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Psychedelic He(Art): Illusion
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Friday, August 31, 2007. Here I am, sitting in the shadows. of my own dreams. I am trying to hide in here, hiding from the world, from people, from myself. And thus, from the shadows, I am trying to observe the world around me, and see if it means anything to me, if I mean anything to it. And yet again, a doubt creeps in, is it the world thats an illusion? Or, is it me? Is it that the world doesn't notice me? Or, is it that I am oblivious to it? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Psychedelic He(Art): July 2007
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Sunday, July 15, 2007. On a high, I sit and watch things around me. My demented mind seems to be making multiple interpretations of everything around me, right or wrong not being the question at all. The blue light and the songs seem to be augmenting the experience of it all. And as I keep looking at the source of the blue light, I can feel myself rising and drifting. up, up. right into the blue bulb, and suddenly everything around me disappears into a voluminous ambiance of blue light. Loneliness is not...
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Psychedelic He(Art): October 2006
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Wednesday, October 04, 2006. I am still wondering, can I remove the black veil, can I fight the darkness and let the light spread around, can I ever talk to myself again? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I wish I could understand myself better than I do now. View my complete profile. Rishit Neogi [Of allusions, illusions and delusions]. Rishit Neogi [The Flavour of A Smudge]. Rishit Neogi [who knows? Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
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Psychedelic He(Art): My Definition of Life... Revisited
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Sunday, September 02, 2007. My Definition of Life. Revisited. Sun and Rain and Smiles and Pain,. Nights and Days and Gloom and Glaze,. Quill of Feather and Edge of Knife,. Yes, my friends, That is Life. Sitting at the shrine of solitude, at the bottom of my own heart, I was going over these very lines of mine. Pondering, wondering. what made me write these? Is this really what I feel about life? Is it that I have never been happy in my soul, that I have never smiled from my heart? View my complete profile.
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Maverick: November 2008
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Sunday, November 9, 2008. My lonely girl, caught in a storm. Do you hear the winds moan. The sky flashes angry tears tonight. Where do you wander all alone. I have known your kind, lady lover. Creep out at night like a rambling witch. With ankles deep in moors discover. Cruel ways to beguile, bewitch. I saw you wander in a tawny wood. And sing incantations to the air. A woman, often misunderstood. A little evil, beyond repair. You tear assunder and recombine. Bits of me, beloved witch. Links to this post.
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Psychedelic He(Art): Footprints
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007. I kept walking,. Away from myself,. Away from you,. Unsure of direction,. My heart and soul blue,. It got darker,. My eyes weeping,. Never knowing why,. My mind sleeping,. Shards of glass,. Cutting me apart,. The pain only grew,. Heavy like my heart,. Howling in my ears,. Deep, like pain,. Moist, with tears,. Cold, distant,. Silent, smiling,. I wept, I cried,. Have you seen the jhony walker liquor logo? A picture worth a million words.:). Tue Sep 25, 07:55:00 AM GMT-7.
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Maverick: May 2009
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Sunday, May 31, 2009. I curl myself in a box, pinstriped. Odd bits of old confetti . Toes crushed against folded photographs, the first ballerina shoe. Shiny pebbles, a movie script and chocolate wrappers. Christmas bells and torn pages of a diary. I close my eyes to make a . Time capsule, to be buried for years till. Present thoughts become a confused smile, a memory. . I bury me under the Rowan tree, covered by berries and speckled red flowers . The earth growing warmer, I hear. I wish to turn.
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Maverick: July 2009
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Thursday, July 9, 2009. All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up;. That emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Good Films,Bad Films. All emotions are pure which gather you and lift y.
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Maverick: March 2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008. Have been hibernating for too long. So picked up this tag from Amazing Grey. S blog. Some poetaster rhymes for my patient, forbearing fellow-bloggers-. A for anger, and a bit of heaven when we make up. B for banana pancakes, brush strokes across my easel. C for chocolates, dark, sinful, caffeine in a coffee cup. D for daddy and death when pop goes the weasel. E for emotions when expectations. F for football matches, food, freedom , fiction. J for Jack in the box from days gone by.
