...Shits and Pieces...

I don't have anything to write a song about.
No love, no loss, no experience
my mind ain't blank but the flow is dead
I do have thoughts but the paper's white
bottled up these many lives
I don't know if they will burst
or like me, just die.

People move, weather changes
lights flicker and seasons pass by
the bird flies, comes back
they eat, they crave, they be
Everyone is their good selves
No one can be themselves
because we today call it darkness
Everyone has darkness inside
but no one can unlock it without
the risk of loosing freedom
There may be saints out there
but in this world they are crucified.

...Tool...

I've always wanted to make an Animation film. On my old Win 95 computer I made a looping animation in which two fighters with super powers, one with an energy blast and the other with an extended hand choke slam, keep hitting each other. And that was like 15 years ago.
OK, so, about an year I completed my MS Physics and then realized that I won't even hang the degree in my drawing room, and a few months later I bought a new phone and downloaded this animation app. So, why not make an animation? Draw with your fat fingers on a 5 inch screen. Cool.
And I took the path of the traditional frame by frame animation. The path Walt Disney walked upon and since has been the path most travelled by. But its easier to make animation these days. But, what the hell, why not go as old school as you can in the process. And I don't have tracing papers or a glass tabletop with a light underneath.
So, Yadda-yappitty-yadda, I'm not good at working tedious jobs and long hours. So, it took me some time but I made it. I drew atleast 150 independent frames without any copy pasting and it took me about 15-20 hours spread over around 6 months, I guess. And took me another half an hour to compose the music. Yeah, I'm good at it.
So, all bullshit aside, here's the final result. Enjoy if you can! It's only 18 seconds long.

Special thanks to : Flipaclip, nice app. Xiaomi Mi3, nice phone. Fruity loops, if only we hadn't uprooted out earthing apparatus. My home, nice place. My family, nice people. And to Harsh, Mayank and CR for not being Rajiv Masand.

Edit 1 : OK, so this upload is in low quality. Let me see if I can get the HD one.

Edit 2: Here Watch in 720p

...Mumbles...

They keep on pushing the GTA V PC release date. And even after I 'get' it I am not sure my PC is gonna run it smoothly, or even run it. That's called hope. Waiting and waiting patiently and not even knowing if it's gonna happen for you when it will. And I am a patient man.
And it's almost an year since I completed my college. And I'm here, where I was. But I am more than I was. I love puzzles. Green lights. You see? Hahaha! No I'm not. Neither are you. You see now? Hahaha! Well, as I said, no I'm not. It's obvious to think that I am. But you should think deeper.
Just messing with you. I am an asshole. Freedom of expression eh? It's all right. I never cared enough. So, the thing is that it all makes sense. To me? No! Well, I'm doing it again. Can't stop myself. It's just so tempting.
Anyway, life is fine. Good food, good music, entertainment, what more can a living being ask. And where's that red button. Ah! there it is. *BEEP*

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...Why did you kill me?...

Cold rain, somber gray sky,
a hail storm,
oh the green fields,
crops still green, lying dead,
so quite, so beautiful in their slumber,
hanging from the neem tree,
hanging from ceiling fan,
panting on the corner of my field,
shock, I die, did I?
Or did you kill me?
Sure it's not suicide,
but are you to blame?
Uncontrollable, wild, unpredictable,
in your beauty, in your innocence,
you lay waste to my lands, my living, my life.
Do I blame you?
For my last moment, for the rest of theirs?
Oh you're potent, you just are, am I?
I'm just you, without me you aren't.
But I'm still with you in death.
You're still me and I'm you.
So, can I?  Can I blame you?
I really want to, I do,  I don't. 

...Illusions...

Today I just felt like I was alive. lol.

... Fragile...

The songs I made today
 I forgot to write them down.
Now they are just lines in the past,
lines that left just a tangled frown.

Songs of rationale, songs of life,
songs which never were, of laughter and damp cries.
 If I ever meet them again
in the palace of the clutter of my mind
I'll greet them and treat myself one more time.

But I won't write them down
Just loose and refuse to share them.
 They're no dark secrets,
just small lines which I can call mine.



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