Kamna's Blog

Constant unrest Anxious heartbeat Overexcited pace Overwhelmed Rides A lifetime in a bus ride Phases don't a sentence make Phrases on the other hand stand some chance Fearless you become Of large black insects Over time It becomes a silent sweep off with a flick of a finger To extinguish an inconsequential life form So sickening to deem the existence any life form for that matter inconsequential But sometimes it is too loud for rational thought Overbearing noise All of it unwanted Excepting the the sweet sound of silence Familiar And comfortable So very comfortable Whoever said writing needed inspiration He sought it feverishly So determined and so righteous And then when he thought it a lost cause He stumbled upon it And it was really great and really cool Because then he wrote really inspired writing Nothing like this Surely

The true measure of character is how one treats those who can do them absolutely no good. If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm. No problem can withstand the assault of sustained thinking. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him. Prior planning prevents piss poor performance. Everything is imaginary. If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then that person is a piece of shit. Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried. If you're going through hell, keep going. The biggest argument against democracy is a 5 minute conversation with the average voter. Sometimes the problem is in the solution. Most times, the solution is in the problem. There are lies, damned lies and then there are statistics. The appeal of the unknown is to the extent the known is not. Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever dur...

In hindsight, riding the purple tube in the midst of the endless German water park at 4:51 am was a good idea It was a better idea than to be shampooing ham poo whose pace is almost exactly like the chewing motions of a bull's jaw And really, the girl with horse hooves for feet chose to be a blind baby elephant instead of a barren tigress when given the choice Just like sand, it was hard to stay in the confining corners of tightly wrapped fists the shape of a heart Attitude change made all the difference is what was realised The rain clouds formed in slow motion in front of brilliantly yellow eyes The very little droplets that were to cascade down mercilessly were now evaporating defying gravity's stubborn pull It's scary how real a dream can seem because then you can't tell from what's real and the dream. You are luminous you're entire true self is so blindingly bright and the imagination can conjure up any thing 'Any thing' is very promisingl...

We're all victims of our own crimes Rejected pieces Broken smashed pitiful cases Seasons past bruises black and blue Failed remnants of forgettable efforts Forsaken armies boldly dying Bolder than life's arrogant ability to cause brevity Is it an idea you can wrap your arms and legs around so you suffocate it and there's no scope for objection? It it just a platform for you to grow in the most awkward position, inevitable towards dungeons of unprecedented doom? We are all just clouds of convoluted consequence Mixing merging massively molding in one magnificent mountain of moss Disgusting demonic decorations Fierce like fire Wishing upon unopened wounds Writing never needs to imply things Implication is definite and is chased after This writing is like a pond Stagnant, and stubbornly sure, feeling so stable about being stuck These are just words Chewy, edible words you need to quickly spew out before they're swallowed subconsciously Never to be dealt...

1. How narrow minded separating parents behave; they become so insecure, act immature and so full of hate and are shameless enough to advocate hate and want sides to be picked by their innocent children. 2. People's attitudes towards having children. They feel like it's their right to procreate and that at some point you have to "settle down" which unfortunately translates to reproduction. And their anti-adoption outlook, the whole you-can't-love-another-as-much-as-you-can-love-your-own bullshit. It's so ironic then that adoptive parents are more proactive about parenthood. And since when have we become so self-and-what-is-created-out-of-our-nether-regions centred? 9 times out of 10 you love hardest and deepest those things you can never hope to aspire to and that can never be truly yours, and the reason for this kind of love being that powerful is just that - because they're not yours. It's so annoying to see a young, heavily daft, physically beaut...

There is a very misleading fallacy some of us are led to believe that we require saving. Such a thought process does nothing to increase your self worth, it just makes you emotionally volatile and messes you up real bad. Yet just the knowledge of how bad something is, isn't quite enough for someone to quit it or suppress it. It's fortunate then, that there exists real things that can actually do this healing "saving" we so shamelessly seek. The absolute best thing I can think of that accomplishes this brave act is music. Anyone who likes music enough will tell you that music possesses a very potent power. The beauty of music is in everything. Even a person born deaf would understand the value of music. It's something so intimate and so incredibly personal. I feel like everyone has a rhythm. There's a reason why some people love a certain genre or have an eclectic taste like I do. The sound of silence is music, the most beautiful kind too! Nothing gives more...

Thank the ideal alignment of the stars Thank the way the moonlight weeps through the roof that's tattering The storm has never been so welcome in all its destructive battering The room is oddly bright even through the gloom Resounding, almost audible within the walls, is her will to overcome Her mere presence is fire Friendship with darkness was too comfortable to forego before But yesterday she sat cross legged on the ocean floor Palms, faced towards the bottomless reefs, painted in sheets of scalding snow Eyes burning with the threat of unshed tears And then her heart stopped and panic struck Death became her too but she missed the Blood Soldiers So calling out to them in her meek ethereal voice They found her, and marching hard, brought her back to life Yesterday she hit her lowest point Failure is beautiful because only it could break her And broken now, she could hope again to be fixed The perfect catalyst, it found her, and forced out of her an unfamiliar i...