"just as soon as I belong.....
then its time I disappear"
--Metallica, I Disappear

life is.....

a friend of mine(vinay rao if you are reading this....yes i mean you:)) had this habit of coming up with "life is..." statements....you know the kind where you end up comparing life to something....over a period of time i too have had my "life is..." statements....depending on the mood, the situation and the environment these have morphed into different comparisons....some dumb...some simple and some just too abstract.....here are a few....
life is a journey
life is a winding road
"life is a highway"
"life is like a box of chocolates"...forrest gump
life is too short for regrets too long for goodbyes
life is a table for one
life is an island
life is a party
life is static
"life means changes"
life is a circle
life is all you can see for one time affair
"life is....life"

been listening to micheal learns to rock....feel like i am back in the 12th grade:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNRwh3qArfQ

alive but not quite still
living a time....a time to kill
tday i am someone tomorrow someone else
between changing masks the truth dwells
wish i cud wear my glasses again
i try....i try in vain
blue skies green grass
mean nothing to me alas
gluing together pieces of a vase
clutching to sand and then letting it pass
right now is a station in between the future and the past
the train stops for a fleeting while...the clocks been running fast
sympathy for the devil....clutching to the true
staring out...waiting for something long due
clock inches half past one
my time here is almost done
the whistle blows...all aboard
who knows what ahead is stored
into the night chugging along
i was here once....but not for long

darkness
headlights
sleeping trees
whispering wind
moon
exit signs
purring engine
silence
winding road
soft breathing
side glance
sleeping face
blissful peace
smile
drive on

thought of the day is an adline by philips
"lets make things better":)

song playing in repeat mode in my head.....

"All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I've lost my mind
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be"

Matchbox Twenty, Unwell

"time it was and what a time it was it was
a time of innocence, a time of confidences
long ago it must be i have a photograph
preserve your memories,
they're all thats left of you"
-Simon and Garfunkel, Bookends

for the hoodlums, cronies and other assorted characters of rooms 2,3,13 and 17....wherever they may be....

All along the watchtower

"There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief,
Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.

No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and i, weve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl."

-Bob Dylan, All Along the Watchtower

there is a house, somehwhere in the hills
the sheer sight of which brings chills
burnt and charred, ashen in color
no dogs, no frogs, no birds that flutter
lost long ago and forgotten
all roads from it go nowhere
and noone dares to go there

long arches, a window a stairway as well
what lay inside no one could tell
the door was oaken, the

they say a little girl once lived with her mother
her father was a soldier and so was her brother
they were away during the great great war
the one where no one knew why they were fighting for
and then one night the rain poured

the truth is funnier than fiction