my frail canoe

by Devesh on November 11, 2005 in General with 1 Comment

CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, “What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!”
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

- Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) : Playthings

it’s never built to really last!

by Devesh on September 15, 2005 in Music with 2 Comments

superman

life is a lemon & i want my money back – meatloaf : listen to this song here
(you need real player for this)

i want my money back
i want my money back
it’s all or nothing

and nothing’s all i ever get
every time i turn it on
i burn it up and burn it out

it’s always something
there’s always something going wrong
that’s the only guarantee
that’s what this is all about

it’s a never ending attack
everything’s a lie, and that’s a fact
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

and all the morons
and all the stooges with their coins
they’re the ones who make the rules
it’s not a game – it’s just a rout

there’s desperation
there’s desperation in the air
it leaves a stain on all your clothes
and no detergant gets it out

and we’re always slipping through the the cracks
then the movie’s over – fade to black
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

i want my money back
i want my money back

what about love?
it’s defective!
it’s always breaking in half

what about sex? !
it’s defective!
it’s never built to really last

what about your family?
it’s defective!
all the batteries are shot

what about your friends?
they’re defective!
all the parts are out of stock

what about hope?
it’s defective!
it’s corroded and decayed

what about faith?
it’s defective!
it’s tattered and it’s frayed

what about your gods?
they’re defective!
they forgot the warranty

what about your town?
it’s defective!
it’s a dead end street to me

what about your school?
it’s defective!
it’s a pack of useless lies

what about your work?
it’s defective!
it’s a crock and then you die

what about your childhood?
it’s defective!
it’s dead and buried in the past

what about your future?
it’s defective!
and you can shove it up your ass!!

i want my money back
i want my money back

it’s all or nothing
and nothing’s all i ever get
every time i turn it on
i burn it up and burn it out

it’s a never ending attack
everything’s a lie, and that’s a fact
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

and we’re always slipping through the the cracks
then the movie’s over-fade to black
life is a lemon and i want my money back!

the last question of a human life!

by Devesh on September 4, 2005 in General with 10 Comments

the sanctity of human emotions vigorously impels upon us in seeking a “full circle”. the need to be inaverdently noble and altruistic itself justifies a covetous law of nature in man. heavens tear our muse in mere prizeless etceteras and we thrive for the one grain of sand we laid our eyes upon while our hands were full.

to not extol what we have as to have bequeathed over time, has always been the subliminal streak of our discernment. how can one arise from indemnifying the massacre?

the one realisation that we all hope, always lies in the beggining of any fraternisation. but alas, we only strive for it once we’ve surpassed beyond the realms of justification.

judgement is inevitable – and so is the conscription of pursuing new dominions of poignancy – that will lie as the universal, unacceptable truth in every human life!

the only question, the human race will ask itself while nearing it’s end is whether we wish to accept it and move on!

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