Better Late Than Never!

Hello people! Its been a long time since anyone has seen any action on this blog. Well I apologize for that on everyone's behalf, we have been busy with god knows what, or been just too lazy in most cases!
I give due credit to Hellexpress for his efforts to keep the blog alive, while the other members had gone fishing :P
Some news 1st, our blog will be going through some major changes which will come into effect soon enough hopefully. The major reason being that the force has gone through some major changes as well, the force has progressed, matured and moved further on. So there is a lot that needs to be updated!
You guys will see more of that later, but for now, on behalf of the entire Pathetic Force I would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! I know its a last minute thing..but like it reads, better late than never.
So guys and girls, have a great Christmas (whatever is left of it!) and an amazing new year, and most importantly, if you're pathetic be proud of it!
May the force be with us!

journey of hell express

As tears start rolling down my face,
yet life moves on with a subtle pace,
as reality becomes more of an enigma by the day,
and memories haunt me even more everyday,
as life stops, stumbles and yet moves on,
and might makes way for another dawn,
I realize it's always been you girl,
who made my life shine like a pearl


With every passing day life becomes more strange,
you seem so close, so within my range,
yet you move away, a punishment for every time I sinned,
my journey becomes more like that of a candle in the wind,
today my journey through hell becomes even more acceptable,
I wish my mind and heart could for once be stable.
The pain doesn't subside, nor do the fears let go
and life becomes tougher as every friend turns foe


Today everything seems so right, yet so wrong,
as I sit, to try, to pen down this song,
Pain seems good as inferno seems better,
As fear, pain, memories seem to clutter,
Yet everyday I try to make a fresh start,
as pain pierces my heart like a dart,
I try to get up and face the world everyday,
and yet my life seems to be made up of clay

Mind,Soul,Spirit-BEDEVILED

Two weeks of emptiness does surround me,
my heart aches and yearns to be free,
hapiness seems glum as memories occupy,
desires my soul to be a merlin and fly.

Reality seems blue as fantasy seems real,
so profound are my wounds it can but heal,
confound me do the deep caverns of sorrow,
the pain pierces my heart like an arrow.

All that's left inside me is pure rage,
feels like an animal bound in a cage,
it feels enclosed among perilious acerbic wires,
it explodes from me my unfathomable desires.

Sadly nothing is what i am left with now,
the field of happiness seems hard to plow,
yet as always i will rise up one day,
to avenge every second that got wasted away



This started at two am on 23rd May and was created by the joint efforts of DeMoNsTeR and Hell Express.

Uneasiness

As the path entwines,
It moves towards a curved tip,
The faint light falls on a dog,
It reflects a shivering state,
Dark as dark can be,
A split second misjudgment,
A plastic in the street,
Whistles all around.

I wake up in the ship,
The waves seem rough,
The waters hit the deck, hard,
The winds cools up the hot burning feel,
It’s windy how can it be hot?
The waters splash against my face,
Feels a lot cooler now.

The waves seems to be dying,
The feel of queasiness seems less,
“The shiver seems to be petering out”
The sun seems to be rising,
The light slowly increases density,
The dog still lies still,
The only trembling figure seems me.



Influenced by Persia and Strange Thoughts both from this blog site

The Dream -- A Journey to the Present

A place of Good or Evil is this world not, but a place of Dreams;
Toil hard day and night do the humans, for so it seems;
Reality is but unreal because what is not real is actually the real;
Dreams however unreal is but possible, for tis' what humans feel;
Dreams can be many, some humans dream all day whilst some do not;
Dreams can be various, some humans dream of wealth whilst some dream of food hot;

I also had a Dream once upon a time;
Dream of sweet love, turned to sour lime;
For whence I doth see a couple, the more inspired I became;
"If they can be like that, why can I not be the same?"
Innocent was I, as I was not aware of the core truth and I was lame;
I tried, failed, tried, failed, tried yet again, failed all the same;
Heartbroken was I, but I gave not my ground up yet;
I fell and I stood up, ready to place my hopes on another bet;
To respect and be respected, to love and be loved, was all I wanted;
'Stead this world taught me things, painful, destruction to me was granted;

This time I stand up, but only to walk with a different view;
They will pay, they who had humiliated me to the ground, those few;
The childhood journey, started with one wish, changed me into a lich;
The core truth, that your love has no value over those who are the famous rich;
Wealth the root of evil and corruption, attracts the humans and makes them dream;
And so I wonder,"Are these humans masters of their fate or mere slaves of their dream?";

As I live on with this scar upon my once jovial heart;
Sure am I, that my respect for humans will one day depart;
Dreams makes humans weak, Suicides are the witness's of such;
Such is the nature of humans, and so its a truth very much;
And as I continue on the journey which I had once started as a lame child;
I look up at the sky, and find that the weather is gentle and wind is mild...................

Hell's nightmare

This is the first entry of the year but I would like to take you back some time along my journey of life. Days, weeks, months, years have since passed by at a stretch. Must be some ten years now, no it’s been fourteen. It’s strange how much those ultra-small, microscopic particles we often refer as brain cells can remember so much from our past, even from our youth. It was the month of April I remember it well because just the day before that particular day on which I am commenting was Holi, the festival of colours. I remember having played Holi outside my city on my tour to Madhya Pradesh. We left around ten in the morning for Bandhavgarh a national reserve camp in Madhya Pradesh. The journey was very long and after short stoppages at places where people were seen playing holi we finally made our way towards our destination.

Our journey was very long and as night came it became quite dark. I realized we were headed through the forest and right into it. We passed two hotels and then I realized that my love for an adventurous stay in the forest had been made. The strange feel of the faint moonlight entering through the tall trees cast strange silvery shadows along the road and as the leaves of the trees rustled the silvery shadows seemed to move, nearly every turn seemed to reveal some kind of a wild animal running away at the sudden intrusion of the headlights into the calm, quiet and serene environment of the forest.

Finally, we reached the government lodge around seven in the evening and I realized that for once my bravery would be put to an ultimate test. The lodge was situated way inside the jungle and very close to the core area. If that was not enough the room we were about to live in was above ground level and the pathway to those cottages were supported by some pillars right in the open surroundings of the jungle. Just as we were entering the room, the bellboy, who was carrying our luggage gave us or rather particularly me the biggest fright of all. Just the night before our arrival thus referring to the full moon night of the Holi purnima, a tiger had killed a bison just below our cottage and parts of the bison still remained to be cleared. The pathway was not that high and if a tiger or a leopard really wanted it could easily jump its way up for some tasty human meat. I remember being very scared and the splendid decor of the cottage hardly did anything to subside my fear. I was so scared I could not move towards the restaurant for dinner which was near the reception office I had to be assisted by my parents .

That night I had a very bloodcurdling nightmare. I saw myself covered with colours except that they weren’t colours at all. I was bathed in my blood as it oozed out from my face, limbs and my torso. A tiger was roaming around me waiting to go in for the final kill while the silvery shadows of the trees slowly turned into jackals, wolves, hyenas and some animals I didn’t see before and as the tiger rounded of for the final kill going straight for my neck I woke up with a start shaking and trembling with fear.

The tiger came again but this time I was not saved, it went in for my throat as I shouted out only to awake again to may parents’ comforting, I was no longer in the jungle outside my cottage nor was I in the cottage, I was back in my room at my house. The dream had followed me all the way here and as far as I remember I could not sleep alone again for a year or so. As time passed, slowly I had forgotten that event but then suddenly one night it all came back to me in the jungles of Kaziranga. It seemed very strange to me when I woke up as the hotel in Kaziranga where I stayed was far away from the core jungle and I had already visited many jungles before. The dream is again lost somewhere in those very brain cells waiting to be relived, to be awoken again by some sort of stimulus.

Well you may have expected a dream involving monsters, fire and some similar stuff after reading the name but that’s how it is. Pathetic! Isn’t it?

Note: The lodge as you see in the picture has been modified and commercialized today to suit human habitation but the true virginity of the surroundings and the chilling feel that arose within me during the stay there may be a bit hard to imagine.