Life Where Art Thou ?

Ever had the feeling when it feel's like you are watching your own life from somewhere above ? I have always considered myself the underdog - down but not out. But now that my life is in a tailspin all my bravado seems to have left me. Like a paper soldier I am folding. I seem to have lost all control over my life. It is very difficult to do anything with your mind not in your body, when
normalcy takes on a sinister shape. Am I going mad or is it just a phase. Or better still have I just woken up ? Was all I knew a illusionary world which I had pulled over my eyes ? Living in self denial and only now when someone with simple words slapped me across the face did I snap out. I feel old. Very old and tired. I just do not know anything but what I do know is that my future will be revealed in a place beyond the hill's and far away.

The Past few Days..

What a waste! I just spend the weekend doing absolutely nothing ....nothing!! What a waste! Friday night I went out with my friends to watch Eragon ... What a waste ( of money this time...maybe time also ). The director absolutely killed the movie.A very close friend of mine put it, when asked what he wanted to do to the director, Murder, Death, Kill! He has a penchant for this one liners... always has been. Anyway, I am digressing. The director has taken abundant liberties with the movie, it leaves one with the feeling he just did not care about the plot. Saphira the Dragon, looks like a Griffon! Dragons are scaly, there wing's are leathery ..NOT covered with feathers! Ok, I am nit picking but thats how I feel......

Dreams......

They came in hordes...crashing against the blocked,likes waves of the ocean. Thick and black. Screams....another one falls. There are not many of us left but here we stand, here we will die. For what life will it be to live in forever fear. It far better to die here, on this field, with them, who have become my family.

Some one calls. I prepare for battle. This is my last stand, to die with heros and like one. I wait and then they come, I brace my self....my palms are sweaty. My grip on the hilt is so hard that my knuckles hurt. Here they come.... I swing my sword . I donot know what I am hitting ....Something enters my chest....Blood.....Warm,Sweet....There is something in my mouth........Nothing matters. I am tired...I want to sleep......there is blue ocean over me......Darkness ...near...eye. Cann...not ....brea...th....ti...re...d............

Return of the Blogger ??

Its been a long time since I wrote something on this blog. I generally find it very hard to write anything. Well so many people have so much to say ...but then again why would you,my reader, be interested in what I have to say. I have no clue why I am even writing this...bah!! This my Heracritus like behaviour will be the end of me....