They are restless they demand their pound of flesh. They supply me with the power to weave stories and to be strong.. but they demand their pound of flesh. I am not sure of what they want. But rest assured I will give in to their demands.
I know a blog is not supposed to be like this but then today it shall be like this. Let me talk about my demons who can never be allowed to rest in peace. It is unlikely that I will ever be free from them but then I dont want either. My life has been a rollercoaster and what has been the significant point is the capacity of mine to hold on. Yesterday this darling boi called me a source of strenght. Alas boi if only u knew how shattered and broken am I.
To be honest its not me but my demons who have carried on.. They have possed me and have made this fragile frame go on. May be its time they be given what they want.Alas dad ur son cant be what u want him to be. Dont know my karmas which made me have u guys as my folks!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Saturday, August 4, 2007
The first post
Its some time since I had a desire of hosting a blog. Who knows why as most likely I will not share this with anyone. Not because I am shy to share my thoughts but mostly because I wont remember the blog address. But still this sunday noon, with my dog growling over his food I had nothing else to do ,let me give it a go.
The problem with me is that my emotions are not under my control. At times they behave as docile children but then at times they are as bad as a friend of mine. Why only yesterday I had an attack of what I would call "Bear-with-a-coldtitis". The poor people with whom I was to have dinner had no idea what was wrong with me. Thanks to the disease ... the dinner was far less palatable than it was
Now this calls for serious thinking. Why cant I try and be level headed when it comes to emotions? May be because I am human after all and not as perfect as I would like to be? The question which arises next is then why do I feel bad about the emotional upheveals that happen? Maybe thats a sign that if I try to control them I can ..
Tough quesation Will think over it. But now I guess I have to squease me out of the jam I have gotten myself into by giving the dog more than he can eat.
Bad dog him
The problem with me is that my emotions are not under my control. At times they behave as docile children but then at times they are as bad as a friend of mine. Why only yesterday I had an attack of what I would call "Bear-with-a-coldtitis". The poor people with whom I was to have dinner had no idea what was wrong with me. Thanks to the disease ... the dinner was far less palatable than it was
Now this calls for serious thinking. Why cant I try and be level headed when it comes to emotions? May be because I am human after all and not as perfect as I would like to be? The question which arises next is then why do I feel bad about the emotional upheveals that happen? Maybe thats a sign that if I try to control them I can ..
Tough quesation Will think over it. But now I guess I have to squease me out of the jam I have gotten myself into by giving the dog more than he can eat.
Bad dog him
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