Moving on.....

I've finally moved to Wordpress. No more mirroring.... all the 'reflecting' shall be done at

http://dailyrium.wordpress.com/

Do drop by 'once in a while' :)

Knock Knock!

Knock Knock!
Who’s there?
Unni!
Unni who?
Unee a dose of delirium!

Change

Change is the metric for quantifying life.

Bounded

Blood rushes to the brain
and anger into the eyes
bound by compulsions
shackled by obligations
helpless, we watch the drama unfold.

But helpless are we?
Are the chains for real?

Belief

The tangible presence of an invisible force only felt
can push you beyond the precipice of belief.

Riding on a high

The incredibe rush while riding on a high
doesn’t last while the world passes you by

Evolve

Do people hate to evolve?
Or may be they are simply stubborn.
All it requires is a little resolve.
To get rid of that scorn.

Rebel

Compliance destroys ambition, shatters dreams
makes you slave around like cattle.
Break out of your shell, act on your instincts
give life a direction, a meaning, a purpose.
Rebel

All yours

The ravines are yours to scale
and imprints for you to leave.
While others wait to regale
the story is all yours to weave

Plunge

Ride the wave,
reach out to the fantasy.
Take the plunge,
nothing will ever come easy.

Genius

Genius is but a fleeting moment in the midst of mediocrity.
lest we stay in the moment, its forever lost in continuity.

Wasted

Its human to feel wasted,
like a lifetime of sacrilege.

I tell myself.

Cold

The sight of the cold lowering itself onto the plains,
as grim as the shroud being pulled over the dead.
you convulse as the chill bites into your hands,
spare a thought for the homeless as you cower under the spread.

Drive

Create silence in the head to clear the blur
focus on the intention for the means to appear

Humans

We are so complex a species,
because we compress the entire gamut of emotions into seconds.
We are so complex a species,
because, yet, we are so superficial about it.

BANG!

a shot fired in indiscretion
a life lost in vain
a lifetime of repentance
and the soul slain.

In weakness

In that defining moment of weakness, you seek
a touch, a cuddle, a shoulder, anything alive
hoping someone would understand the gravity
hoping someone would understand you

Reality check

The aroma of desires that brings fragrance to your life
turns to odour when the bitter truths you realize

Losing it

You consume the potent concoction of heady dreams
all fear of control lost, you will seek more
but, silence the conscience when it screams
and only visions of a dark bleak future will lie in store

The Recluse

Restless, i prowl the corridors
craving for the first spray of rain
An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd
the garb of happiness i feign
In the wave of humanity i long for a touch
anticipating, all in vain
Withering from the insides
in melancholy i still remain