A sliver Of Dust...

The Resurrection 6

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 14:36:00 +0000

I started the fire, I sharpened my knife
As the wood crackled, I looked at the Father
He seemed to be, softly, praying. [For his life?]

The blade i threw, into the fire
The Father still scared, still pale, still praying
Would he relent, under Master's ire?

He kept on his chanting, the saint. HIM.
The anger rose in me
And madness once more, took hold [a whim?]

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And Im Back.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 14:05:00 +0000

Yaay.
And Im back.
Again.
Forever.
My lovely blog.
Muah.
Er.

Can't think of one

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 14:14:00 +0000

Happy new year to everyone!!!

Online after a long time.
Shit happens.
So do bedbugs.
Anyway.
Will continue later, needs to play dotA.

clan name xcd
player name xcd.Scout

The Resurrection 5?

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 04:39:00 +0000

"And yet,His voice will resonate once more.
In the corridors of hell.
And that is vengeance enough."
He said.

Gagged and bound as I was, I shuddered,
The real horror was in his word, in his world.
In the fact that he was lost to reason,
And so consumed by hatred and servitude.

To the corrupted.

I waited for the blow to fall,
For the culling blade to tear,
Waited for deliverance, divine intervention.
But the Lord, remained silent.

I could see his searing gaze burn my blinded eyes,
His hatred repulsed me,
And yet, he said he wasnt ready to kill me,
Not just yet.

I believed him.

But maybe thats what the Lord had ordained,
I do not know, but I believe it must have been so.
And so I resigned myself to my fate
To existing as a phantom,to joining the Black Parade.

Personal.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 05:23:00 +0000

Ok this does not relate to anyone reading this space and is not intended to garner support for any moral or social cause. But I still hope you read this. S. [The F word]all noob.

Copy Pasting the entire evanescence song.
Sue me if you will.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus]

The Resurrection 4

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 09:21:00 +0000

"The lord hath forgiven,
If thou hast repented.
A sinner no more, you'll still be
Part of the Lord's great big family".

Thats what the priest said.
That is what I heard.
All I did was put a cloth over Father's eyes, the cloth that I had brought along to strangle him with.
And I laughed.

Breathe into Him, Father, for I will not kill you so soon.
Call His name, bring him back from the dark.
You can't just leave Him alone and dead.
Not till His blood goes warm.
Not till once more He shall rise, to rule.
Not till We fight together, the demons of his past,
Frozen inside this carcass now, He will live.Again.
His presence still lingers here. Time may not erase,
The light you leave behind,
And yet,His voice will resonate once more.
In the corridors of hell.
And that is vengeance enough.

The Resurrection 3

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 06:23:00 +0000

Said the Father, to the son.
"Why do you do do this, why is it so?
Come pray with me,
Whats done is done."

"Untie me now, and come,
Seek salvation.
Your soul is tormented, your heart is shattered,
Peace and prayer, will heal you some."

"The lord hath forgiven,
If thou hast repented.
A sinner no more, you'll still be
Part of the Lord's great big family".

That was all he spoke. For he was stopped, gagged, and blinded by black cloth.
And a low laugh was heard.The laugh of a desperate man. And cornered men were always dangerous, since time eternal...

The Resurrection [2]

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 05:04:00 +0000

I wonder whats wrong with me.
Dont need no dreams, no ambitions, no love.
To survive.
All I need is a knife and a white dove.

I cut myself in all places,
As you look on in horror, all I want is to cry out loud,
But your honest face looks pained,
Crippling fear. And I forgive you, gagged and bound.

Dead letters to a sinner far away,
Somehow, I know that I'm haunted enough.
They say that I mustn't kill, its wrong, its wrong.
Shroud in shadows, I slay,
Blood, bone, spittle and cough.

Father you wronged us, and confined us to hell,
Your holy water can do us no harm, this white dove is dead.
Don't want to lay it down here,
Say your prayers, Father, and hope your bed is made.

Every man lives, not every man truly dies,
The ice-cold steel of my knife will not touch you,
But as you sing a lullaby to your child.
Madness will smear her with crimson hue.

All for a coke float.Not.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 03:56:00 +0000

Hmm, so I havent blogged for a Royal Sixteen days.
Whatever.
I passed my exams.
Again, whatever.
And apparently people still came visiting.
Whatever.
The monotony ends here.

[whatever?].

A friend of mine came up with an idea that was absolutely ridiculous.
It does not involve doing anything constructive except trying to prove that human beings can do something worthy of being written, in this case being blogged about, for 365 days in a row.
The experiment does not say what happens on the 366th day.

As the creators of the experiment were trying to revive a fledgling online presence, this friend of mine [Varad] asked me if I could write a post about it.
I agreed in exchange for a coke-float, though I'm not sure I've bargained well.

Anyway, to copy paste directly from their google-page,

"The 365 Experiment is an attempt to do some very wacky, weird, fun, seriously gross, imbalanced (always legal? maybe) stuff every single day of the week, for a whole calendar year."

The experiment was successful in the city of Pune, wrongly called "the oxford of the east",
where as many as 173 members had participated in it by the end of the year.
So now they want to recruit more people online, and aim at a "global" presence[*sigh* dont we all] by the end of this year of the experiment.

[Orders another coke float, waiter looks disgusted, maybe wife beats him]

What is necessary is the ability to come up with ways and means of doing something different.
Presenting the world with a first person view of "something different".
The City Slicker Milking Cow stunt has already been attempted.
Also, the rudimentary ability of being able to take picture to prove it has been done, so no one else tries the same thing again.
Same is frowned upon, different is goos.
I mean Good.
All contributors will be able to write about their achievements on the official blog [which is yet to come up] and awards for Best Attempt[failed], Best completed task, Best Idea[apparently you are also allowed to submit ideas and expect someone else to do the dirty work, if they wish.], Best Post and so on...Whatever.

Write back here if you need any more information or are interested in signing up and support my coke floats. no seriously.
For more information or ideas or whatever, write back here and maybe we'll get varad to stop exploiting bloggers and start writing posts here himself.

This is the link he's provided

http://the365experiment.googlepages.com/about

Cheers.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 08:48:00 +0000

Three posts in two hours?
What was i thinking?
Not much, really.

Only Bubble[:P], Brazil kicks Minnesota's ass.
Especially if its white, round and shaped like a football.
Any day.
EVERYDAY.

And theres always laser *wink wink* ...

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 08:02:00 +0000

I feel like a total IDIOT.
Not that I'm one, its just that i FEEL like one.
Its a very weird feeling, you know.

Kinda starts somewhere in the inner corners.
[the DEEPEST,DARKEST,MURKIEST,GROSSEST]
Of your stomach.

And rises up slowly, treacherously.
Through your oesophagus.
Up through the root canaled teeth.

Out through the mouth.
Like a *POP*
No, wait that's a barf.Burp.

So whatever. I'm FAILING day after.
MONDAY morning, that is.
AND dotA jus got a new HERO!!!

The CLOCKWERK goblin.
The spelling mistake appears to be intentional.
A STR hero whuz ultimate has a range of 2000.

FCKN 2000.
More than the sniper's.
And a stun, i heard.

And my sister's got an EVIL smile.
The smile you smile only when youre parents arent looking.
And your brother is.

Its the kind of smile that freezes up your brain.
And clogs up the heart.
Yeah, her teeth are THAT yellow.

Can you imagine?

Whatever, maybe ill just cut my hair, and change my name.
That way, maybe they wont allow me to appear fot the exams.
Not my fault then, nOObies.

So maybe Im not an idiot.
Yeah, I smart.DARNED SMART.
And thats a weird feeling...

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 07:40:00 +0000

Ok.
College exams start MONDAY and i dont even know what books.
Like, people have started studyin already, and have finished the SYLLABUS.
And ME.

W/e, so I'm thinkin, WHAT have I been doing all this time.
Blogging a little, not very seriously though.
Standing in line to clubs I'm never getting in.

Visiting weird old relatives I never knew existed.
Wiping the smirk of my baby neighbour.
And his shit off my Woodlands.

EXPLAINING to people that the series THE RESURRECTION.
Is actually going to make some sense.
Oh, and DRACULA makes his entry sometime in the 5th post.
[keep watching this space.]

Oh, and also, what chemical compound when mixed with pepsi.
Gives off a Sploosh! [or maybe a WHOOSH!].
Also, figuring out the chemical nature of WATER.

Well, ok, i LIED.
I don't really think that much.
And, I'm only blogging because I'm bunking off college.

And everyone takes NOTES.
Anyway, tasted the MISAL in a shanty.
called SHIVRAJ HOTEL.

Now, MISAL is something to be eaten with pav.
The very famous [vada] PAV.
But not in THE HOTEL.

I cracked my jaws out on something.
Excavated from the FIFTEENTH century.
Some weird dinosaur.

But the manager argued it was just a COCKROACH.
And that he would replace the PAV immediately.
Ok, I said, do THAT.

But I slipped the dinosaur in my pocket.
For a midnight snack. PROTEINS,man,PROTEINS.
W/e.

Old Post.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 12:28:00 +0000

They told me people should come to my blog to read.
They told me people should want to come to my blog just to be there.
They told me it was sick to link to everyone who came.
They told me it was cheap publicity that took man further away from destiny.
They told me that you wrote for yourself.
They told me not to be a link-whore.
Fuck them.

I'm linking to everyone who commented on my blog.
Just for the heck of it.
In due course of time.

Wake up.Its time to die

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:07:00 +0000

Wake up, its time to die. You've lived your life, you've had your fun. Don't be afraid, there is nowhere to run. Black rain obscures the dead and washes away the rest, draining away all of your living energies. The light crippled your slaves, and you chose to ignore. The crucifix burned them alive, and you pretended to snore.

The day grows older, the night beckons. Darkness creeps all over, rejuvenating your enemies. They rise steadily in large numbers, in terrible armies.The cold will cut into your heart like the wounds you inflicted on me. You have no hope, no respite, you will not walk free. Your death will be long and torturous, like my haunting destiny. I grieve for your peoples, but their crimes are many.

You wronged us, Father. The graveyard is nigh. Wake up now, its time to die.

Never mind

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 09:56:00 +0000

Never mind the introductions.
Never mind the fact that so few people are visiting my new blog.
Never mind the mysterious disappearance of ALL the bloggers
I had once known.
Never mind the fact that moldy Voldy is dead.
Never mind the tantrics' predictions.
Never mind the fact that this blog has been *cough*cursed for eternity.
Never mind the irritating drone of the this shitty fan in far away nepal.
Never mind the fact that global warming does not turn GTPSgg into hot girls.
Never mind the witch*B* who swore not to backstab.
Never mind the fact that she tried to anyway.
Never mind the couple who take part in a public farting competition.
Never mind the fact that no one is ACTUALLY going to read this far.
Never mind the fact that this woman wearing a crumpled saree has almost an equal number of wrinkles when she smiles.
Never mind the reason she smiles[grimaces?].
Never mind the Parsee who talks too little.
Never mind the fact that I'm the only sane person in the whole of this desolate place.

Thank god they have Wi-Fi.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 10:51:00 +0000

Dark night, chilly wind, silent footsteps,
Warm room, fully lighted, soul tormented,
Young man, or maybe old, on the doorstep,
Silver knocker, crooked finger, man demented.

Untouchable Man, starving and fearful, wrinkled and horrible,
Beggar Man, cold and ill, willing to kill,
Not wicked, only hungry, eyes all bleary,
Slight breakfast, scrambled eggs, jelly legs.

Knocked again, Knock-knock-knock, knock'd,
Only shadows answered, from beyond,
They giggled, they laughed, they seemed to mock,
Untouchable Man, how dare you walk!

Upon this fair land, under the moonlight,
Have you no shame, you ugly blight?
You trod here, and you will pay,
Your life on the altar, lay.

Untouchable Man, you are not wanted,
In our great country, fresh and green,
Go back to your hovel, ruined and haunted,
We hate you evermore, Leave us! and never be seen.

The man's eyes flashed fire, But down they stayed,
A curse was uttered, a pact was made,
The heavens thundered, the earth trembled,
The grounds broke up, inside the man tumbled,

The Gates were opened, for the young man,
The Gates of Hell, for Untouchable Man,
Fires leap'd around him and danced about his head,
He felt nothing burn, was he truly dead?

[The Angel Of Death, had played a mean trick,
It was cunning, it was cool, it was definitely slick,
Untouchable Man, he learnt Hell's Magics...]

And he practiced them very, very hard,
His heart was pure black, like road freshly tarred,
Fire and Illusion, 2 big nasty lies,
In him the Angel had found, the meanest of allies.

His lips twisted backwards, they seemed to smile,
Revenge would be bloody, and painful, So Vile!
The curse was uttered, by he, their Slave,
Burying them alive, in earthy grave.

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This is only the beginning of a series.
Please leave a link to your blog as and when you come.
Keep visiting...!

A suicide note.

noreply@blogger.com (Mihir) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:46:00 +0000

Every night
You wrote another line
With a bloody, broken, bottle
And every day
You wish it away
Why don't you pull the pin
On that grenade
You cuddle

I wanted to believe
Bodies swinging from trees
Struggling to stand
With your head in your hands
A stoic last stand
Of a dying man

I wanted to believe
As I watched your world
Crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

Every night
The questions poured out
Of your wounded eyes
Damn dark things
Every day
You used to pray
Listen to the black raven sing
You wanted to believe
As you were falling to your knees
Struggling to stand
With your life in your hand
The sad last stand
Of a broken man

I wanted to believe
As I watched your world
Crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

I wanted to believe
As I watch your world
Crumble in your hands
I wanted to believe
As you raised your glass
To your last stand
And I wanted to believe
You would win
The war in your head
That I did not understand
That I did not understand

And the questions pour out
I did not understand
The sound of you falling
I did not understand
As the trembling heart of a man
Did not understand
The sound of a trembling heart