Saturday, June 9, 2007
combined with chemical soothness
with rigorous frustration and emptyness
is this the way.. or is this not the way...
did it go wrong or did it go right
am i confused or am i over doing
pen the whole thing and you get out
of the empty unknown ignorance
and the frantic incoherent tolerance
and the whole thing is not a big rotten apple
which falls on your head from where
you derive gravity
this is not a poetry
but a result of two bottles of beer
and one large mc dowells whisky
paid from my own pocket
for celebrating a week of meaninglessness
and did i make any life out of this
whole day which went haywire
and this whole un-known un deteered
blah blah blah
Saturday, May 26, 2007
the sound of drops hitting the floor
and the dark night
cold winds and the gate was closed
i sat there near the window pane
and shivering all alone
and all night i waited
i waited for the footsteps to come
i dropped off to my dreamworld
and inside a cold dark dungeon
and i waited till eternity
and the footsteps came at last
and it stayed with me for a while
bringing the colours in a ray of light
and then one moment it faded
it faded away and the light was closed
and you start the wait till the next eternity
Saturday, April 7, 2007
that is it is a murder..
the meek stupid cricket fans of the world should stop watching cricket in millions and let the betting mafia look into other arena.
maybe the police will bring out some of the direct perpetrators of the crime.. but the indirect perpetrators are the madly fanatic fans of india who are glued to their TV's.
Maybe the old charm of the gentleman's game has vanished... Now it is a stupid mania...
whenever there is this indian billions attracted to anything like cricket, like bollywood, then there is this dubai mafia coming after the money..
it makes perfect business sense.. high risk high returns.. but a person like woolmer getting sacrificed.. he should not have stood in the way.. for what glorious reason..
for a game called cricket which has turned a nation into stupid fanatics...
for cricket fans playing to the tunes of sugar water companies...
not worth it sir !!!
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Leaves us thinking about the family value system in place, also admiring at the courage and hard work put in by the hero....
Does this blog looks like a film review ? it sure does.. so stopping here..
Monday, March 12, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
It is this traslation which people take for granted.. all the papers talk about the packs of dogs which is killing small kids in bangalore.. some people give comments on news papers and some even stage protests in front of governement offices.. but the whole energy dies down with time people forget about them...
pack of dogs chasing a small kid and slitting its throat.. and the cries of its parents captured so skillfully by cameramen..
is it that people of action are people of less words...
is there a way to terminate all the dogs.. maybe give them KFC burgers with cyanide ?
animal rights... !!!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I went to space last week
And came out of rocket for leak
I opened the nozzle
And ended in dribble,
It moved around my hip
And around the big space ship
And it rained on earth
And a saying took birth
If an astronaut pees for while
It rains in earth for a mile
I was family yesterday and i am a no one now
you colluded in my back and now you hit me hard
now i am an outcast , a no-body, an outsider in the same house
not even my father said a word when you said
that i am not family
from birth till now we were together in our journey
and our lives revolved around our father
but now you rich brothers say that i am thin
that my path is not as dictated by you
and i cannot be family
i am now one of the servants who used to accompany us
but it hurts to know that not even father said a word
when you told that i am not family
yes you have outcasted pluto, now and forever
dark clouds gather one by one
they line up before my home
the wind blows paying respect to the
the silence before the storm
the lightning might strike and i am not afraid
the roof may get blown away and i am not worried
the home may get washed away by the rushing waters
but that does not affect me in any way
but the clouds, the way they line up and wait
silently in my heart with no rain to start
and when they start to fill the whole sky
one by one clouding the light
and i used to get worried
i used to get worried at that sight
and which i carried with me for the night
and which no sleep could stop that plight
but not anymore..
even now the clouds come,
and they stand one by one clouding the light
and the sight does stay till night and no sleep does stop that plight
but i am not worried
for strength is not the absence of fear
but the way you live with it inside and
you just dont care...
I believe in life
I believe in life...
I believe in the ray of light
that percolates through the blocking veil
and lightens the darkest well..
I believe in the sunny hill and the cheerful valley..
that lies ahead this dark alley..
I believe in the sweet song that will
float around after this baneful gloom
I believe in my playful mind
which will pull me up and make me smile...
I believe in life which lets me live this moment of calm...
I believe in life....
Left alone in the climb uphill...
Left behind in the climb uphill...
They are far ahead and I'm far behind...
I need to run to catch up...
Let me catch my breath for a while
I need to run to catch up...
Or do i need to...
When the climb is done for its own sake
and the reward is the journey itself
does it matter who reaches first...
The burning embers of anger
The flame that eats all
The fire that is cruel and
The fire which is so horrific
Which can reduce anything to smoke
And send it to its creator
In an ethereal container
Which can grow bigger than the biggest monster
Which can take apart the forest in one gulp
And leaves aside remains of all things
Some which had life and some supposedly were dead already'
Reduces them to embers and makes them equally bright
The fire that knows no class and race
The fire that knows no distinction
And the fire that kills the ugly ego
Which makes you better than me
The fire that preaches equality
The fire which can also burn me....
The lonely lane,
The chilling breeze,
The whispering palms,
The deserted chairs....
Do they speak of you?
The silent lamp posts,
The nuzzling birds,
Are they missing you?
The smiling flowers and the placid lakes
Are they sentinels of the bygone days?
I never walked the lonely lanes...
The never were the same...
I stood in the shore
Waves came and went
Some wet my legs
Some dragged me along
Some carried the sand
And scratched my skin
Leaving some marks on
My unmarred skin
One wave was huge and
it washed over me
wetting my body
and wetting my soul
It remained with me for eternity
and i though that it would stay for ever
I relished the wetness for some time
Then I was choked for breath
Though I had breaths in between
I started hating it
Then the wave just left
and I stood alone
time dried my body and
dried my soul..
but no wave came after that
and i am still
standing in the shore...
There is a thunderbolt
in my heart when i see you
there is rush of blood in my
veins when i hear you
There is smile playing in my lips
when i think of you
there is no big cheer in my day
if i talk to you
let the feeling stay for ever
and stay for ever
so i dont tell you
let me be the silent spectator of my own
I wish I could be the cherubic innocence
I wish I could be the pure bliss
I wish I could be the unselfish love
I wish I could be the toothless smile
I could run away to my mother's arms
And play around the shrubs and palms
And squabble for the tricycle in the store
And not worry about life anymore
I wish I be the child once more
Playing all day, sleeping all night
I wish I be the child once more
Ignorant of this rotten plight
Time flies like a falcon
Those days of playful pranks were yesterday
And years flew by between yesterday and today
End of months, end of quarters and end of years
Come rushing to you to remind you of the sales targets
And the falcon drew lines on your face and curves on your chin
And sprinkled grey patches on your youthful mane
And you were looking at the profit graph
And the sensex waves, where you wished
Your riches get doubled and tripled
You never realized that your got crippled
That now you are termed as the sulking old man
That all your riches might pay for plastic surgery
But it will not bring back the playful years and youthful merry
last summer was sunny and warm
I fluttered my wings and flew around
the same flower which bloomed for me
the inviting fragrance
and the mellowing taste of nectar
she offered me with no limits
she waited for me with a friendly smile
each day as summer passed by
she never wilted and she never drooped
the long wait she ever resented
and when i came to her she was all smiles
and i patted her with care
then the season changed and i got new friends
and i changed my route and never saw her
she waited and wilted and drooped and died
a message she sent through the wind, her last
the breeze told me that she needed me,
but i never heard it when there was my need
now the season changed back and forth many times
and when the sun shines hard and I flutter and fly
to the end of horizon all alone, I sometimes feel
that if only I'd heard the message then
and went across for my love,
for life does not give a second chance
and lonely do I fly
Savour the beauty of the valley, if you wish to
but do the climb, bear the heat,
plan the trip and spend your gold
break the law if you like to
but then only if you can deal with the law
smell the rose for the moment
but if you can avoid the thorns
drink your wine if you feel like,
then accept the folly you do
and fall in love if you want to
and bear the pain, if you could.
live your life if you wish to
but then you need to live it full.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
and adore colors and rise with the wind
from the shell you shine bright
and the pearl comes out giving light
from the pond dirty and filthy
you rise as lotus bloom
but when time passes by
why do i try
to build the shell around me
with deals and exclusivity rights
and eyes covered not to see the plights
no person, no human, no thing around
just deals and contracts and flings
and the sentences in legal lingo
making and framing relations
ah well... i like it
when i am no longer the emotional fool !!!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
to let go of the things which
i would have gripped with me tight
for which i would have fought
till the end of my breaths
for which i used to negotiate
and try to bargain
and try to talk over
and put forth mutual gains
try to promise
and run to deliver
since i have learned to let go
let go of the feelings
let go of the possession
since i have learned not to change
someone for your needs
and i have learned to let go
and walk to where life leads
Sunday, February 11, 2007
People who dedicate their entire life to reach greatness. Who do not want anything in return.
Who sleep four hours a day and work for 20 hours and who thinks that anything can be done.
People who have met with failures in the past but still kept on learning to try again in the future.
Well you have no option but to respect them and help them achieve their greatness.
The fact that they have worked so hard to reach their goals that their entire health has deteriorated. The fact that they keep on striving..
you can but look at them with awe.. and the fact that one such person has started association with us is something to be proud of.
That there is something in us to be of value to them.
talent is given by the creator, so is opportunity
but people who create opportunity with talent and attitude, the world has to salute them..
Saturday, February 3, 2007
and sits so small .. petite and cute
with her eyes so sharp and smile so naive
smile so naive and yet so deceptive
the lips that curl and all those words
and all those stupid stupid thoughts
ah.. those notions and the rocky walls
those stoic cold and damp walls
how i wish i could rip them apart
burn them down or tunnel them through
one day they will fall as all walls had fallen
but for what price...
and is the struggle worth..
wars are misery if the reason is money
fame or power or even love..
and all the ten thousand odd muscles
they are straining and pulling all the while
and how i wish i could just sit down
and stop being the steamy boat
let me stop thinking for a while
and play my childhood again
and be the small tall boy
who just had an old umbrella to look after
who had walked all the way back from school
for the glass of milky tea and corridors to play
but at the life which is passing by
and i look at me, my body and mind
and pull it through to take control
drag it through to take control
and sleep one day with no regrets
to sleep one day with no regrets..
Sunday, January 28, 2007
with a pen in hand and open book
i look for creativity to come to my finger tips
sipping black coffee with shivering lips
they said cocaine is better than caffeine..
or let all chemicals run in my blood
with tabs to get rid of this lingering feverish mood
and memories they come in a long train
no i am bland these days.. with feelings replaced by logic
no more the weakling who used to feel
instead metamorphized into this blandness..
making decisions based on statistics
let the room warp into a hollow space
and let me curl into a small ball
lying in a corner with no thoughts
but visions and hallucinations running through
and let my body be lighter and let it float
through the start studded skies
still there is no color to taste
and no drama to enact with passion
and let me sleep bland
with this lingering fever and tablets in my blood