Questions

Why does the heart of a son less mom bleed red just like fireworks
goin up on the other end of the town in celebration?

She tried her best to get him to health but as the glistening spectacle shines
in their eyes do they know her condition?

Who would you blame? What would you say? Where would you look? to face upto
her and the millions who cry and weep and point their fingers in your direction?

Is there any way outta here? Or is this it?

Its that time of the 6 months that i write my blog.
Boy these months went by fast. Its been fun. But the one thing i really want to feel happy about aint happening. Musical satisfaction. I know thats an ambitious term but atleast a basic level of which is the mark of every good musician. 2009 is here and im still searching. Its been pretty good till now. Got my hands full and today have even resumed practicing(after a 7 month gap). Hope all this can be carried on. MOR's on its way and things seem to be looking up otherwise as well. Even then, there is this burning desire to get out and make myself. I sometimes wonder if its the oppurtunity thats been taken away or stored away for a later time. I just hope im smart enough to realise when the time comes. The kind of stuff thats happening now is quite ideal if you ask me. The only icing lacking is the presence of the band. A creative outlet. Or something of the sort. Jingles cannot be a solace. Or a commercial album for that matter. I have realised that i need a teacher. Someone who can understand whats actually going on in here. Who can actually get me when i say i dont know how to play guitar. Who can actually clear my learning disabilities wrt something i love the most. And its not math. I probably aint looking hard enough but i guess ive reached a time when i need some EXTRA luck to find these kind of peoples and then in a flash the balls to take the step to forget it all and get down to practice and learning. Ive been waking up everyday for my finger s to go crazy and produce something absolutely crazily beautiful on th e fret board. Not a complaint lord. Just a rant. What I have is truly great though. Thank you. But its killing me this in between phase(i hope) of my pursuit of songrwriting and music creation. I also hope it never ends. What the hell. Cant live without it either. Life it is. Makes us pull our hair out sitting completely still and without moving.