shhh....

 
Dance into the wee hours of the night
Till you drop into a heavy heap
Not an ounce of energy left
Only the urge to do that last step

Let the music ring in your head
forever, from now to eternity
It's the mad who hear the unheard
If that be music, who wants serenity
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Forget that the night is still young
Waiting for something to happen
Walk out into the deserted open
Into the waiting arms of the darkness
No visions, no callings tonight
To meddle with pure happiness
If this be madness, I embrace thee
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Deal the cards one last time
I need to recoup my lost stakes
What's it worth if it can't be lost
posted by Hash at 7:27 AM

 
Whenever I listen to the song 'Mun paniya..' from the film Nandha I hang on to each word to see if can detect a trace, however minuscule, of senility in the voice. Nope, I haven't been successful even after innumerable replays. SPB does really well.
Why does this song haunt me so much?
Is it that infernal leitmotif again?
posted by Hash at 7:22 AM

 
What happens to all the time that is killed?
It gets interred in the depths of memory.

Am I happy?
posted by Hash at 7:15 AM

 
Look for happiness elsewhere, you will find it nowhere..
Feel it here, and you can find it anywhere..
The secret to happiness is not in finding the beggar only to discover that he doesn't wear a shirt. If you didn't get the context, sorry kiddo, you are at the wrong place. Go out and play ball. Actually it is not a bad idea. It keeps you fit and tempers your humour.
I am angry. Against. Nothing in specific. These days wherever I go, whatever I read, watch, I am getting only lesson. To channelise ones energy. I guess everybody is endowed with the same quantum of energy which we choose in our own ways, as our fancy deems fit, expend. So what am I spending as?
Let me put a stop to this confusion...

posted by Hash at 6:29 AM