Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

The lamp is still there, but doesn't glow as it used to. So is the smile, but it's not funny anymore. Sherlock with his pipe, refuses to solve this mystery. And Watson sits there, not budging an inch. 'You're not naked under that coat this time'. 'You don't want me to be naked anymore.' So, defeated that I cannot bribe them, I move on lost, trying to figure out what is going on. The words ring out loud, and the world applauds. But lonely as hell, Watson stands waiting, for his partner. Now, this is confusing, isn't it? Who will try to figure out what this insane poem means? Decipher the characterisation, the tone of voice, tear its essence apart. No one can spot the hidden killer, not even the world's best detectives. Sherlock and Watson have retired. And I'm still trying hard to understand, why...

Monet - The River Is it time to move on yet? And does one do it easy, Do I throw the old flowers out, or let the new ones in? For a handicapped nostalgic, I think it should be pretty simple, Gently take out last year's photos, Think twice before filling up the album, But then look, we were smiling near the sea, and I would rather hide it somewhere than tear or burn it. What if tomorrow, the future tumbles, and the album remains empty? At least the tattered remains of yesteryear will help provide cold, harsh metal crutches for the handicap and warm, alive tears for the nostalgia of the photo collector, who loves to take stock year after year.

The Matrix Revolution I have to write this down. It's bursting inside me and I can not hold it inside anymore. I'm breaking the pattern, I'm getting out of the system. The 'agents' cannot fool me anymore, the code is broken, and I see that they are just clones of the same manipulative force. I always thought one could never get out. But that was before Neo came into the picture. Neo never falters, he never gives up, he believes in purity...not because he is the Chosen One, but becaus he believes he is the Chosen One. And belief can move mountains. So when I fear to be trapped and die like Trinity, Neo says he can save me. Not because he's a product of Amercan sci-fi cinema. But only because as he says, "Honey, I'm a hacker. I know how to break into any system." And Trinity believes he can....

The Left Sided Pain It comes and goes, like a precarious fever, and when it hits the spot it targets so smoothly, you wince for a second, the needle prick that produces a surprise, but when released there's nothing but a miniscule spot and the relief to survive another unprepared memory.

The Smokey Life This is where the mouth meets the fire, this is where the ashes refuse to die. This is you, the nicotine that keeps me hooked, this is me, the clueless unsuccessful quitter. This is them, the killers of everyday innocence. The papers call them tragedies, the raped, the burnt, the dead. This is what we see, sheets and sheets of trash on the bedroom window. This is today, where I refuse to belong. This is yesterday, when everything was clean and clear. This is tomorrow, an addict's desperate attempt to let go of old easy habits caught on in times declared 'oh so terrible' by the ubiquitous them.