Rapture

It was a night I'd never forget. Rapture.

It was the night when the sky had never seemed so close before. It was a night when the stars had danced with me. Orion the Hunter, was smiling at me, and the frolic transcended from the cluster of stars. The zephyr was in a frenzy, touching me everywhere. Even my soul was touched. I looked up. They all looked down on me.
I smiled.

It was an euphoria new to me, and for once I didn't want anyone or anything to wake me up from this dream. Dream, because this was too beautiful to be a reality.

I was flying. Travelling light years at once. Crossing horizons. Nothing seemed impossible anymore. Nothing was dead anymore.
I was alive.
There was magic running through all of me. My feet were on the sky, and the ground beneath my feet was cool, virgin and glittering. May be these were the tiny drops of tears that I had cried on myriad nights before, on the Sea of Tranquility, with each tear drop falling off my eyes as a star below my feet.
The sky is my playground. I will be forever here, and still not tire.

My words will follow so long as Heaven and Hell would debate and deny my existence in their domain. And I know he'll always find me here. My words. The day, the night I'd stop, would be the day when I'd die for him.
Who decided whether we "lived" or "died", anyway? I could be here, my heart thumping, and my eyes open. But what if you stopped thinking about me? What if you stopped waiting besides your universe, for my Ray of Loght to escape it? Escape only to make you see yet another beautiful part of me. I would still be alive- for a doctor, but for you I'd be dead.
And I dont want to die.
I dont want him to stop thinking about me, waiting for me. Just as I would wait for him. I dont want to cease living in his mind, his world of dreams.

He is in love just as I am.

Nothing was forbidden. We will cross each other's worlds. My love wont be like that cursed Rose on the Grave, which was discovered, only to be declared that it was forbidden.
My love is not forbidden.
Nothing was, anymore.

I wanted to kiss the sunrays, I wanted to bathe in the moonlight, feel the warmth and the chill within. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry.
I wanted to live.

Flying.
Dreaming.

Just when the sky had seemed out of reach and the horizon was a part of some other invincible world, my universe had been infused with cosmic beauty. And it was never going to be the same again.

"What is it with you?," they'd ask me.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"Just born."

I was powerful, once again. A person is born more than once. When he comes into this world, attempts of doctors give him life. But the person doesnt know that he IS born. And after that, he becomes conscious of the time when he IS born. He realizes that moment.

Life has just begun.

Happy Birthday to Me.

[Author's Note: This Post was created in January 2006]

Friedrich Nietzsche

October 15, 1844 - August 25, 1900
Existentialism, Psychoanalysis, Atheism

"You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star"

"Only sick music makes money today"

"To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity"

"God is dead "

"Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger"

"Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter"

"Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man's?"

"Plato is boring."

SHARED FILES -

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Beyond Good and Evil

The Antichrist

The Case of Wagner or A Musician's Problem

Twilights of the Idol [Downloadable Version]

Blue-berries

In the Sweetness of Memory
In the Re-defined Infinity
In the Bewitching Dollops of Madness
In the Silvers at Three Oh Seven AM
In the Blacks and Black-outs
In the Colors of the Rain, that bowed
Seeds promised me Trysts of Seasons


And I
Swam the Oceans of Night
The goal of an equally darker Horizon Stares
Waiting to Tease the Twists and Sleight of Hand
Of a Humorous god
The Madness becomes the Ink of the Soul
To bring you the Dusks and Dawns of an Infinite Universe

Dillemma

A Morbid Soul lurking in the Sleepy land
It beckons to fold me in the corners of the night
I lay awake, watch the changing colors of the Sand
Like a magician's prestige Blind in Sight

I know not if the table can turn and destiny rebound
The flame of life keeps stealing a glance
Drink from the flame, where the Thrist was first found
I Enter the Gloom that I deserve, I celebrate and dance

Quest of a frozen dream keeps me awake
The stealth of life Lost by a mankind
Stolen by chance, there is a risk I need to take
I hold the cup that my lips find

Scintillating blindness too old for my Eye
You give up looking for Me, while I refuse to cry

Stone

Do you know your song
Do you know your moves
Did you watch your step
Did you burn the discotheque

I don’t even watch as you leave
I don’t long even as you linger

Do you make the first move
Do you cut your cake and eat it too
Did you know where to touch
Did you know when to surrender

I don’t even watch as you leave
I don’t long even as you linger

Do you control your chemistry
Do you know your history
Did you make her cry for freedom
Did you stab her while looking in her eyes

I don’t even watch as you leave
I don’t long even as you linger

Do you know the taste of her tears
Do you know the hero of her fears
Did you leave your teeth marks
Did you cause the pain right enough to be just sweet

I don’t even watch as you leave
I don’t long even as you linger