SIX FEET DEEP

Holding on…

With One last breath

                                    I am six feet from the edge…

                        ..And I’m thinking…

                                                Maybe six feet…

                        ….ain’t so far!!...

                                                            --creed

Black and White… Dark and Light…Shadows and Reflections…

I open my eyes…to find staring faces at me…Faces… Lots of Faces... Faces behind faces..  some known… some unknown.. I ask myself Do I know them? … the memory cells fails to recall the identity(s)… I get confused… Whose identity?? Theirs or… Mine!!  A succumbed feeling rises in the veins… intoxicating my soul for the curiosity to know… What’s behind the Door??  An urge to grasp everything in my arms… without even letting anyone know… till I come back to the same place…

Six Feet Deep…

Different souls… different desires… different goals...different strokes Running in one race.. the race for a search… search for happiness… search for success.. for power… for money… for fame… for love.  The race to take somebody else’s place… somebody forfeiting the game… somebody taking over the same… The race with different pace… to win and to loose… By the Way… Whose win or loss?? Theirs or… Mine!!

……again the same confusion… when I am back to the same edge…

Six Feet Deep…

Crawling in my skin

The wounds they give are real…

   Fear is how I fall…

Confusing what is Real??

This lack of self-control I feel is never-ending

…….Reacting….distracting

Against my wish I stand beside my own reflection….

…..Confusing……Consuming…

                                                                        I can’t see

To find my self again…

….My walls are closing in

I felt this way before….

…So insecure!!!

                                                                                                --linkin park

Night and Day…. Dusk and Sunrise…. Like a Neon light faraway, in the corner of a dark street…flickering on and off… stealing waves of your heartbeat… and the Rhythm is almost same… Fast and Slow… Slow and Fast… when you and me wander around like vagabond travelers… Searching with hollow ghostly eyes… DID I SAY SEARCH??!!  again…

Moving around on the boulevard of broken dreams in search of LIFE, ignorance of the fact… LIFE was much behind on the trail… We have left behind…. For what?? … To search for something me and you never lost…Life…  But!! Whose Life?? Your or Mine???

Confused again… When the air is thin and it’s again Misery…

But Whose Misery???  Theirs or Mine??!!

I say wake me up when it stops raining….I don’t want to get wet… already I am drenched too much…head to toe…

with Tears….with blood…with sweat…

All mixed up in a chemical romance… Balanced and Unbalanced…

Loved and Lusted… felt and forgotten….some exposed…. Some hidden under

Six Feet Deep….!!

Myths and realities….. dreams and desires….birth and crucification….

Me and myself…. You and yourself…Trapped in a class knosk situation…accepted and not accepted… finally myself and yourself now something else…going round and round in an Armageddon… a splitted face and a divided soul…The BODY?? Oh!! I forgot… the raw material… now a weary one with one foot in the grave and one out…. Hanging and floating… with closed eyes…. Abandoned and accepted…**Peristroika and *Class Knosk…

volcanoes and rains… drought and flood….

The door is open now…but there’s no way out…’cos there was no way…

Again comes the search…search for a new door…But search by whom??

You or Me??

Who knows what is what?? It’s all a level of imagination…self perceptions… confusions and dilemmas…vision and blindness…trust and breach…luck and fate… all these by and for whom?? Theirs or mine!!

My hands slice your soul….for someone else’s fault… a scream no one hears… behind closed doors… silence and noise… for me… nightmares and prayers!!! ….A half sunken boat and a crashing aircraft…. Both dying… both falling one slowly another quickly… Whose pain is more…?? Doesn’t matters anyways both are dying… but Doesn’t matters for whom?? The ones dying or the one’s watching!!

Here I am…invited and subverted… the faces now seem familiar… now with closed eyes…one foot in the grave…one out… jus’ to be back again… at the same place… felt and touched… loved and hated… sucked and squeezed… by whom?? That something else….and Now am lying here with one foot in the grave and one out… Hallowed be thy name….jus’ when the night is over to be back at the same place….with arms wide open….. buried inside…

Six Feet Deep….!!

…..Time went by and it became a joke

     We just needed more and more fulfilling - Uh-huh

     Time went by and it all went up in smoke…..

We all come in from the cold

                                                ….We come down from the wire

                                    And everybody warms themselves to a different fire

                        When sometimes we get burned…………

                                                                                    --use your Illusions ( guns ‘n’ roses)

Russian War Terms

**Persitroika     – ‘Acceptance’                                  
* Class Knosk – ‘Non Acceptance

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