Random bat talk at 4 am!

It's exactly 4:03 am. Once again it's a sleepless night... with lots of meaningless thoughts overcrowding my mind. Currently bats are flying all over my head! I often like to think myself as a bat. There are couple of reasons behind this; firstly they are nocturnal (just like meee!), they are mysterious and there are thousands of myths about them. These myths are a mixture of good and evil. For example, bats are directly linked to villains like Darcula and heroes like Batman ( Both are my extremely favorite fictional characters, what a combination! ). To me bats are truely a very beautiful animal which many people consider to be a symbol of ghost, death or the devil ( how absurd!). I find microbats really fascinating because their senses of hearing works by emitting high-pitched sounds and listening to the ECHOES ( how suppa-duppa cool is that!). I really really hope I will be able to visit The Congress Avenue bridge in Austin, Texas, in the near future because it is the summer home to North America's largest urban bat colony! I would love to watch the bats leaving their roosts during twilight! One day, I hope!
I think that was enough bat talk for one night... well almost morning. OMG it's almost 5! and I still haven't finished my English essay about Mrs.Taylor's character ( =O ) ... I wish she was a batwoman, then it wouldn't have been so boring =(

Bittersweet Curse

When all the pieces of puzzle fits perfectly together for the people closest to my heart, and leaving me the only clueless one, really makes me wonder if I am the marked black sheep among them? Or perhaps just cursed? Therefore, I search for the crypt to fade away; but the faint trail of the curse keeps on haunting me everywhere like a shadow. Wherever I am, it is always there; giving me a wicked look with a crooked smile with eyes full of pity saying,

“You can not run away from me, no matter what road you take, what path you follow, I AM ALWAYS THERE.”

Yet I keep on running; searching for a map and a compass to reach the end. Every time I reach it, disappointment hits me with a crippling frustration; because consistently I discover it as not the end, but only the beginning. I scream out loud, asking myself,

“Why couldn’t the curse be my knight in shining armor? Why do I keep on running after this illusion, mistaking it as a salvation?”

My unanswered questions remain vague and concealed. The curse flowing through my veins slowly poison me. What an addiction this is or shall I say a deadly hunger? I am cursed… cursed by life; and you are the cause and cure; hope and vanity; truth and lie;dream and reality...

The ugly face of life reveals, at certain points reality may taste like nightmares...while you are trying to escape your only destination....

A Secret Confession

A musical soul with a silent heart…
Invisible I am, in a rusty, tarnished world.
But your presence penetrates my transparency,
with vibrant colors flushing inside me.
Solemnly written scripts rearrange my thoughts ;
leaving me utterly confused about the fact-
if this is a beautiful insanity or a dangerous dilemma?
Echoes of a sudden thirst fills me in,
and all I am aware of is that...
Secretly, I have dedicated my soul to you....

Abstract Life...

Flashing lights distract me, silently steal away my attention. I feel so helpless, yet can not help being diverted. The sense of betrayal slowly swallows me. When you are leaving everything behind, sacrificing everything only because of me, in return all I am giving you is a formless vague draft of the future. No guarantee whether I will be able to reach it or not; at the moment chances and possibilities are spinning at the edge. I am struggling, fighting hard to step back to the reality, but seems like the more I am trying the more this saturated dream is pulling me back into deeper. With eyes full of blank notes, I stand on the same position like a statue. Countless unsaid words spontaneously race around my mind and fade away in course of time.

The long lost old tunes ring again. I open my eyes and confront the synthetic world… plastic dolls are chasing their fabricated dreams, and I am merely a sculpture on this drama stage… standing still...dazed and disoriented, yet breathing...

I wouldn't say I am lost..
I am just searching my way back to
..sanity..
..reality...

The Blazing Spark

It all started with a secret dream, which was locked deep inside my heart. Long time ago, the key was lost in a labyrinth of my mind. The dream was fading away, as it lay there in a dark, obsidian heart. Everyday my futile attempt to save the dream was exposing the hidden world of frustration and failure. It was into too deep; preserved in a stone-cold heart. Hope and vanity was dissolving within me and it was about time, for the dream to disappear forever. In the journey to this unknown realm of uncertainty, unexpectedly one day I met you. My heart started beating once again and I was drowning in an anonymous voyage. The electrifying spark of your piercing eyes deciphered the hidden code of my heart and the cryptic door was finally open. As the door unlocked, I was dazed to see that, thousands of blazing suns came rolling down like fireballs in my opaque, dim universe. In bewilderment, my eyes captured a view of the vivacious shades of life. Finally I identified how colorful the other side of the spectrum is.
My tranquil dream is now drowning me; and whenever I turn every corner of my life, despite all the darkness I always perceive that there is a shadowy light on my way. The strange, beautiful, sad tones of my life react with the intense spark of your eyes; and a chemical reaction occurs, releasing a new hope of LOVE and PASSION in me..... I see how dangerously beautiful this dream is through your hypnotic eyes.

I have got a feeling which is crashing me....
...and I am absolutely uncertain about its origin.