Running Rhyme

Crowded Words

2011-04-17T22:57:00.000-07:00

Power..
Beneath the flow of time,
Surreal echoing of chimes,
Agonized altruism comes next,
Burning desires of lost generation.

Watching everything fall,
The hidden animal of enormous power comes to the deprived,
[It] Offers them salvation and -
Kills them just for delight.

Politician..
White man with no clothes,
Torch bearer of the millions aboard,
Penetrates our city,
With his wicked desires -
and lust for bloodied throne.
Then people like YOU,
Stand up,
And for YOU they fire the rifles,
Killing one more!

Pretense..
Street with poor,
Dirt roads in pain,
Plastic women smiling,
At young newbie,
Disillusioned street lights,
Stare constantly,
Witnessing the acts,
Behind those transparent doors..

Before Integration - The time has come

2011-04-17T22:49:00.000-07:00

It was winters of year 2006. In Delhi, a rock fest called ‘Swatantra’ was organized by couple of ignited minds of North Campus. Our band, ‘Verses’ was becoming moderately famous band in western India and so, when an invitation to perform in ‘Swatantra’ came, none of us were surprised. We were thrilled to have chance to play with other BIG bands, including ‘Indus Valley’, ‘Parikrama’ & ‘Pentagram’ among others.

Line up of ‘Verses’ had Jojo (drummer), Rohan(guitar), Rumit(rythm guitar), Ali (Bassist) and me (key board & vocals). The idea of ‘Verses’ was originated when I and Rohan were jamming. Rohan knew about my passion for poetry and was keen on giving it a shot to turn couple of them into songs. Later, when Jojo and Ali joined the band, they brought in their own songs which contributed majorly in the success of ‘Verses’ in the genre. Rumit was a friend of Jojo and liked to hang out with us. He was also a good guitar player but, neither he nor us spoke to him about joining ‘Verses’. Until one day, when one of the songs demanded a rhythm guitar and we picked the obvious one! With Rumit, line up of ‘Verses’ was complete.

Our first song that made us ‘known’ among rock ‘n’ roll lovers was not a rock song. It was a cover of Reggae hit of north India. In one of the rustic pub of pune, we played ‘Chai, Chillum, Chapati’ one evening and that night, we gave our first autographs to our fans!!!!

[To be Continued..]

Integration - Continues..

2011-04-17T22:48:00.001-07:00

Electrifying solos of Tutu followed by Ri were slowly reaching towards the final cut. I wasn’t needed on stage so, I was quietly standing aside and patiently observing Ri’s innocent expressions as she made million eyes drool over the beats. At the same time, Tutu was trying to impress his girl with impeccable bottleneck picking. His girl seemed genuinely interested in his guitar and Tutu. I wanted to change the order to Tutu and his guitar but then, dropped the thought. She was sitting in the front - at some instances, her face looked pale and eyes green, and I wondered where Tutu’s solos were coming from!

The crowd was all charged up. Head-bangers had lost their heads. There were some new comers who had been in the back, trying to learn how to head-bang without twisting & hurting their own necks. Sigh! ‘Poor kids! they dunno howta ROCK’, one of the organizers standing next to me said in his Indian born US accent.

It was time for me to take the stage again!

‘Hell yeah! we ‘re here and I know we are TOGETHER’

‘I want to tell you about this strange dream I had’
‘No, it ain’t about a girl or the nightmares you have!’
‘It was slightly twisted but, so are you, aren’t you?’ (some giggles and sound of yelling)

[By this time, Zumi, Ri and Tutu knew that the ‘on stage’ improvisation time had come! Tutu had opened it for the other two and soon they all were in sync]

‘While walking on my terrace,
Under untainted moon light,
I felt a different colored miracle had hit me, all right?’

‘I was sleeping in my bedroom,
With walks on wall waiting by,
I took that first bizarre step,
and the world was closing by’

‘The lizard on the ceiling,
Watched it as stunning sight.
And soon I was running for her,
Around fancy fan and colored tube-light’

…..

Those lines continued.

[to be continued..]

Integration : Set me free

2011-04-17T22:46:00.000-07:00

Soon, ‘Integration’ was asked to do necessary sound check. Tutu had brought his new fender F cut guitar which he called ‘Black Magic Woman’. Of course, ‘Black Magic Woman’ would create wonders with its deep and heavy sound. Ri and Zumi took their own time to get the ’sound’ right. Zumi was about to fight with the sound engineer when he said that he could not set bass guitar’s volume that high as it might blow the speakers off. Zumi said she didn’t care! Again, I diverted her mind to her favorite brand and she gave up.

On the lawn & staircase, youth was getting settled. Some of them were observing the same from their hostel windows. Some had come from different colleges/schools in the town. I spotted a tattoo designer in the crowd, he was showcasing his art and offering free tips for tattoos to pretty girls. Also, there were few old people with white long hair.

I guess, it was the time !

We took the stage. Zumi, Ri, Tutu and I. Lights went dim. One of the guy introduced ‘Integration’ to the audience as a band that was known for its on stage improvisations and provocative yet profound lyrics. He said few more good things about the band but I didn’t want to remember them and so, I don’t! I was ready to take over - the mic was with me now.

Audience was silent. I starred at them for a minute, disturbing them, teasing them!

‘Good Evening’, I said.

‘Goooooooooooooood Evening’, I screamed.

‘The first song of the day, is for YOU’, I yelled.

‘Its called, ‘Set me free’ ‘

‘In my life,

I think I have been surrounded,

By people of different words and rhymes,

As I think of my yester year,

I want to run free and fly..

Set me free today,

Set me free tomorrow,

This life is mine,

Let me live it now,

Set me free………………………’

Tutu’s fender was creating wonders. Zumi and Ri were at their recent best, and as they took over and made their instruments talk, I started roaming in the audience.

Integration

2011-04-17T22:42:00.000-07:00

Later that evening, I met Zumi at a rock concert in NID. I told Zumi about my dream of a man without sense of dimensions and showed her lines I had scribbled the same morning. I asked her what she thought about those lines. She just looked at me, smirked and looked away.

About Zumi :

Zumi is basist of our band. A backbone in true sense. I met Zumi when she was with a blues band called, ‘Rustic Rhymes’. Few minutes later, Ri and Tutu joined us. I didn’t tell them about the dream, just because I knew they would enjoy it. First time, Tutu got his girl for our gig. She looked finicky to me. However, Zumi became friends with her instantly because she was carrying Zumi’s favourite brand! Ri was least bothered about what was going around.

About Tutu and Ri:

Tutu started learning sitar when he was 8. By age of 15, he started appearing in concerts. Later, he decided to pick up guitar and he met me or he met me and he decided to pick up guitar. Actually, none of us remember correct sequence for certain strongly considerable reasons. He soon deserved a lead guitar!! Ri, a multitalented phenomenon. She played drums and equally proficient in flute and violin. Unlike others, I met her in my college. So, four of us, Zumi, Ri, Tutu and I, make a band called ‘Integration’.

The room - 1

2010-01-12T11:52:00.000-08:00

As the mass of youth settled, darkness colored ‘the room’. Scanty light, however, made a goblet-shaped part slightly protruding from eastern wall, visible. Crowd was murmuring about the proceedings.

A sudden sound from the finest quality speakers appalled the viewers but, it subsided immediately. From the projector room, X and his team-mates, started the movie. The movie projected musings of a common man - in India. A common man - from various parts of India. A common man - like you and I. The silent movie was about, the viewers - present and not present in ‘the room’.

And on a defining moment of the movie, X and his band mates appeared on stage. With their instruments - X for that matter, carried a book and pen. They provoked the crowd - not for the physical chaos but, the internal one.

“I dropped my weapons long back,
But, I think it ain’t enough,
I need to get down on my knees,
And wait for them to punish me bitter!
What I studied in school,
Has been forgotten long back,
The streets since ‘47,
Have never been in such despair !
Winds of change,
They all talk about,
Where is it ?
What is it ?

- Ah ! but I know my small hand will count..
For our future,
We should stand,
We must stop being bird of prey”

- ‘the room’ was a call to light the fire against corruption, of all the form. It was a call, to stand against capricious reign. It was a call to YOUTH to be learned and throw away the darkness of ignorance.

Next time, when they met, it was ‘On the streets’ !

The room..

2009-12-27T20:32:00.000-08:00

As the time progressed, the youth gathered near the gates of “the room”. An unknown writer of yesteryear had described this era as fecund years of reformation of Indian sub-continent. It was around 10 in the night when a masked man walked to this gathering, with posters – painted with flamboyant colors. The posters carried graffiti, designs, paintings, free verse poems – written in almost all styles of fonts available. Another masked man popped out of some street, distributing masks and t-shirts. White masks and black t-shirts to be precise. X had contributed severely in the designing of attires. According to his interview with a journalist, he had revealed that the head covering white masks showed that “our minds are at peace and we are very much aware of what we are doing.” The black T-shirt, however, had ambiguous meaning, left to the perception of people. Most of them took it as a symbol of grief.

Around 11, the doors of “the room” were opened. Nobody rushed in, they walked serenely into the hall – it was, as if a thought was allowed to visit mind without obstructions. They all set in – quietly.

“Life altering act was about to begin”

Evening..

2009-12-27T02:26:00.000-08:00

The evening looked lugubrious – not because the sun had already departed or the clouds were covering the sky. May be it was so because the men on road looked more dull and sad. It looked as if sadness was spreading, across the nation and this particular evening, was merely a reflection of it. The lethargic thought of demolishing futile democracy was finally proliferating. The most intelligent brains of the country had escaped to their favorite citadel. It appeared that, the strange evening, was categorizing the mass of people – travelling physically towards their home.

Few years back, X had visited the same area, with his very best friends. They had sat somewhere nearby when someone had pointed out that strange cross-roads. Later, X had tried to stand at the center of those cross roads – Alone. It was said that the center of cross-roads was source of energy – a source of power, negative or positive & X, had also felt it. Today, X was alone – near the cross roads. His hands carried something – a big jar like vessel.

Traffic signals turned green and X walked with the traffic. He looked around, few hundred eyes, as if hypnotized, careless towards what they were about to see. He searched for the strange sun. He tried to find the mad moon but could get only glimpse of it – the clouds were saving it from witnessing history. As he approached the center of cross-roads, his steps became more firm & his soul more determined. He emptied the liquid in the vessel on his body & then he, lit the light. He looked around, for one final time. Soon, the flames caught his body. And he took a deep breath – and before his last breath, he screamed out loud:

“All shall die in search for the freedom”

Same Old Sun..

2008-11-10T10:01:00.002-08:00

They are coming to take us,
The prodigal, threatening faced angels,
With their voracious desires to steal our conscience,
And make us subdued mass of living dead..

With their magnanimous intellect,
And incisive wisdom,
They will rule on us..

Our world,
With our contentious leaders
& corrupted religions,
Prepares for an armed strife with their tanks & bombers..

The angels of freedom & unity,
Talks to human's frailty,
& before the world of dark sarcasm realize,
The prosperous same old sun awakes from forgotten east of earth..

Moments of Wisdom..

2008-11-10T10:01:00.001-08:00

In the time of profound pains,
When all innocence, stingy intentions get unveiled,
I cry a secret tear for such disgrace,
And regain my passion to be insane..

I seek, from knowledge of erudite who drew miracle on sand,
what does it take to make a virtuous stand ?
- Against possible licentious, corrupt sins !
And by being here, in the life,
I was confounded to know its inner sides,
To know it smiles & how it winds..

The Invisible Man of a greature stature,
Refrained from allowing my thoughts to roam further,
With some more masked words,
I shall come back here..

To my nation

2008-11-10T10:00:00.001-08:00

I am some animal of some forest and this is what happened to my forest some years back :

A cat, with her strident and sharp sound, woke up the entire forest of frightening, deadly animals possessing inordinate vigor & a mind equipped with intelligence. The cat with her wild and widely expressive face, brought to their notice an upcoming calamity. The strongest lion and the wise giraffe thought upon it while the rest of the community, watched them with submissive, worried faces. Lion expressed his willingness to think upon the situation for some more time while giraffe had a scepter like disciples to take care of.Staggered by this act of their beloved leaders, rest of the animals offered their services to refrain from the misfortune the calamity may bring. But the lion's ministry deprived them of their rights and resources to help others until asked for it otherwise.

Animals must gather, lest an unforeseen, lethal calamity may destruct their lives once for all. But before those poor with meager resources could do anything, calamity crashed upon them. That, in turn, broke the courage of my country & filled them with fear of destruction, and since then, my poorly rich country struggles each time the calamity comes in form of terrorist attack, flood, inflation, food crisis, political stability or corruption.

Poor's Passion !!!!

2008-11-10T09:58:00.000-08:00

For the life swaying on the roads,
In their house, they keep their hunger on hold,
I have seen how they kill the cold..

In their hours of deepest needs,
They have been struggling on the streets,
With an emotion to follow,
And nothing else to borrow..

I have seen them diluting in the dark,
& never showing their faces again,
To hold their hands,
Even the greatest of kings may feel dismayed..

Sheep On Roll...

2008-11-10T09:57:00.002-08:00

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Do you know I am going insane ?
I need some load
And I need some strain,
To earn my bread,
I want to work from today..

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Have you been to town lately?
The sheep there play,
Enjoy in turmoil,
They 've been friends with chaos,
And thats where they find some joy..

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Have you heard of some ancient village ?
Where sheep did help,
In making some mysterious fleece..

I don't mind climbing mountain,
I don't mind descending deep,
I just want to be what a sheep is meant to be..

Hey Mr.Shepherd there,
Do you know I am going insane ?
I need some load
And I need some strain,
To earn my bread,
I want to work from today..

Last Illusion..

2008-11-10T09:57:00.001-08:00

In the predefined expression,
She stayed for a moment,
Comparing her mourns,
And some reasons to rejoice..

On the top of mountain of mud,
She saw him starring at her,
Asking silently,
To return him his sun -
The sun of the brightest of knowledge,
The sun untainted and flawless..

She stood still,
Flinging her violent smile,
Throwing her tantrums and whimsical sighs,
To kill a bond of "I" and "mine"..

Attracted by her psychological tricks,
He decided to take his last breath on the ridge,
He tried to think against his will,
Before he jumped from the hill
& since then,
He is floating in the world of men, women and the unborn children..

Majestic Man..

2008-11-10T09:56:00.003-08:00

It was another day,
When we searched for a penny till the sunset,
We gave a chance to ourselves,
And decided to stop till the morning breaks..

I know it was a depressive night,
And we searched for places to hide,
That soft little girl who ran across the hall,
With her silky manners and small hands,
She waved from the window,
She gave us some bread,
She gave us smile,
And told us everything will be all right..

She told us some truth,
And she shared some lies,
She called him "Majestic Man",
Who absorbs all the pain,
Who always makes her smile..

She asked us to wait for her man,
And when we awoke,
It was another morning
And we had our next sigh..

Cuban Cigar..

2008-11-10T09:56:00.001-08:00

Excuse me, Miss,
Would you light my cuban cigar please ?
I have been watching you from another corner,
I would want you to light it for me, Miss..

Hello ? Miss,
I know you hate eating your food wrapped in a silver foil,
But then,
I know how you struggle to get out of turmoil..

"Do you talk ?
Do you laugh ?"
I wondered at times,
But before you could realize,
I could hear your lies..

Hey, Golden girl,
Just a cuban cigar..

Holding On..

2008-11-10T09:55:00.001-08:00

Years have passed by,
And now I look back,
I find you everywhere still,
And memories of you remain intact,
Its not a trouble,
And I am no foul,
I still have faith in what I am looking for..

I saw you with me,
I saw you with him,
I scream no more of pain,
Because I am sure your memories will remain..

I hate the nation that has swallowed you,
But I have faith in love that I have for you..

Sounds of Strife..

2008-11-10T09:54:00.002-08:00

RED rose from that guilty, muddy water,
Talking of her picturesque memory and stubborn desires,
Questioning her ability to survive in meager amenities,
Limiting her respect for reality,

Striving - Stretching boundary of escapism,
I left that unknown shore and muddy water,
In discord with deities of water and fate,

Live in search for that golden face,
That I see again and again..

Troubled Arguements..

2008-11-10T09:54:00.001-08:00

Songs of spring were falling apart,
And fallacy of fall was drifting at par..

Under shadows of shining sun,
She sat with her eyes closed,
Breaking, falling, crying, dying
Beneath covers of those closed eyes..

Looking for love to reborn,
Waiting for her troubled arguements to go..

Lacking the spirit of that unknown spark,
Trying to hold her self hard,
When colors of sun were fading apart,
Sorrows her troubled arguements began to start..

Sadly she stood up,
And looked for someone to hug,
Before she broke,
She wanted to tell someone about her troubled arguements and love..

From the streets of psychedelia..

2008-11-10T09:53:00.001-08:00

Read some stanza and ponder upon some verse,
Scream some words until the psyche gets burnt,
He will take care of all your pains and hurts..

Build dreams on strong grounds of frailty,
Frittering away from absurd reality..
From gloomy past to day dream diva,
Face struggle of conscience against curses of "Maseeha"..

Forming a chemical culture around,
Hiding from limitations and bounds,
He - the unknown source of said freedom - absconds away with a desire to melt into the absolute consciousness,

And "Maseeha" sails away,
And he sails AWAY..

Un-creating..

2008-11-10T09:50:00.000-08:00

A bit of tickle and little tremble,
My eyes flicker and I do some fumble,
Watching through intricate simplicity,
And running towards sanity..

Ego melts,
And some expression dwells,
"I" get lost,
And a different universe unveils..

I run like a child,
And I throw those pretenses aside,
I live in this very moment,
While going towards my Uncreated state..

I am going back,
Unlearning everything,
Un-creating walls of reason,
Breaking this treason..

Road to..

2008-11-10T09:48:00.000-08:00

Last stone of eternal grave shall be placed correctly by my religion,
What I am is in relation to my religion,

I know they weep and shed their tears like those crazy drama seekers,
We have enrolled our selves in to the academia of mass destruction..
Driven by incongruous forces of outer world..

If, I am not tomorrow,
May be you shall fill my space - place..

Feast of Friends..

2008-10-22T08:18:00.000-07:00

Its Friday today & the invisible man has read and watched enough of Hitler & Nazi Germany today. He tried hard to remember their names, though, some of them were there, in his mind. He liked to read & speak about Himler, Hermann Goring and of course, Hitler.He had an invitation to join the unpredictable orange, pacifier purple & rebellious black for some drinks. He, had enjoyed with all of them in the past & with the hope that today could be the same old day, he prepared himself for the evening.He always enjoyed company of pacifier purple. She had always been someone like him. He enjoyed throwing his sarcastic tantrums at her & of course, received some more back. He considered flirting with her was a virtue. With all such thoughts, when he entered the pub, the other three were already there. While walking towards them, he spoke secretly with their facial expressions and noticed that pacifier purple was looking gorgeous as ever. Before he sat, he knew what all things he wanted tonight. With a call to waiter, he began to enjoy the evening..

More than his drinks, he always loved the idea of drinking when his favorite music was being played. Today, he had all the reasons to rejoice. After long time, he had managed to get rid of RED, for sometime though. As the smoke started to penetrate, his seemingly daft questions began to appear the most sensible ones, his erratic manners triumphantly touched the customs and manners of civilized British society, his voice rose and sounded like one of those Rock 'n' Roll stars. Above all, however, his manifestation of ideal life began to spread its winds till the land of unknown, unseen, unheard & probably, never even thought by him ever before.Suddenly, pacifier purple and rebellious black winked at him & he knew that he had to see Unpredictable Orange's acts. He smiled at them & felt it a bit difficult to stay in that reality..

The Invisible Man, brought back to reality by Pacifier Purple & Rebellious Black, initiated conversation on the things he liked. He announced secretly, "Life's but a walking shadow..", While the Pacifier Purple & Rebellious Black looked horrified by this expression, Unpredictable Orange knew that this was Shakespeare who wrote it.The music began to get smarter gradually & shadows of lights were fading. The Invisible Man was trying to enter his "Streets of Psychedelia", a psychologically created place. But since, he had been there in past, he believed that such place was there. He kept trying & then, gave it up. And that when the doors opened and he felt a placid feeling. Now, he saw - the Pacifier Purple and Rebellious Black being melt into each other to form some new color. Unpredictable Orange had resigned from such perilous act & hence, was dropped from the mind of the Invisible Man. In the street, he gathered new colors & kept them melting with whatever he had.By the time he reached end, he needed only one color - RED which, once attained, would make him prepare the color of Gods, White - the eternity. He is still waiting there, in his streets of Psychedelia.

Ashen Lady..

2008-10-22T08:16:00.000-07:00

Today, I saw your face in everything I rested my eyes upon. I am writing this while breathing future of our lives. My knowledge does not bring me enough words to portray your beautiful eyes on this canvas of true love & my imagination is leaving my side when I think about your immaculate smile flowing, running, dancing on your perfectly carved face. I understand how envious the great god might have felt on seeing you. Tell me, O beautiful princess, How shall I pretend to be calm when I see others talking to you ? How shall I restrict my possession ? How shall I express my wish to hold your hand in the toughest of time and during fearsome nights ? Dear lady, how shall I make you see everything that I do ?
The Invisible Man

Morning..

2008-06-17T03:56:00.000-07:00

Flying particles & water vapor together,
Scattered the blue light,
Threw a RED morning for sight,
Colors of joyous sorrows and tearful happiness,
Blended perfectly in the sky..

And I sunbird with it's tubular tongue,
Started singing a welcome song,
With its arms wide open,
It divided the world in two emotions - notions,

Calming down the night full of furry,
Sun rose a bit,
& looked straight into the eyes of its RED, yellow, blue men & women
and their prosperous off springs..

With tickle of its sun rays,
World awakes - recovering from the moans of nights !!!

Untitled..

2008-04-27T10:56:00.001-07:00

Sometimes, I really wonder what happens to the thoughts that have been ignored and thrown out like a rotten apple.Probably, they float around, searching to dig in - somewhere or probably, stay where they are and give unhygenic gestures to those which are dignified by the conscience of consideration.

If they had been colored, would they have a visible aura ? It should be an exciting sight to see them colliding with the immoral facial expression.It does lead me to a world of our own. What if we are just thoughts covered with friendly physical entities ? I think, that is the place where "bondage" originates & we are just colorful thoughts wearing love, disgust, possession, freedom & such infinite emotions..

Flying particles..

2008-04-27T10:54:00.000-07:00

Dark birds and black heads,
Will never get rid of each other,
They shall die struggling to prove their faith in humanity..

On the road of freedom,
We walk together,
Dragged in dizziness of discussions,
Hollow emotions,
& intangible sufferings..

In the wilderness of our secret desires,
We bury our selves,
To never die and
Live forever..

Insipid verse..

2008-04-27T10:45:00.000-07:00

In the middle of the night,
The soul awakes,
and it wears a mask of a ghostly animal,
With a group of beasts,
It goes on a lonely highway !!

People with RED eyes,
Always are in talking terms,
The others might just oscillate..

Every moment is best interpreted,
When it is gone !!

Wild sights..

When wild animals become epitome of humanity,
& Children become the synonym of anxiety,
We who are left,
must understand that the end of world is approaching..

In the heaven of stubborn struggle &
insane morality,
I shall get naked one day,
To drive the people of hopeless land -
to the world of psychological order..

conversation..Sinister..Wishes !

2007-10-01T18:54:00.000-07:00

Conversation..
Amble conversation,
With a gorgeous agnostic,
Amending my beliefs of a woman's heart !
Remains as a platitude of my own surroundings..

Sinister..
A sudden visage of,
A specious sinister,
To an unknown stripper,
Proliferating his desires,
Submissive acts of denouncing..

Wishes..

In the age of stones & animals,
Confusion & degradation,
Masturbation & superstition,
Exists wild love & my sordid wishes..!

Ledger Domain..

2007-09-27T18:14:00.000-07:00

I must have thought about death during those insipid moments I came across,
Putting those impassive views aside,
I am counting the moments of LIFE..

I have had you gone long back,
Still bridging my emotions,
The ones that you had given me are still hanging around,
In this ledger domain !

Mind occupied by the thoughts of various colors,
Occluding a state of being - here in the existence !

I have had you gone long back,
Still bridging my emotions,
The ones that you had given me are still hanging around,
In this ledger domain !

I shall keep balancing the sheet,
Till the darkness becomes the source of brightness,
& death becomes life,
In this ledger domain..

To Us..

2007-09-26T18:54:00.001-07:00

We will sleep together,
In our graves.
When we die !

Our souls floating in the sky,
Remembering the LIFE,
We have while acting alive..

Running up to the blue sky,
& getting high,
Trying to laugh & cry,
Looking at the circling sky..

It was a gift to us,
& our surroundings,
That we lived our lives !

Lets go once again,
Sleep in our graves,
While acting alive..

Primitive Verse..

2007-09-26T09:00:00.001-07:00

Thoughts vie & I suffer from the chastisement of glittering gold,
Summing up odds to the evens of life,
Earth,Water, Light makes me bright !

I was not starred before,
Nor I will be,
Its the future that vitiates the present moment..

I am acting fervently,
I have to say it RED,
For you to stay away from the blow..

Devilish desires..

2007-09-26T01:04:00.002-07:00

A state of mind - incongruous ,
Moaned from somewhere,
For better surroundings of unions & societies,
Not troubled by the conscience,
Depicted the serenity to the immeasurable level,
Breaking the laws of life chronologically..

An aura omnipresent,
Blessed my search with RED wings,
Thin RED line across my wrist,
Slow death - Dark black - is the scene on the sight..

Each drop of blood,
Semitransparent - fell on the floor,
He tasted it & wanted more..

Drawing me a thin RED line of my devilish desires..

Conversation..

2007-09-26T01:04:00.001-07:00

And he quaffed from the glass in front of him,
The conversation is about to begin,
Agility of his black eye balls,
And chary movements of his fist,
A thin line of sweat formed on his forehead,
When he saw that his all sins were not dead yet !

That little thrust of his eye brows,
& he feared the pernicious thought that came to his mind,
By stealing sights,
He contrite for the thoughts he saw !

Patience won the conversation again,
Or may be the fear,
That broke the enigmatic charisma of the killer !!!

RED... Throat !

2007-09-26T01:02:00.001-07:00

Consistence hegemony of god over evil,
& I preferred to be on the losing side,
Alone !
Walking no where With those RED colored dreams,
I still looked at those eyes,
Desperate to be on my side..

vendetta -
Some of them said,
& I did not disagree !

Ubiquitously existing humanity,
Was afraid of my dark shadow,
They dragged me not,
I walked with them for the gallows
They wanted to see how RED smells..

I am not an iconoclast nor an extremist..
My life is beautiful , it just stinks..

Child like..

2007-09-26T00:57:00.000-07:00

I am running,
Hiding my self in the memory for a while,
Going to my childhood on a drive,
Its a bit long down the line,
& I am running,
Hiding my self for a while..

Would you like to come along ?
Throw away your shoes,
We will run together - bare foot..

I am going to a time,
When I was unable to discern right from wrong,
To play with my innocent mischiefs,
To draw that RED line once again..
Wish you have you childhood somewhere in your mind..

I am running,
Hiding myself in the memory for a while,
Going to my childhood on a drive..!

Lust..

2007-09-11T05:50:00.001-07:00

When I saw you last time,
I was impressed by the majestic appearance of your lustful eyes,
Seeing me naked from the place where you cried,
"Oh god !" , I know it was for me..

I liked the touch of your small stiff nipples,
While making love to you,
The curve of your hips &
The smile of your lips,
Made me forget the place from where I started the song !!!

Dizziness controlled me,
When I was "high",
On top of you,
Looking again at your eyes,
That cried in pleasure with each stroke I pushed !

You drove me then,
While the night sang our moaning song,
It was long,
But I forgot how long !!

Fuck,Suck & believe not your luck.. Break the glasses & see the pure world.. !

Touch..See..Feel !

2007-09-11T05:48:00.003-07:00

Trying to smell the sun rays,
Have you ever tried to touch the sweat ?
Seeing a droplet coming,
Have tried to feel the same ?

Working under sunlight,
When hunger strikes,
& concentration dies,
Have you ever felt that hunger before a first bite ?

To sleep on a footpath,
Is not a crime,
When you feel the sign of life,
Coming from the street light..

I will not go,
Without having a blow,
To touch, to see, to feel my life grow..!!

Blame me..

2007-09-11T05:48:00.001-07:00

Austere clouds of smoke around me,
Echoes of discordant past surround me,
I see,
I let everyone feel the resultant ennui ;
They blame my erratic writes,
For abusing their lives..

When the smoke penetrates,
& touches the cells of my brain,
Poisonous smell,
& the expression dwells,
After some time,
Peace prevails..

GunShot..

2007-09-11T05:47:00.003-07:00

See
Pick
Load
Aim
Fire
Gun
Smell
Blood
Feel
breath
Die
Hard

Questions..

2007-09-11T05:47:00.001-07:00

Is it all right if I talk ?
Don't answer, I will not wait for you to say..

Am I feeling sad ?
Why do I hate to be sad ?

I looked straight at head-light of a car,
& was stuck with temporal blindness;
Why do I act like blind -
Unaware, like a stranger,
Towards the matter of life ?

Do I need to look behind,
Like an intelligent robot -
Learning to behave,
By the method of back-propagation..?

Do I stop at every moment -
Expecting a new thought,
A color other than the visual spectrum ?
I don't know..

I have been talking randomly now,
Stop recording it,
I am feeling sleepy now..

Smile..

2007-09-11T05:46:00.000-07:00

Smile, Oh my Sweet child..
Oh my little angel !
Your smile has a magical spark,
When I see your lips trying to smile,
& the sudden push of your soft cheeks,
Closing your eyes;
I forget the existence of my own..

Smile, My love..
My love !
The picture painted by the best painter of the world,
Is getting blurred,
As all the colors are attracted towards the magic of your smile,
The sight of your smile is making me blind,
Is it you or your smile ?

Smile, oh ! Lovely lady..
Lady !!
I am a fanatic inclined towards your smile,
& I am in love with your smile,
That you do without broadening your lips,
& while looking straight into my eyes !

Simplified..

2007-09-11T05:45:00.000-07:00

The freedom is deceptive,
I had it when I was born,
It dissipated then,
I will have it back,
When my body dies !

Because now what I remember is an evanescent bubble of my past,
The past when I was not born !
Reaching the highest points of literary education,
& satisfying the expectations,
I lost my self in the name of the freedom,
That which exists not..

Listening, Talking, Reading,
I gained the information,
Digesting the various blues that life brings,
I learned to paint a picture out of it,
But it felt like a stiletto stuck in a muddy land..

I will have freedom,
When I am gone,
& I am there to see it coming..

High..High..Higher..Out of Sight !

2007-09-11T05:44:00.000-07:00

Evaporation of RED liquid,
Torture of candid thoughts,
Blow of innocent whistle,
Flight on the smoky highway..

Benignant smile of the lady,
Starving for my future on the free land..

Blatant surface of my second mind,
Forces me a chastisement of life,
Forbidden future takes me to the land of unknown !
Where I receive what I have thrown..

Time,Words,RED, Money receive an accolade from me almost every time,
I forget it, though, many times !!

With me..For a while !

2007-08-27T11:10:00.000-07:00

Love,Hate,Color,RED ! I believe that happiness has something to do with the external world.When I see people crying in their sub-consciousness, under the effect of miracle drugs, I see them being in the emotion they actually feel.Probably, an inference can be drawn that if one can be him/her self then he has the least emotions to bother about.
The tremendous energy flows from me when I lose my "me" & feel the existence. It has been happening often during last few months.

Do I see you there ?
I don't know..

I am still struggling to simplify the things.The presence of Carbon in every material around is still unbelievable event for me ! The complexities are good, they drive me towards the simple life.

Does anyone knows about the thought which has not come yet ? Did I think about it when I was kid ?

The pragmatism & materialism are the strongest pillars for our existence.If they were not there then we would not have been the way we are !!

Justify..

2007-08-22T07:59:00.000-07:00

The street of ignorance,
Which I entered when I was born,
Seems endless as there is nothing to bow..

The highly acclaimed thought of proving the truth,
Absconded at the same moment,
Because it faked the identity of the absolute truth,
Combustion of the desires,
Driving me to the state of sighs..

They never exist,
But they find me a pessimist,
Would you ever justify that
Is not it worth to wait for the sunrise when the night is shining bright ?

Emotional Burst-Out..

2007-08-19T21:50:00.000-07:00

The long lasting seconds of my end,
And the driving force of my life,
Clashing their swords in front of my eyes,
Flying in my blue dream,
I searched for you around,
Stealing the sight from my passion,
I tried to abide by the rules of emotions..

Reaching your hand in a split second,
& I closed my eyes to kiss the beauty of the next moment,
Opened my eyes on a hissing sound,
A rattlesnake with fear was just starring at my tear..

The image of your RED on my retina,
Filling my heart with joy !
But I am afraid now,
To tell you the same,
Because I don't want you to address my words as "EMOTIONAL BURST OUTS" !!!

All moments of past & the ones coming as my future, will respect the blank that can only be filled by your presence..

A bit of me ?

2007-08-19T21:49:00.000-07:00

All that dreams bring,
All those feelings that come - wearing a false identity of emotions,
All those things which do not exist in the real world,
They stay with me now,
In my broken thought..

Long nights,
When memory gets blind,
I feel a light,
Coming straight from your eyes..

Wondering wondering in those dark surroundings,
Feeling the flight - so high that it takes me to you,
In a second's time..

The questions & the answers are over now,
Just the silence of yours,
Disturbs me the most..!!!!!

Emotional Dependence is one of the very bad emotions to have, but I think, its better than having me..

The Killer..

2007-08-12T23:45:00.003-07:00

Its all quiet around,
A killer comes to the main road,
He is walking carefully,
As his - weapon is deadly..

He is on his way to the mission he sees next,
Prepared with all arms,
Left pocket loaded with cakes,
Right one with the chocolates,

Polite he looks,
Honestly he behaves,
Smartly he stares,
& offers a chocolate..

The victim eats the chocolate,
Enjoys the treat - for the last time,
Before he dies..

The killer smiles - cunningly,
The victim feels a thurst,
Something had happened - he doesn't get what !!
He ate a radioactive substance - covered with the sweet chocolate..

In a week, his hands were numb,
In a month, his lungs were dumb,
Next few day, he was busy connecting his lever, kidney & nerves,
For the last few days,
He felt only the smile - of THE KILLER...

In Bloom..

2007-08-12T23:44:00.000-07:00

Its drizzling -
The dowse is useless now,
Because it was not sooo dreary..

The leaves of trees remind me how green looks,
The roads as a long black Cobra,
Silence was steamy,
RED flowers in bloom,
Beauty of the nature's dance,
Knocking to enlighten my soul..

The soul that was reluctant to live,
Wishes to live - in this beautiful world,
For a heart to respond,
To the sunshine of my glorious love..

Shapeless..

2007-08-12T23:43:00.000-07:00

They 're talking,
I just see them,
I can't hear what they 're saying,
Ears refusing it all obstinately,
Sense going shapeless..

My eyes are losing sight,
Or is it just lack of light ?
I don't see you around,
Are you there ?
My senses going shapeless..

Why am I feeling that my liver breathes ?
I believed its something that lungs did,
A stoical heart with marks of cigarrete smoke,
Pumping a putrid feeling,
My senses going shapeless..

Every micron in the brain,
Smells with a different type of anti-depressing firm,
Making my sleeps numb,
My senses ?
Ahh..there is nothing left..

Every minute I survive,
She Keeps her fingures crossed,
For me to die -
For that stubborn to win..

Absolutely Devilish..

2007-08-12T23:42:00.000-07:00

I have been a dead to you,
I don't stand even nearby you,
Protect me from violet rays,
Deadly thoughts when they enter you !
Some of them want to refuse,
Some of them want to get refused,
You speak the truth which I don't understand,
I don't blame you..

Screem of darkness,
In the ephermal sunshine,
Don't be afraid,
I am not following you,
You speak the truth which I don't understand,
I don't blame you..

I got deceived by the skin you wear,
But its all you have got now,
Shoot me at sight,
Because you die if I survive,
You speak the truth which I don't understand,
I don't blame you..

Hate me, Kill me,
Because you have been so beautiful friend to me..

Lullaby..

2007-08-12T23:39:00.000-07:00

As the sun departs,
& moon throws the beams upon the earth,
I sleep with the disappointment of wasting another day,
Throwing the disarmed body in the bed of flowers,
I remember the best moments to smile,
Sigh ! I have short term memory for the good that happens to me..

I waste - invest my hours to plan for the moment yet to come,
Avoiding the charm of THIS moment,
That appears like you - RED,
There but not there when I try to look at you..

Abusing you by all means,
Oh life ! how could you be strong still ?
My literate thoughts,
carving by deprived past even before I go to them,
But in some few moments -
I see my life,
Smiling - Blessing me..

Stranger Across the street..

2007-08-10T22:39:00.000-07:00

On an enchanted morning,
I saw a stranger across the street of human souls,
She had almost crossed the line,
With the baby pig she had..

Peculiar smile on her face fascinated me,
Felt like first smile you had thrown at me,
Thrown up by tide of memory swing,
I realised that I was walking towards that wing..

She looked back,
I was just few human bodies away,
I saw her shoddy coat,
But I failed to feel..

Distance was diluted,
When I asked her how she had been,
The smile vanished at the lightening pace,
& I asked , "May I have this pig ?"

Sunrise..

2007-08-10T22:38:00.002-07:00

Flying particles & water vapor together,
Scattered the blue light,
Left us a red sunset for sight,
Me with my dream - were flying in a flight..

For roar of engine
& cry of the pilot that I heard,
My mind preferred unconsciousness..

When I opened my eyes,
It was sight that I had never seen,
It was the sight that I should not have seen,
Lost in the sanctuary of thoughts,
First time - I was afraid of thoughts..

Just don't cry in the middle of the jungle,
Hope is the only thing you have got -
Keep searching the way out of the middle of the jungle..
My mother taught me once..

I waited - watched them,
All at once,
As I didn't react,
Dissapointedly they act..

And as I saw a tubular tongue of sunbird,
I started looking for the sun,
It was light - pure - yellow - devine,
The particles had settled,
It was a sunrise..

That filled me with its eternal sunshine..

Library..

2007-08-10T22:38:00.001-07:00

Boredom lead me back to my interests,
Library & books & bunch of magazines - all over again,
Surfing on the ocean of information -
I stopped there once again -
The same shelf - the same book - which had taken my breath away..

I waited there - to have the same feeling all over again,
But to my surprise - it was not the same breath today,
And I missed to sustain..

I looked at those novels -
They didn't interest me -
As to read a them, remembrance of past was expected to understand the pecularities of future ,
And I didn't want to be suspected - For the crime I could not attempt - of remembering my past,
So, I left the shelf..

I looked at those magazines,
Flashy cover pages with movie artists,
I stopped there - looking at my childhood idols,
Then the belief that Actors are the most influencing humans,
No human should reserve the right to rule on someone's heart, came to my mind..
I walked by..

I looked at the books of Chemicals,
They looked sweet as a bomb yet to blast,
I took one of them,
As it might be my last..

At last, I stopped at the shelf,
Books of poetry,
I searched for my name,
I picked the one in the last row,
With the hope that it might lead me to the door,
Where I was lost years ago..
Allow me to discover myself - just once more..

I wish..

2007-08-10T22:37:00.001-07:00

I wish -
To be a child,
Before I grow up as wild..

I wish -
To dance,
With the nature's rhyme - at the rain time..

I wish -
To make you smile,
Because thats how you look good in my eyes..

I wish -
To have all strain - that can make me insane,
So that I can understand LIFE very well..

I wish -
To paint your dress with RED,
Because thats how you look real jewel..

I wish -
To paint a picture of you,
With the colors I would not have found out without you..

I wish -
Land & Ocean be my best friends,
With whom I can roam anywhere..

I wish -
To let my life play its part,
Prolonging every emotion with art..

I wish -
To die just once,
Not everyday as it is done..

Senseless..

2007-08-10T22:36:00.000-07:00

Its dreamy,
I am alive but not in my body,
I don't die,
Experiencing colours of a strong magnetic field,
Leaving this perilous world aside,
Wanting - wishing the longest flight,
Mournful faces full of wisdom,
& Poisonous hearts with sainted sanity,
Wondering hopelessly in my sight..

Seeing those clear eyes,
With no quesions to be answered,
& no emotional gears spreading tears,
Watching a blue sunset,
From a distance apart..

Its dreamy,
But I am getting back into my senses,
& now somebody please tell me,
Who drank my whisky ?
Did you ?
Did I ?

Dynamite..

2007-08-10T22:35:00.001-07:00

Watching the sound as in a simple harmonic motion,
Just like it happens when the fire kisses the dynamite,
Figuring out the answer hidden in the question - equation,
The frequency coming out of the costly speakers,
Pushing me to the cheapest emotions,
Buying me pseudo identity..

Singing eyes & dancing eye-balls,
Proportional to the strength of rest of the senses,
Moving on the colors,
Coming straight from prismatic emotions,
Burning desires of the wealthy heart..

Destruct it all,
For the sake of living,
The dynamite of desires,
Because when filled,
It looks like they are empty still..

On music & Death..

2007-08-10T22:32:00.000-07:00

The progression of drum beats evokes emptyness,
Sal sounds more punk than salary,
& screams sound like a rocket escaping the gravitational pull of the planet..

When everything is left,
You & the thoughts incorporating the hollow surroundings,
What is left ?
Spirit with flame of eternal music,
Dancing in the universe that shines..

At midnight,
World sounds sooo beautiful,
Looks like they are fighting in their dreams - waiting for the sunrise,
I love destruction,
Seems like creation is about to begin..

Should I sleep ?
Gallows waiting for me - tomorrow,
It should bother me - I have not done many things yet,
Why does it bother me ?

Elysium..

2007-07-25T21:32:00.000-07:00

On the hallowed surface of human mind,
Lives an image that strikes,
With fear,Agony& motto of self destruction,
The God is failed,
The god is dead..

A mind that kills the person within,
Is our mind trained to kill ?
But that, contagious disease is not contempt of nature,
Or is it ?
The streets are black - its not sun that failed..

Laws of survival have become threatening to follow,
A scapegot has everything to swallow,
Elysium full of heroes,
All those who killed them-selves..

Live -
Kill -
Death(live)-
Death(struggle)-
Death(suffer)
Death(die)..

Music..Self..Woman..Secularism

2007-07-25T21:27:00.000-07:00

MUSIC..
Aggressive - Loud - Noisy music that creates vaccum in my mind,
Penetrates deep inside with the sword that is absolutely classified,
It sounds like a plucky soldier,
That has come to clean the minds..

SELF..
It takes me my life to understand who I am,
How can I say that I understand you ?
Its a mystery unsolved but,
Everybody knows the road,
That takes to the land of god !
Story begins with the end..& the end - no one knows what it is !

WOMAN..
The creation that confused the god,
Beautiful as venom of a snake,
Poisonous as a painter's paint,
Respect her because if she likes,
Its difficult to go out of her sight..!!

SECULARISM..
Not following a religion has become another religion,
They appear on glossy magazines,
Those who reads - do not understand,
Those who understands - do not read,
A secular country's fate is still in the hands of a religion - secularism..

Ghosts..

2007-07-13T22:23:00.001-07:00

Walking alone -
On a dark street,
I knocked on the door of a palace -
Where fear of ghosts & devils reside,
but,they don't upset me - as I am a human,
I have spent my years seeing blood - betrayal,
struggle for freedom - that which doesn't exist,
People deprived of emotions,
So,
Stop pretending..
Stop pretending..

You do not scare me,
Nor your torture will !!!
The excruciating thoughts of human mind - my mind..

Disturbing me !!
Running against all odds around,
I am suffering as darkness surrounds..

Ghosts exist, as we do.. They don't bother us because we are in majority..

Peace..

2007-07-13T22:20:00.000-07:00

A series of assemblies -
All leaders of humanity flew to the city -
Head Quaters of world peace,
Inference was drawn -
A militant was the only option -
They reminded the NEWS channels,
Their actions were justified -
"for the world peace..!!!"
"They threw the bomb -Inaccurate - as no one cared - "
for the world peace..!!!"
Impractical - "for the world peace..!!!"
Inapplicable - "for the world peace..!!!"
All they killed were civilians - just like me & you,
Still the solution was absolute - "for the world peace..!!!"
orFor the world piece ??

There is left a man - Inferno in his mind,
A man with the prominent eye sight - blind,
His thoughts flying - faster than a radioactive element,
Radiating from his black mind..

There is always a chain reaction ,
fear of the dark would not have lasted otherwise..

Binary..

2007-07-13T22:18:00.000-07:00

Inviolable darkness,
Immaculate light,
Leads the way to the black or white..

The presense of all colours - white,
The absense of all colours - black..

Struggle comes who are left in between - all of us..

Just like a convalescent diamond,
Gathering all those colours from around - yet not enough for white,
Like convoluted theorem,
Proving all those facts improper,
but still not black enough ,
Its all grey - just violated insanity,
Mixture - of laughter & tears,
Truth & lies,
Struggle & comfort,
Like a spoiled sight..

Don't drink the water..

2007-07-13T22:16:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the kingdom of earth,
You are welcome,
I am glad - you have come,
hospitality - thats all he could offer,
bring the water - serve our wise guests..
"Yes ! My lord.."

Oh ! the water,
Noone could speak - hazardious to go against the King,
but soldier as there was one - the macaw spoke the word..

Don't drink the water,
Don't drink the water,
Don't drink the water..

Can not you see it is red - coloured with the blood?
Can not you see it smells bad - dipped in the lake of our dead families ?
Can not you see,its been killing million humans ?
Can not you see,how thirsty we are ?
Can not you see,Our oceans are filled with blood?
Can not you see, those childs - whose fathers - fighting for water?
Can not you see, WAR around ?
Please ,
please,
please..

Don't drink the water,
Don't drink the water,
Don't drink the water..

You can save one life -
one son -
our world..

Don't drink the water..

Death..

2007-07-13T22:14:00.000-07:00

Its been all dark around,
Surrounded by the black cloud..

As I have become the favourite child of god,
I am alive no more..

I watched my life going,
As a free bird flying in the sky..

Life looked so sad in sleep,
Like a mother trying to weep !!
It was painful,
But very soon the pain exceeded its limits,
It was not hurting me then,
No memories left,
Love disturbs me no more,
Affection left in a fraction of time..

Wake up ! Wake up !
Before you die,
Love me - as your soul cries..

Fear of Death should be the price of life..

Individual..

2007-07-13T22:12:00.000-07:00

M31121985 -
The individualRiding for the never ending journey,
Prepared as a fortunate soldier,
Lucky as I am all alone,
I am an individual !!!

The truth originates momentarily - vanishes as darkness surrounds,
the unity obstructs it all,
I am a back door man - you see me all around,
You meet me when you are all alone..

what hinders me is the perpetual tendency to prefer the law - of unity,
I don't stand there..!!
I am a back door man - you see me all around..

When you construct - I am your dream,
When you love - I am your lover,
When you see - I am your reflection,
When you speak - I am your voice..

I am an individual - struggling all around,
Forming the walls of all treasure around,
the beggar as you are - I am the one who speaks loud..

I think its no disgrace - as you are what you think you ought to be..

I am an individual - I am a back door man -I am all around you..
I am you...........
Let me be with you........

Muddy Banks of Emotions..

2007-07-13T22:09:00.000-07:00

In a small small village,
So far away - painted a picture of my love,
Me & She - I couldn't forget..

On the way to the heaven,
She passed me by - looking straight into my eyes,
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore -
but those stones were nothin but her beautiful eyes..

Cruciified so I got,
I was on my knees & spoke some words,
Thats all I knew..

But prizeless were the jewels she wore,
Beggar that I was,
Didn't want to give up on my love - faith,
90 days life that I got - to prove my fore-head wrong..

I got rejected - everywhere I went,
But the song kept playin,
The music was sold,
The words bought palaces,
wealth was my best friend,
Excited - that I was,
Almost running to the village,
looking madly for her,
Knocking on the doors of heaven,
And ----She opened the door,
She was not the same,
She wore the images of
a mother,
a father,
a woman,
She was married - like everyone else,
So helpless I was,
She said,"Sorry,you took too long - my jewels were going dull" !!

And the story begins..
And the story begins..
And the story begins..

Dark Chocolate..

2007-07-13T21:47:00.000-07:00

Rain of blood on the city under threat ,
They say shoot and the god says die,
The brave & the coward - they both will 've to die.
Human is dead & the devil smiles.

The grail is broken,
Deprived thoughts wants to be free,
The rays of night shines in my body,
Depressive screams of victims I hear.

A mother wants to touch her child,
The blast wants to kill the child,
The child died.
The devil laughs.

The reason is clear,
Destruction is the fear,
Life is useless,
Bravery is fatuous - coward baths in blood,
The devil smiles.

My bonny eyes died,
I don't see anything,
I jus feel the blood - I jus hear scream,
My soul gets violent,
I felt the gun,
I want to touch the trigger,
The gun cries : the bullet flies,
I am alive no more,
Fear killed me for the soul.

And the devil smiles,
And the devil smiles,
And the devil smiles.

The sun rises : the ray lights the dead,
My eyes reflects the face : the face that killed : the faces are two,
They show the truth : The devil smiles & the god follows..

Ants Marching

2007-07-13T21:45:00.000-07:00

Its a misty morning again,
Putting the dew-drops apart,
A chemical of brain - comeplex,
Busy to watch the ants..

A tiny insect - a midget,
Drags whatever it can,
To the heap it is pilling up,
Neither aware nor caring - for the future..

And I was just wondering,
Least egoist how they are - Survivals of the crucial times,
hazardious - their lives..

And a chemical formation again - in my mind,
Compares - a human & a midget,
We - the humans,
Thirsty for the hardest,
May be proving our weakness..

We - the humans,
Killing self respect,
Even the pretence towards it,
Leaving the scars - reminders they say..

we - the humans,
Failing to construct,
Dying to survive,
Just because our minds are high..

The chemical goes wild,
and there is Ants Marching in my mind..

Living on the edge..

2007-07-13T21:42:00.000-07:00

It just all begin,
I am just lost soul - a semiacquatic creature,
Light is my land,
let dark be my water..

I tried hard to salvage my dignity,
I failed - but I felt,
I could read faces,
I could write to their minds,
It just made me a more clever devil..

Insanity is my best friend,
Sane is my nature,
I got what I couldn't be,
I am happy the way I am..

Wallowing in the fire,
with my miscible feelings..

Its hard though,
But its there and thats what matters !!
oh ! my beautiful life,I am in love with you..

Something in the way..

2007-07-13T21:38:00.000-07:00

Life - its been few good engaging moments,
waiting for a wakeup alarm,
I have felt your presence not often..

You are convoluted -
Jus too difficult to understand,
I don't blame you..

I have seen you - flowing as water,
I have felt your touch - cold breeze that talked to my soul,
I have spoken to you - down the forest,
Every place you have been to,
is looking like coloured marbles,
So distinct yet equally attractive,
But its all classified,
I won't reveal it ever..

Have had enough of you,
Tired of dancing now - Need some rest,
I kill me to live,
Because I want to come back..
Because I want to feel the breeze again
Because I want to speak to you again,
Because I want to go to forest with you - hand in hand,
But let me sleep,
A silent pray - let me sleep..!