I never knew going to church was this fun..

So...yeah

I swear to God (oh the irony of it!) this is an actual poster inviting people to embrace religion.... very clever...or stupid should I say ..now I'm confused.

Despair

The momentary soothing, 
the smoke courses through my body 
burning holes, it reaches my soul 
I will myself to open my eyes 
but I give up ‘cos I can’t

I can feel the hot tracks 
my face merges with the tears 
the sweet sadness touches my lips 
I will myself to open my eyes
but I give up ‘cos I can’t

I started out with hope 
I started out with faith 
now I embrace the darkness
I will myself to open my eyes 
but I give up ‘cos I can’t

I scavenge for moments of peace
I starve for bits of laughter 
I’ve been feeding on despair far too long
I will myself to open my eyes 
but I give up ‘cos I can’t

Anguish

I peel off all the emotions,
one by one, they slither to the ground
Of all of them, sorrow clings on to me.
I pull, I yank, I put all my strength 
it rips my flesh off, exposing the bones  
I can hear my wound scream
spewing out the hatred, 
and I lay on the floor, in the pool of my blood
spent, exhausted, light, dreamless.

Helpless

On a cobbled stone path 
I stand alone 
I see no one 
But I hear a groan 
Oh wait! That’s just I 
wanting to ‘be’;
a desperate cry !
I feel a pain 
But I know not the hurt 
Is it a trick?

I try to move 
But I cannot walk 
I try to speak 
But I cannot talk 
I stare in despair 
As the sun sinks low;
the day comes to an end 
I feel a pain 
But I know not the hurt 
Is it a trick?

Numb

In the pool of tears
A new me is born
I don't feel the hurt
I don't feel the pain
I just wait
For the numbness
It guides me 
through my morbid self

Hope

In search of my piece of sunshine,
I walk over the seas.
I wish to seek my happiness,
I wish to seek my peace.

I lay with my conundrums. 
They are my only companions. 
Among all the emotions offered to me, 
I choose sorrow

But still there's hope to find, 
my very own guiding light.
It will show me my happiness and peace.
It will show me my piece of sunshine.

A Wish

Plummeting through the skies
A wish was dropped onto to me 
So simple and pure was this humble thing 
It made me want to weep

My blackened soul may not bear
the weight of its purity.
But I have to take it safely through 
to where it ought to be .

Oh lonely star do tell me this,
What could this possibly mean?
This wish deserves a lovely world 
Instead it is with me. 

It stirs my heart, it makes me feel.
How I wish it could stay with me!
But I have to take it safely through 
to where it ought to be.

My Own Morgue

How does it feel to be in a morgue?
The stench of death,
the cold air of despair.
No sound, no light, no life.
Dead bodies await their final call,
families repelled by the sight.

How do I feel in my morgue?
The stifled cries,
endless shattering of feelings.
The last rays of hope,
are you there? I don’t even know.
I sit quietly with a happy mask on,
my family repelled by the sight.

My very first experience.

I kick, I struggle,
I wish to scream.
But I have not yet learnt to do so

I suffocate, I choke,
I pray to God.
But, I have not yet learnt to do so.

I sleep next to a dead corpse,
but, I know not what is death

I see someone die,
before I begin to live.
But, I know not what it meant

A struggle, a fight,
an effort to be free.

That's how my life began,
that's how I got to be me.

Thank God It's Over

Religion; I have yet to see another topic that entices massive arguments, fist fights, riots, wars even, than this one. (besides oil maybe, what say uncle Sam?)

I was born into a fairly religious Brahmin family but that's about my only contribution to being religious. As a kid I would constantly question (and I still do just to piss my family) the rituals I was that forced to attend. But after a while I got bored of the "because it has been that way"s and "because we were brought up this way"s and I gave up on organized religion.

I don't have a problem with God in particular, but I do have a bone to pick with the religious people. What I would say in the coming days would be liked by some people, and many would probably be offended. All I can say is; what 27 years worth of constant advises, lectures, taunts, and nagging could not change, your 27 seconds worth of righteous comment won't. Read on with an open mind....

Writer's Diary

Every once in a while my friends *cough* school acquaintance *cough* ask me to give tips on how to become a writer. This always amuses me as I am not a published author (yet). I am a technical writer and asking for tips from me on writing is like asking a local cab driver to give tips on winning the Grand Prix. And let's face it, if you have to ask, then maybe just maybe, you are not cut out to be one.

On that positive note, I shall share my little experiences with all my fellow writers and in turn, you can share some of your tips with me. Read on....