With nimble fingers,
You cradled my dreams.
Held me captive,
With a heavenly gaze.
Fresh like the morning breeze,
You helped me off my knees.
When I'm tired of walking,
I long to see you again.
Soothing Rain, make me yours.
Wash over me, Like a song.
Caress me, make me strong.
Warm sunshine, you are my bliss.
I like the feel
Of your hands upon my head.
You'd carry me
If I asked you, in the night.
My hero, for ever long
My god, if there ever was.
When I'm tired and hungry,
I long to be with you.
Soothing Rain, make me yours.
Wash over me, Like a song.
Caress me, make me strong.
Warm sunshine, you are my bliss.
Soothing Rain, make me yours.
Wash over me, Like a song.
Caress me, make me strong.
Warm sunshine, you are my bliss.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
An outlet
Hmmm... I just got done with a meeting with a couple of professors. Nothing special - just a weekly routine, yeah; just my weekly dose of "I'm a dumb***k".
"AAAAAARGHHH~!%^%^&!!!" is all I'm afraid I'm allowed to put in here. A lot of censor worthy expressions with lots more of the weird-ass symbols, would fall short of doing justice to what i feel right now. Trust me! its not even funny, how much I feel like knocking myself out cold with a frying pan. I'd christen myself Einstein if I understood 5% of what these guys talk. Frikking over achievers, always standing round the corner sporting a "my day's as good as yours sucked!" smile. Oh! lord, I seek swift deliverance.
In retrospect, I always wanted to be the guy who could play the guitar AND understand Maxwell's equations. I can now, in fact play a bit of guitar and as for Maxwell - I appreciate his ability to smoke up and write fiendishly complicated stuff, but now he can lie back, count his blessings and while he's at it, get himself a fine unearthly tan from the infernal heat in hell. How the hell am I supposed to believe that I was created by the same God, who also created Guiseppe Caire? Its during times like these that I fail to acknowledge the existence of an entity worthy of being called God. I'd love to be a really clever person, and I'm even willing to work hard for it, but hell no! This is Graduate School son! you also need some of that "u have it or you dont" stuff (WHAT!! Lycra?). Have it or dont, I dont care - I've always believed that just hard work IS in fact enough. Hopefully it will stand me in good stead. But for now, I'm pretty much done prattling.
"AAAAAARGHHH~!%^%^&!!!" is all I'm afraid I'm allowed to put in here. A lot of censor worthy expressions with lots more of the weird-ass symbols, would fall short of doing justice to what i feel right now. Trust me! its not even funny, how much I feel like knocking myself out cold with a frying pan. I'd christen myself Einstein if I understood 5% of what these guys talk. Frikking over achievers, always standing round the corner sporting a "my day's as good as yours sucked!" smile. Oh! lord, I seek swift deliverance.
In retrospect, I always wanted to be the guy who could play the guitar AND understand Maxwell's equations. I can now, in fact play a bit of guitar and as for Maxwell - I appreciate his ability to smoke up and write fiendishly complicated stuff, but now he can lie back, count his blessings and while he's at it, get himself a fine unearthly tan from the infernal heat in hell. How the hell am I supposed to believe that I was created by the same God, who also created Guiseppe Caire? Its during times like these that I fail to acknowledge the existence of an entity worthy of being called God. I'd love to be a really clever person, and I'm even willing to work hard for it, but hell no! This is Graduate School son! you also need some of that "u have it or you dont" stuff (WHAT!! Lycra?). Have it or dont, I dont care - I've always believed that just hard work IS in fact enough. Hopefully it will stand me in good stead. But for now, I'm pretty much done prattling.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Ghosts of penitence
The Silent night speaks again,
Through the black holes in her eyes.
Questions and Answers
Are exchanged.
Mary Jane she reminisced,
Used to be her friend
Now the fumes of hope have all been
Put away.
She let go of all the strings
And walked into the sunset with the breeze
But she's seen all the time, wandering
Singing songs of pain.
He lies down on his countenance
Ashamed to see the eye.
The faces of his friends are still
Awake.
He sees the blood still dripping down
From the wounds he helped make.
The knife sticks from the backs of those
Betrayed.
The stares he felt were colder than the ice
He shriveled up and curled into a cave
But he's seen all the time, suffering
Singing songs of pain.
Tonight the ghosts of penitence are prowling
Tonight they stand for all to see
But they're here all the time, preaching
singing songs of pain.
Through the black holes in her eyes.
Questions and Answers
Are exchanged.
Mary Jane she reminisced,
Used to be her friend
Now the fumes of hope have all been
Put away.
She let go of all the strings
And walked into the sunset with the breeze
But she's seen all the time, wandering
Singing songs of pain.
He lies down on his countenance
Ashamed to see the eye.
The faces of his friends are still
Awake.
He sees the blood still dripping down
From the wounds he helped make.
The knife sticks from the backs of those
Betrayed.
The stares he felt were colder than the ice
He shriveled up and curled into a cave
But he's seen all the time, suffering
Singing songs of pain.
Tonight the ghosts of penitence are prowling
Tonight they stand for all to see
But they're here all the time, preaching
singing songs of pain.
Monday, February 1, 2010
No Excuses - Alice In Chains
I usually put up only the posts that I write, but this one is a gem. A really well written song, and the execution is up there with the greats. In all its simplicity, strength, completeness and melody - AIC, ladies and gentlemen.
It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience
To search for peace of mind
Laying' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding
Or disguising truths I've sold
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny
Well you're drowning in it too
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain
A cold trade for warm sunshine
You're my friend
I will defend
And if we change
Well I love you anyway
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience
To search for peace of mind
Laying' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding
Or disguising truths I've sold
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny
Well you're drowning in it too
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain
A cold trade for warm sunshine
You're my friend
I will defend
And if we change
Well I love you anyway
Everyday
Something hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses that I know
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Nonsense and some AIC
The distance between an honest feeling and its expression is several miles. For some, it takes an instant to travel and others might grow old trying to. Such is the complexity of human emotions, that a shot at disentanglement will more often than not lead to a much severe intricacy. It takes a courageous mind to break the strings and have a go straight at the core, and its no wonder that so few of us tend to do it.
Why is our system so fuzzy, when it could have been so much more easier for it to be a discrete implementation of likes and dislikes? Why cant happiness be a boolean expression, with a binary result? Beats me to no end, that it takes a bucket full of apprehensions and months of thinking to convey a feeling. It also amazes me as to how easily we are able to build so many mental membranes of abstraction, and further more are able to reform them, owing to the smallest of stimuli. Leads me to believe that emulating/replicating a human mind is pretty much not going to end in satisfactory results even a thousand years from now.
As an engineer, I tend to think of trade-offs in every possible theory/application that I come across. I have indeed come to believe that what we deem an unnecessary complication of abstract feelings is in fact a trade-off with our ability to find joy in simple and inexplicable ways. Its all a very intricate, sometimes weak, sometimes strong mental structure that we build for ourselves in our lifetimes. The whole deal with expectations, desires, emotions and ethereal visions of happiness is best left to itself. Delving into their dynamics would be a waste of time, when we can lie back and enjoy what they have to offer. There will be the darker side to all these elements too and they will exist in the same intensity that we'd like the lighter/happier side to be. But then again, we'd never know warmth if not for the chill. So lighten up, put on some music and be regaled by the sights, sounds and the wispy prods of human emotions.
Oh, and in case you're in mood for some Alice In Chains, here's a good one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r80HF68KM8g \m/
I'd recommend headphones and an ear for lyrics.
Why is our system so fuzzy, when it could have been so much more easier for it to be a discrete implementation of likes and dislikes? Why cant happiness be a boolean expression, with a binary result? Beats me to no end, that it takes a bucket full of apprehensions and months of thinking to convey a feeling. It also amazes me as to how easily we are able to build so many mental membranes of abstraction, and further more are able to reform them, owing to the smallest of stimuli. Leads me to believe that emulating/replicating a human mind is pretty much not going to end in satisfactory results even a thousand years from now.
As an engineer, I tend to think of trade-offs in every possible theory/application that I come across. I have indeed come to believe that what we deem an unnecessary complication of abstract feelings is in fact a trade-off with our ability to find joy in simple and inexplicable ways. Its all a very intricate, sometimes weak, sometimes strong mental structure that we build for ourselves in our lifetimes. The whole deal with expectations, desires, emotions and ethereal visions of happiness is best left to itself. Delving into their dynamics would be a waste of time, when we can lie back and enjoy what they have to offer. There will be the darker side to all these elements too and they will exist in the same intensity that we'd like the lighter/happier side to be. But then again, we'd never know warmth if not for the chill. So lighten up, put on some music and be regaled by the sights, sounds and the wispy prods of human emotions.
Oh, and in case you're in mood for some Alice In Chains, here's a good one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r80HF68KM8g \m/
I'd recommend headphones and an ear for lyrics.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Bunch O' my Brain - Rage against the Machinery
Curse you cowardice,
You reside within.
Curse you wounded fate
Bleedin' irony all over my life.
You reside within.
Curse you wounded fate
Bleedin' irony all over my life.
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