Lilith

Lilith

*hoot*
=]
Finally done.
I drew that.The artist reworked it.But I drew that.
Custom ink is simply put.. r.a.d .
So there's a little bit of everything.
The same doodle can be found in my copies,on my school desk.. Lilith wasn't born in a day. :P
Here's why I decided on the owl.And stuck to it.
But for me,she stands more for experience.And observance.And the wisdom she gains from her experiences.
All my tattoos end up having strong Celtic/Druid connections.
I left out "Solus Ipse". Truth be told, I do get affected by my external surroundings sometimes. So nothing that I will regret later.
So Lilith's perched on her branch of transience. 'Memento Mori' being Latin for -Remember Your Mortality- And I couldn't leave the headphones out.Just couldn't.Music's always been the language I communicate in best.
And her eyes are blue.From all the events she's witnessed.She's absorbed a little bit of the grief and melancholy she's seen herself.
3x3 inches of skin to remind me that everything really turns into dust someday.Perhaps,my last ink.
It covered up a little bit off my self injury.
Now,its a beautiful scar.
Yay babaay. x]
Happy 2012
To a life where my tattoos are my only commitments.
I don't have a hangover. :/

*Knights Of Cydonia-The Killers*

Do you know why Lilith was banished from The Garden of Eve? Find out. ;]

This Time.

I want a humongous mug of hot chocolate.A warm blanket and lots of snuggling to go with it.
Its been the coldest Winter Kolkata has experienced in over a decade.Did you know?Well,know.
The word "subservient" just popped into my mind.I figure its another attempt made by my subconscious to play mind Scrabble with me. Not interested.
I am going to wake up early tomorrow and shop for my solo party the night after.[Referring to the alcohol.No I don't fancy rotten food much].This would be my only New Year's Eve spent alone ever yet and for years to come.I figured,why not leap and seize it?
The only thing I'll miss is the fabled Midnight Kiss.Which wasn't to be this year anyway.I thought I believed in free love when I was much younger.I thought I didn't believe in the puristic definition of love.
Until I was put to test.
And realisation hit me like a bazooka.Turns out,I'm a prude when it comes to matters of the heart.
What a bummer. -.- Right? So,basically I'm all about old world charm and storybook romances. That is kind of hard to live with. And since my ideas are so malleable, I make do with a modernised less expectant view. Jacked for life and probably dying alone. I know. Thank you for reminding me Annoying Voice In The Head. Try shutting up sometime, its a priceless virtue.
And while I'm at stark realisations.. The fights have been getting even more bitter and over the littlest things with the passing day.The first thing I'm gonna do while at college is look up property deals like crazy.I need my own apartment.SOON.
Don't call me selfish.You don't know.
I really am best suited for a hobo life.The idea appeals.I really would not mind.
I want a quill -__- a jar of ink.
Weirder dreams every night still.
Whatever.That was probably it.
Goodnight folks.
Its nice that I know that time is the only thing I have on my side.Nothing but time.

Youth is wasted on the young.

One last poem.

It Burned Me

In little cardboard boxes

you've put away your life

and i longed to see myself there

but i was to be found nowhere in sight

a treasure here,a jewel there

you had your gems-scattered everywhere

when i asked,you returned

that i had fed the fire

you burned,all alone

if you lie-you're called a liar

and my face had turned rubber

about a couple light years since

everything happened

now there's no lie,it can't convince

i must have burned too

when you set my memories aflame

yes i must have burned for,this i know

not all of life is a game

so as you break them into pieces 

so they can fit under your lid

i still remember deep in my heart

all the things that we did.

Now Playing- You by Breaking Benjamin.

What if

So school ended.

Dad,you would have been proud.I wore a sari to the farewell.I ditched my denims.I know you wanted to see me in one someday.I wanted you to see me in one too.

Well ..I bet you got a 360 degree look from above.Eh?You lucky dude. :D

As I sit in my favourite place in the world. And watch the smoke curl out of my lips and make a symphony in the air before it too is gone.I remember,there is no right or wrong in this world.There is nothing.But what I am and what I want my world to be.I am the queen and the slave.And I am nothing as I am everything.

It feels so good to blog again.To continue this exercise of chronicling every little bit of life I see.Make no mistake,I live all the while.Just as much.

I jump in.I pull out.

I am.And you are.

I have poetry to share.In the next post.

Impromptu plans are the schizz.Picture 11 girls getting bored and deciding to ditch all the last day drama in school only to land up in the most notorious watering hole in the city with their school batch T-shirts on.Rad much?

Oh.And also.Being shit scared.Of suspension.Because you now have a permanent tattoo staring out your wrist.In school.And have the co-ordinator walk upto you and appreciate your ink for real.Without the slightest hint of sarcasm. :]

Yes,Karma.I love you all the more now.

AND I lost my cellphone AGAIN.But lets not go into that. -_- I have SO much happening.Its a happy blur pretty much again.

Tomorrow.Gn.

Its Always Winter In My Mind.

[Song Playing - I Fucking Hate You by Godsmack.]
I shiver.
I need a fire.
And warmth.
Arms around me.Lips to kiss.
I am cold.
I need rum to burn my throat.
And dull my senses.
I am too aware.
I am too concerned.
But instead.I hurt.
And the pain is beautiful.
Ethereal.
All consuming.
Magnanimous.
You are my snow.
You are my fever.
I look at your eyes shine.
And the needle pierces my skin.
This one is forever. =]

Got it.Finally.The second bit of ink.Pictures to be put up soon.
I feel hardcore with Lilith staring down my wrist all the time.Her eyes are blue. <3