mlav-JFAhQ/s1600-h/DSC02621.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168956721762327698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6VIgik_OGdk/R7vSwIwC3JI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_Mlav-JFAhQ/s320/DSC02621.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><span>Dew kissed tracks<br />On a foggy winter morning<br />The smells of burnt coal<br />Mingle with your perfume<br />We were young then<br />And innocent<br />And all of life and love<br />Was ours for the taking.<br /><br /><br />Furtive glances<br />In crowded rooms<br />A feeling<br />So brand new<br />It lifted our spirits<br />And made us soar<br />We were young then<br />And how we flew<br />Wind dancing with fire<br />Under morning dew.<br /><br /><br />So young and naive<br />With convictions so strong<br />That life and love<br />Were ours to take on<br />We were young then<br />And destined to be<br />Proclaimed by soothsayers<br />Or so it seemed.</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-3079151349698980438?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-141413997742276302008-02-20T11:58:00.000+05:302008-02-20T11:59:37.775+05:30<p>Midnight in a claustrophobic metropolitan flat</p><p>Wishing for a burst of nicotine</p><p>Midnight with nicotine oozing out of me</p><p>Wishing for a limousine.</p><p>Well I got everything I want</p><p>Well I got everything I need</p><p>When I have everything I want</p><p>Is when I start to bleed.</p><p>Midnight in my lover's arms</p><p>Longing for the days I was free</p><p>Forgetting all the tears I shed</p><p>Unwelcome escape from misery</p><p>Well I got everything I want</p><p>Well I got everything I need</p><p>When I have everything I want</p><p>Is when I start to bleed.</p><p>Happily, home-fed, lazy bum</p><p>Singing the home-sick blues</p><p>Overworked, malnourished, wage slave</p><p>Wishing for a home to go to</p><p>Well I got everything I want</p><p>Well I got everything I need</p><p>But no matter how much I get</p><p>It's never enough to still my greed.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-14141399774227630?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-26121284059754234432008-02-20T11:52:00.004+05:302008-08-05T17:56:44.703+05:30<p>(I think you'll be happy now</p><p>That I'm giving up to go</p><p>There's a legitimacy to your claims</p><p>Towards the fruition of your needs.)</p><p></p><p>Witness the farce as along we sway</p><p>To the beat of the conductors symphony</p><p>That was corrupted by the sweat of millions</p><p>Such a basic human necessity</p><p></p><p>Witness the roles so defined we play</p><p>Acting to the invisible directions</p><p>Etched in by a hundred generations</p><p>The rigid mores of society</p><p></p><p>A thousand years of civilization</p><p>Dragging me down, down, down ............</p><p>(A hundred years of slavery</p><p>Left me with a perpetual frown)</p><p></p><p>Seize and shackle the hands of the free</p><p>Until they conform to all we believe</p><p>Destroy all in the name of a god</p><p>We aren't very sure exists</p><p></p><p>Hatred in the hands of the righteous</p><p>The most powerful weapon ever known</p><p>Flung like thunderbolts clothed in orange</p><p>To sear and ravage your home</p><p></p><p>A thousand years of civilization</p><p>Dragging me down, down, down ...........</p><p>(A million strands of DNA</p><p>Keeping me chained to the ground)</p><p></p><p>Come over and look at me</p><p>I am what you should aspire to be</p><p>Recognise the qualities of a patriot</p><p>A narrow minded, mindless bigot</p><p></p><p>I'll smash all that I don't like</p><p>Crush every beauty I see</p><p>Take all that I want and is not mine</p><p>It's the sovereign right of the free</p><p></p><p>Follow me as I lead</p><p>Our land into the sixteenth century</p><p>We can't compete so we may as well recede</p><p>From the annals of modernity</p><p></p><p>(All hail the gods that kill</p><p>We're overpopulated anyway)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-2612128405975423443?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13243430.post-1117310652490637952005-05-29T01:27:00.000+05:302005-05-29T01:34:12.493+05:30Somebody get me a comfortable chair, broadband, chocochip cookies (not fake chocolate), another job, an interview with paris hilton, Jon davis' face and body, etc, etc, before you expect me to sit my assdown and write something that nobody's going to want to read anyway. ANd if you are, well don't you have better things to do with your time. Go save the dodo from extinction or something. I will be back.<br />SOmeday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13243430-111731065249063795?l=asgardjunkie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>asgardjunkiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14896131207218221713noreply@blogger.com7