About Me
- Rushali
- “Wanderer” tats what describes me the best !! “Vella,bleak or a rester”, somewhr back in my mind I know the adjectives defining me are loosin the hold from good to bad !! reason bein simple tht it’s been 23yrs, exhaling CO2 and yet am so ambiguous of my ambition, too confused.. too strangled to come to any conclusion.. still havn’t found out what I’m looking for. This blog just came as rescue to kill ma time. I hope all ma asphyxiation to find a dead end here !! Those who have been part of ma life in special ways remain special forever, no amount of dispute or clefts add insanity to it. But then those need to be real special.. !! I am blessed to have best from "the best".. and still posses nothingness in me .. !! thrz a lot .. but some things are ineffable to pen down.. thts wht am comprised of !
Ingenuous
Being ingenuous
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
SPUN !
My superstition got me wishin' for another life and if I don't listen ..
I ain't gonna make it through another night and the pills 'n the caine and the drink and the drugs got me..
floating above ..
And the girls and cash the cars and the hash got me feelin' a rush..
A thousand voices in my head I don't know right from wrong ..
I'm breakin' down holdin' on I'm livin' song to song and Pipe you're my brother 'till the day that we die ..
I don't give a fuck who hears me cause ..
I ain't gonna lie so roll it up pour a cup drink it up smoke it up ..
I don't give a fuck we bout to blow this shit up ..
I ain't gonna make it through another night and the pills 'n the caine and the drink and the drugs got me..
floating above ..
And the girls and cash the cars and the hash got me feelin' a rush..
A thousand voices in my head I don't know right from wrong ..
I'm breakin' down holdin' on I'm livin' song to song and Pipe you're my brother 'till the day that we die ..
I don't give a fuck who hears me cause ..
I ain't gonna lie so roll it up pour a cup drink it up smoke it up ..
I don't give a fuck we bout to blow this shit up ..
Monday, August 2, 2010
Four reckoning direction!!
Four directions emanates from my brain-stem, boundaries unknown. Unaware of where do they land or if they could concur except for their origin cognized that’s me. They start from me yet, and yet they lose hold of me. I try to look, beyond my vision, and I see them smudged in rains, some at their yield point almost broken and at plasticity, some refraining to even come backwards to have a word ,some beclouded by my own virtue, desires and slants.
I try to make amends between all four but then they are recalcitrant and they have this shield protect like sun control cream having PH value that I cannot plow. How does it feel when someone you belong turns you off? Know what ?? Know what ?? I know exactly how it feels. My thoughts disown me sheer seconds after they uprose.
No sooner do I tend to take off, some unwelcomed directions land in to sabotage my fears of thoughts. And they come from my very own siblings trying to find DIRECTION for my life. Now, None, None of these, none of these concur. Nor do I wish to make them meet, intrude or intervene.
My life is managed by my editing tools sans an Undo. I make it bright , I make it colorless. I crop it if I wish to. I would !! I want my smart layer held fast. I filter it. I have its curve.
One fine day these directions shall meet with discernment. I don’t know when, where and how but I am working on it. Am I?? kidding am i? and when they shall, THE DAY WILL BE MINE ! Even if they do not, mere thought is plenty to keep myself stable.
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