Pride!!

Do you know anyone who claims to be proud of their pride? Just give that a second or two.
Proud of their pride? How does that work?

What else can fall under this category?

Too fat to diet. Overestimating humbleness.

I actually think that the source of this problem could stem from the confusion between their understanding of "self confidence" and "pride".

Adding on to that, it may also include the confusion of understanding between "proud" and "arrogant".

People who take pride in their proudness could therefore be finding satisfaction in being "confident of their arrogance".

I think people take pride in their pride when they actually have nothing else to feel proud of. It's a dangerously blinding cycle.

I write this based on self reflection, so if any of you took it personally- don't get into the habit of thinking everything's about you.

A bleeding heart.....

 I decide to disappear.,

Where my weeping you will not hear,
I go and sit, and slit my wrist.
But without something sharp to use,
My heart it can take no more abuse!

A blade i find, glistening in the darkness i called life,
In my hand it feels right, cutting along, this knife.


of unconsciousness and I try to wake
Is my heart meant to be left in ache!

For the life of shame, I'll take the blame
But it wasn't her fault, I lived that way.


~Prashanth

My first Tamil poem.... I

Yendhan Pirapu un peyir sollum,
Ovoru Moochum un kaadhal kollum,
vizhigal evgeyum unnai matrum thaedha,
Thaniyaana yen kaaladhigal mullun paadhaiyil saella,
Unnum oru morai koral koodhu paennae,
yen vazhkaiyil yendha matrumum kolluvaen,
Un vaarthaigal yen uttharavaga madhipaen.
Kan asaivagalil un thaevaigal purivaen,


Kaathaliyae, nee illamal kangal rendum mudhivai kaanuthe.
Vanthuvidhu yen anbe
nee illamal, ingu naan kallarai allava nokki selluraen.

Evanescent dreams!!

Sitting here in the garden of bones,
amongst broken hearts and fallen souls,
Here, where evanescent dreams come to die,
and hopes are brought to lie,

Because each day, the struggle to even get by,
that to live on hope seems ... so irreconcilable,

Finished and broken, with all the words unspoken,
screams are waiting patient ,in my throat
And leaving the truth on the table,
wearing masks i stumble, trying to be noble,

and though this heart has opened wide
I'm faithful as the ocean tide,
I will love you, though love denied
I will love you from the other side.

Bleed.....

Cutting your wrists
To emotionalize your pain may not be poetry....
Words profusely bleeding on the from your heart
onto this page, may not be poetry...
But to salvage your heart, to save wats left,
to know what hurts, to see the pain....
To know . to love, to not forget, to always want, what we once had.

Bleed.....

Cutting your wrists
To emotionalize your pain may not be poetry....
Words profusely bleeding on the from your heart
onto this page, may not be poetry...
But to salvage your heart, to save wats left,
to know what hurts, to see the pain....
To know . to love, to not forget, to always want, what we once had.

Happy Birthday!!

A cherished day, which put smiles on my faces, for an angel was put on earth today.
An angel which showed that even this heart could love,
and though she is not here to hold me no more, I still will remember,
 everything that ever was her, And for all the times i had felt complete.
thank you jus does not cut it, but i can wish no other way,
as i look up into the stars and pray, happiness, pleasure and smiles on this day, for you, today, tomorrow and ever..

A Word.....

Sometimes I'm sorry doesn't cut it.

Sometimes the things you say are only worth it in that moment, those fleeting few
minutes which make it or break it, and when the moment's passed, nothing you can
ever do or say can ever erase the scars that your careless words have caused.

Each slip of your tongue cuts a little deeper.

And one day the chasm will gape open, and these walls will close around you.

I think they already have.

Sincere Self criticism.....

Wi must someone do something they dont want to do. Wi? Mostly a lot of people would say he doesnt have to. Unless of course they hear wat he wants to do. He wants to kill himself. And at that point almost everyone, friends and strangers try to stop him. Most of them dont care for him. But its jus that the talk of suicide and everyone loses it. When yu dont have to do anything yu dont have too.... wi do yu have to live, when yu dont want too? I do not know..... I am not contemplating suicide. Not jus yet.  But when someone does wi is there such a hue and cry abt it.  After all, Suicide IS the most sincerest form of self criticism.

I AM BACK.... Or so i think

After being AWOL for nearly three months here i am back in my seat and at my blog. Dono how to start again. Am totally blank. Nothing has been going on in life other then the usual self pity and being in my hallowed dreams of winning back my lost love. I id manage to write some Tamil poems which some of yu guys appreciated. And also considering  my lack of vocabulary i am pretty happy with myself. i will be posting them soon. Maybe i should start posting stuff informational as all my rather sad neo political and anti social rambling part of my brain has been awfully silent. Maybe i should start whining about new things. Looking forward to connecting with yu rather few jobless creatures out there who on my incessant nagging bothered enough to read the last posts, and also to the rather pitiful one, who has promised herself to a life time of misery by being my friend. THaNk You!Thank you!

Hey, I made this for you as a gift. I am sorry about the song though. Its a beautiful song and i heard it for the first time only recently. But the second i heard it i thought of you.  To truly appreciate the video you need to know the Lyrics which i have added here. This is the only gift i am capable of giving you. Hope yu enjoy it. 

I am sorry if have offended you in any way. I truly wish you would appreciate this the way i have.

Time, it needs time
To win back your love again.
I will be there, I will be there.

Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday.
I will be there, I will be there.

Fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again.
I will be there, I will be there.

Love, only love
Can break down the walls someday.
I will be there, I will be there.

If we'd go again
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.

Your pride has build a wall, so strong
That I can't get through.
Is there really no chance
To start once again?
I'm loving you.

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again.
I will be there, I will be there.

Love, your love
Just shouldn't be thrown away.
I will be there, I will be there.

If we'd go again
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.

Your pride has build a wall, so strong
That I can't get through.
Is there really no chance
To start once again?

If we'd go again
All the way from the start,
I would try to change
The things that killed our love.

Yes I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through.
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end.

I'm still loving you.
I'm still loving you,
I need your love.
I'm still loving you.
Still loving you, baby... 

a withering life

 I decide to disappear.,

Where my weeping you will not hear,
I go and sit, and slit my wrist.
But without something sharp to use,
My heart it can take no more abuse!                                          

A blade i find, glistening in the darkness i called life,
In my hand it feels right, cutting along, this knife.


of unconsciousness and I try to wake
Is my heart meant to be left in ache!

For the life of shame, I'll take the blame
But it wasn't her fault, I lived that way.


~Prashanth

A walk in sadness

Pretending to be happy is but a sad distraction
I rush to give you my silent warning a gentle squeeze of your hand
As I glance at the path i’ve walked, i’ve endured, companionless
My face is overwhelmed with a familar aroma and the duest keeps piling up
I collapse outside of town, land softly
My legs are weary of their endless journey
And fleeting memories run through my head
I see the same profile, hear the same words over and over
Like the girl who asked me “isn’t life so sad when all you do is live?”
You’re still careless, young and helpless…
Disapperaing into a hollow void
Now haveing witnessed sadness you should never have seen
Crying tears that should have remained dry
We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone,but you know, we dont need to be

To loose touch with reality!!!

A wise man once said it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. But what if your dreams are when you are the happiest? When misery and pain are your only companions when you are conscious, and in the dream is when you are truly alive.... Our dreams are, but our sub concious reflecting our deepest desires and the desperate cravings in your heart. And what if it is only in your dreams can you have that. realty takes away what your heart craves. Its is your dream that gives it to you. It lets you hope, that one day even that will come true. I live in my dreams.... I live everyday a life time, in them... i live in them where my deepest darkest and most desperate of desires come alive. I am with the person i love, with  all my fantasy's taking shape. I feel complete in them. It leaves a shallow feeling when i wake up but nonetheless, i feel one day these dreams will not be only dreams but will one day come true. I will be alive in the world, in realty, and i will be happy once more. I believe that one day what i once lost will come find me and  i will be complete again. Till then my dreams shall be my elixir of life, keeping my will and hopes alive.

Bleeding thru my wrists....

And when the shadow of the grave
                      Slowly encompasses what i call life...
     I see the darkness come,
                      As it blots out the light........
Acknowledge the grim reaper at my door,
                  seem like eternity to bleed all out on the floor...
          To hear death come knocking at this hour,
to take away this life which is oh, so sour............

A negotiation with death!

 I decide to disappear.,
Where my weeping you will not hear,
I go and sit, and slit my wrist.
But without something sharp to use,
My heart it can take no more abuse!

A blade i find, glistening in the darkness i called life,
In my hand it feels right, cutting along, this knife.


of unconsciousness and I try to wake
Is my heart meant to be left in ache!

For the life of shame, I'll take the blame
But it wasn't her fault, I lived that way.