fumes

Shadows on the wall

2010-07-11T21:28:00.000-07:00

I stay wide awake,
there are blinking lights in the dark.
I blink my eyes more.
Leaves me wondering whether the pace matches.
There is a bee's animated dance in my mind.
I thrash it into pulp to shut the hum in my ears.
Blood crawls out through my ears.
I wonder why?
I touch on my ears.
I can feel the sloshy liquid on my fingers,
But cannot see the wild red.

Blinking lights in the dark.
My eyes shutter repeatedly.
up and down.
Up and down.

I fix my sight into the air,
my eyes roll around.
Blank goes my thin memory

I can see shadows on the wall.
They are ghosts of my past.
They trail into my memory chip,
I magically try to block them away.

Sweat beads tremble on my forehead!
While i hear someone scream,
"Mad mind"!

Green emotion

2010-07-11T20:59:00.000-07:00

Green, i see all around.
This emotions drapes me and reflects all around.
You might think its nature's wonder,
Or God's well-thought design.
No, green is the light of my life,
Green is the colour of my mind,
Green is the way of my mind.
Story books say jealousy kills you.
But in its shade i grow,
to be better than all of you.

Eye mirror

2010-07-07T22:20:00.000-07:00

I look up from here,
The railings have a rusty smell,
A dew- reminiscent drop kisses on my cheek.
Many follow...
It soaks my skin.
It soaks my being.
I wait. I still wait.
The pain reeks within.
My eyes well to mix with the dotted heart drops.
Oh, she is in pain.

The clouds gush down.

Trickle... Trickle...

The water splashes me away.
I am stuck above the railing...
I love the smell.
I loathe this wait
My mirror image stares at me.
She ripples with the rain.
Oh I can see her mock at me.

I know he will never come.
I wait. I still wait.

While my soul and reflection, they both give up on me!

Hiccup!

2010-04-28T03:22:00.000-07:00

With you, i weave the thread of a dream,
in splashes of white, red
and in colours of the rainbow curve.
With you, i crave for an emotion deep,
which lives and dies in me, along with me.
With you, i wish for a smile,
never to fade, reflecting on your face.
Wish, i was the dream in your eye,
cause you are the vision in mine!

Tell me!

2010-04-28T03:21:00.000-07:00

Today seems like life in a faraway land. There are unicorns, fairy-winged beetles, flowers and their never-die smell, a forest which never ends, and adventure craving monkey men in it. Well as a matter of fact, I am not sure which exists and which does not. But there is color, fragrance, air, light and the bright energy of emotions the mind reflects. I am locked in thoughts. I know there is love. I know there is pain. I know there is loss. But then still I stare at the world. The sun shines ever-dashingly bright. Blinds my view. But still I look ahead in pride, drenched in your love. Why do you love me? I don’t have a bouquet of flowers from the last spring. I don’t intend to sit with you by the beach to stare at the thin line of horizon. I don’t have money-minting gifts which could bring a smile on your face. All I have is the thickness of the moment!

Devil art

2009-10-15T09:48:00.000-07:00

A tattoo for the heart
in stains of green and ill-omened black.
Sloshed with red
it will stay forever.

The metal pricks dots
one after the other.
The glass heart flinches

A tattoo for the heart!
Of the mistress of occult

It’s a devil art for every feeble heart
Of a woman who flicks your heart,
And knots you in pain!

It’s for every man who has never known love.
Its devil art for every feeble heart.

Oh! Lame heart that can take no pain,
No, you have never known love.
Tattoo a wild dream to your soul,
Staple it to know how you exist.

Smile in pain,
Rot when you miss her!

Oh! Lame heart that can take no pain,
Staple it to your thoughts!
She is a tattoo for your heart.
It’s a devil art for you in pain!

Smile in pain,
Rot when you miss her!
its a tattoo for your heart.

Till death do us apart

2009-07-15T07:01:00.000-07:00

There are instances when we scream and cry over something and still think there is more to this than to cry about. You wipe your tears and you try to smile. And without any effort that blooms into the most curve-angled smile.

Yeah, she forgot to remember to forget. Because she is the world before she is a woman.There is an air stream of emotion deep within her which she hates and loves at the same time. I must say hate or love is an understatement. She glanced deep within her. She felt unaccompanied. Detached. And above all, lost! In her attempt to evade, she thought to herself. "My heart bursts into thousands of crystal-like hale stones today. It is beautiful cause one crystals radiance overshadows the other. Will there be someone who hopes that the sun will never shine so that these won’t melt away?"

For my 'pain'

2009-07-15T01:16:00.000-07:00

I lay in a room as dark as a crypt,
The dark chamber tells me a story of Gothic death.
Let these whispers reach you
and the story will unfold to be yours too.

When the wheel of pain stops turning
I will go home.
And you will be left alone..

The dark specters will follow you then,
though I blend into the dark
as a fugitive in the black coffin.

Today this dark pain is mine.
Tomorrow it will be yours.
As the dark alleys are scary to me now,
you will fear the sun-painted streets then.

The intruders will crush your heart
and the pain would croon like it burns you.
Ecstasy and laughter will be a poster on the wall.
Stuck there just to stare at
bringing no meaning to your sense of being.

Oh, the one I ‘love’,
Today you stifle me with pain.
When the wheel of pain stops turning
I will go home...
And you will be left alone

blinded by the cuss of your own sermon.

Save my soul

2009-07-05T09:47:00.000-07:00

Breath... Breath…breath..!
Cause you got to live...

Your eyes scorched on me...
It blinds me now.
I want to break free from your lies.
I can’t get over the way you love me…
I can’t get used to being without you...
I don’t want to live alone here...
Don’t leave me for what you need...

When I hit on your chest...
I can feel earth puff in the oxygen from your spine...

Don’t leave…
Breath …breath... breath…

You can tell by the lines in my faded smile...
I want you for every single mile…

Your eyes scorched on me...
It blinds me now...

This isn't coincidence

I just want you for another chance..,
Let your bodily fluids tempt my emotions…

I crawl into you….
But even then I don’t see you breathe…

Give me one more chance to live…
I don’t want to be a not-jarred soul in this empty world!

Mirror in my sunset parlour

2009-05-23T03:19:00.000-07:00

Ultimately, happiness comes in all shapes and sizes. For me it's being with my close family and friends. I loved the rain and the green-orangy paddy fields. I was lazy to talk, though i was talkative.
Sometimes happiness came in tints of reflective silver...

Every day as I passed the 'Guzzlers Inn', i would see through the broken glass window of Oliver's sunset parlour - a gleaming broken mirror. For a 16 year old who loved archies comics, race-sped bikes and jealous about my neighbours cars, i was too corny at times to peep and have a look of me in the mirror on the way to my aunts house. I had a rust machine for a cycle. My mom always wished it was kept in the backyard of our house. So that i wont go conch-shell hunting in the beach or go rollo-cycle rolling to my aunts place making sneery sounds. But beneath the tom-boyyish self there was a pretty girl who overlooked the day her prince charming arrived.

Finally, the day arrived. The rain had painted the countryside grey. The clouds looked sad, with the wet parrots and the green leaves making a desperate attempt to smile.

I was on my way to my aunts place, i stopped by Guzzler's to have a look at the dazzling me that others failed to notice. But there was someone smiling back at me this day. I went closer. There he was. The pearly whites have done wonders to me. The smile! I blushed and sped away on the rain-painted road.

Days followed, and the smile became a part of my life. Everyday, i tore along the dotted line on the road to stare at the smile and blush away. Time, kept vanishing, life perched me on a buzy metro city. Education enthralled me in a different way, college never excited me. But the city did. I was forced to leave behind my girlhood and the memories of my rusted cycle.

And then on another rain-drenched day, i lumbered into the townside that i used to race through. I passed the beach. The cycle was rusted and my thunderous ego dint let me sit on it. While my steering wheels, trundle down the road. At 22, somewhere deep within, i had the urge to walk into the Guzzlers Inn, though i had a better definition for the word 'infatuation'. I wanted to meet the person who excited me, and made me smile.

Now, years later, i was crushed to see that the Guzzlers Inn was not there. I did not stop to have a look at what happened. While i passed by, I peeped into the rear view mirror.

There was the Guzzlers Inn and through the broken glass window i could see the mirror. My happiness in reflective silver, left in the mirror of my mind.

I drove away to highways in sunset chrome and blueberry blues...

Faux plan!

2009-05-22T07:51:00.000-07:00

sword fight..kitten fight..sword fight..kitten fight..sword fight...kitten fight...

Eyes shut tight, he was rolling on the bed chanting his Summer sheep count version.

"sleep, sleep.. no no no i am not going to sms her anymore. Out..out...OUTTTT!!"

" Neeraan..what happened? did u have a bad dream or something? Why are you screaming?" Lata sprung from the door to the bed like "a stone's throw away" is more than a phrase.

"Amma, nomm..nothing.. was trying to sleep. Am tensed about the heckin' economics paper, thats it! Can u get back to bed.. I dint screaaaam veeaam.. Can you go get some sleep please?"

Lata frowned. Then walked out of the room.

Neeran stared at the ceiling until the annoying sound of Lata's padded slipper was nowhere heard. He got out of the bed. All irritated. He lifted his pillow. Took his cell phone in his hand. There was a yellow canary performing its chick-chickery dance on his Sony's window. He cursed himself for having set the theme.

SMS's. No sms's. Gosh.. not even one from her!

Its over! I know its over. She does not like me anymore. It has been five days. No, i will not sms or call her.

He took the phone. Made a quick search in 'D'. Delete and there she goes.

He threw the phone on the bed and stood in front of the mirror. He smirked and told.

"O my fairy godmother i dont need u in my life anymore. I made this mistake of telling you that i loved you. That does not mean that just cause you slipped me out of your life. I would be bothered. I can be without you. I dint call u all these days. You dint have the courtesy to reply to my messages on all these 5 days. You are cheap. Then why should i call you. From today am not going to send u an sms. Out.. you are out of my life"

He smiled generously. There was a mixture of pride and joy in his expression. He dint want to have one more look at the mirror to analyse whether there were other hidden emotions too. He rolled his way into the kitchen in a half-sleepy-oh-am-so-irritated-i-cant-sleep mode. Opened the fridge. Tucked into his hand a big drum of yummy scrummy mint-choc-chip ice cream.

With his shoulders drooping, he found his way to the old sofa. His grandmother was the only one who sat on that. He felt older than her.

Frames, one after the other. He stared at the tv. There were thoughts which were fibbing in his own mind.

"Deep..Beep..bloody hell! what have you done to me? God, i hate her. Why cant she just love me?

she might call me. phone ringing.....yeah yeah"

He ran into the room. Yeah yeah.. its ringing....

he screamed out... "oh god, am going to love you eternally for thisssssss!!"

and there his lil punk machine read : 11:45 pm snooze snooze snooze...

He just could not resist.

"To hell with me."

He keyed her number. One number after the other sprung out at the tip of his thumb.

Call.....

tring ..tring..tring..tring.................. it goes on......

To be not answered.............................

He thought to himself.

Don't trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn't die. It intends to live forever.

even my HEART!

Mars vs. Venus

2009-05-14T02:43:00.000-07:00

She twisted her lips in an attempt to convince herself that he was not bored. But then her words raced faster than her thoughts. She sat there leaning on to his shoulder staring at the screen. There were hummers, red, blue and cars in all sophisticated colours. They were rolling from one end of the scene to the other like it was rushing into the loo for a speed leak. The movie made sense to her. But the person sitting next to her made no sense at all. She wondered why? She knew she loved him but then there was a quick emergency in her to run far than her feet could carry her. In between scenes she took quick glances and photographed moments to confirm whether he was seriously bored. Was this day that she had begged for, a ‘forced trapped moment’ in his life? The screen donned the name of the creative minds. And both of them walked out of the cinema hall feeling the presence of the other, while, absent in each others presence.

“What, why do u have that constipated look on your face? The chocolate boy raised his brows.
“nothing” that was a squeak. She hated it. She wished she could be more bold.

They camped into Jocca Brande – a buzy coffee shop in the centre of the city. They found a place in the corner to sit. She sat there beaming with pride, teasing the lady sitting on the corner giving a hey-you-know-what-am-with-the-person-I-love-the-most look! Then again she turned and gazed at him. She loved his skin colour. She loved the way how he stared into the unknown when talking. She loved the way he recouped his clothes and his hair when he felt that some girl was noticing. She loved everything about him.

“What, now! Why don’t u do a little bit of talking” complained the chocolate boy.
She stared at him like she was not eternally sure about what she was talking. She talked about what bothered her. He was listening with the same bored look on his face. She touched his hand held it once. Then decided it was not worth it.

Her mind said “I can’t keep you happy. Neither can you keep me happy. You got to run. Don’t stop”

Words lashed out. .. one after the other.. Gushing out. Hurting. Tormenting her than the one listening to her..
“leave me. We will never understand each other. Get out of my life” she screamed at him.

She was able to see the hurt look on his face. She knew he loved her. But then she was nothing in his life. While he was everything in hers.

Balancing of love is the feeling of want for each other. But when there is no balance. There is no love.
There is just pain. Cause there is no between ‘in’ and ‘out’ in a relationship. It is either ‘in’ or ‘out’.

She smirked at him. Got up and started walking. She dint turn and look for him. But then there was a pool of water in her eyes. She dint care to wipe. She dint care to hold it. It just gushed out.

She was happy. The feeling of love was freezed safe in her, instead of being burnt in their anger storms. That made her complete. Complete in her freedom to love.

will you ever forget me..little by little?

2009-05-06T12:48:00.000-07:00

(!)

Will you ever forget me?
if you do...
I want you to know one thing.
there is a way that i would want to love you with
dripping in passion
closing my eyes against ur flaws
my mind holding sails
Setting towards that island where you wait for me always
feeling destined to cherish your implacable sweetness
and my love feeds on yours
believing that i could live in your arms not leaving mine!

Will you ever forget me?
if you do..
I want you to see one thing.
there is more than a heart that cares for you
a mind that scales through to you
with thoughts that touch only you
My life seems like looking at the crystal moon now
And i know that my senses will never let me forget
a smell or an image would transport me back
to a time of you and me.
Now i stare at your words when they set off to you;
But even then i see more of yours, than mine!

Will you ever forget me?
if you do.
little by little..
i will also forget you little by little.
If you ever love me less
little by little..
I will also love you less.. little by little.
Though i believe in this
when i stare at my palms
i can see my destiny poke
I dream of a day
that i see u in my dreams
and stay awake helpless not able to get back to you.

Will you ever forget me
and love me less
little by little?

Today my soul dies!

2009-04-16T08:14:00.000-07:00

One hit and a part of my soul dies,
today, is the day of my funeral.
Yesterday he killed me,
as i got in the way of the bullets intended at my heart!
It poked me..
straight into my womb..
i stare at my womb.
the bullet pokes in further...
But blood gushes out from my silk covered chest,
tomorrows dreams gush out in a fury as red shredded flesh.
Now i can hear his fading screams and hollow cries..
more and more of them..
triangular shaped metal screw drivers that melt into the heart..
and one word syncs and the other is feeble..
my untouched mind gallops to wavering thoughts!

Alienated dreams of the autumn clover

2009-02-27T06:56:00.000-08:00

What will i find in the worlds lusty pleasure?
Besides hallucinated metals which we call emotional treasures..

Life that never existed but excites
In a universe so twisted and mirrored

Demonised eyes follow
the sky fears to open its eyes...

One left to survive..
the other lurks between death and birth....

Heart of golden red now pales down to coal..
tormented souls inflict murder to love and the faithful soul..

Everyone leaves...
learning to be secure in the weak dungeons...

Lone stranger decays inside,
bodies walk around in cemetery burning hell into flowers...

castle walls built high
sin hides behind shadows of self...

baby within cries for love...
alone in this place no one to hold...

Soul kept in jars at markets to be sold...
And the world whines in the winners pride!

Far to hide!

2009-01-06T09:51:00.000-08:00

Exhaustion.

Muscle fatigue.

sun and wind cooked skin burning,

a deepening of weird eye circle lines..

i slow down..

and everything circles my soul.

Wish i could reset my bones and blood remininiscent veins.

The knowledge that i have not pushed my mind toward its limit,

that i controlled its pain!

it kills.

i have not lived far..

there is more to go..

more to see..

but still i hesitate,

cause what i have missed,

withers my joy,

it traps me in an enactment to dream less.

i slow down..

and everything circles my soul.

Should i hide, run or turn around and stare at my shadow,

a meaningless question haunts me!

but then i decide somewhere in between..

i scream at myself!

..Run.Run.. to never stop...

i do that..

my nerves enthralled by my sudden adrenaline rush..

forget to give in..

but the mind stops.

and i slow down

..and everything circles my soul.

Every so often..

2008-11-06T04:09:00.000-08:00

Desire is hiding within a blank page,

near a mugger’s knife,

or a bowl of flowers.
Near the green shaded valleys of the unknown,
or the struggling alleys of the dark.

I traded my desire for love,

and got shot dead by a tiger posing as a butterfly.

Midnight Serenade

2008-09-29T07:46:00.000-07:00

Dark tones of the night brood in obedience,
Staccato caresses smote the moment’s memory,
Impeccable clarity of touch.
And I wish that you fly wistfully into my dreams.

Can we pretend now?
For a brief moment or two.
That we are madly in love!
With a dream of you.

I close my eyes!

Sweet anticipation lingers within the wall of glasses,
Tip tap on the window panes,
Raindrops splashes,
We listen together,
All cozy,
Arms entwined,
Fire blazing in the grate,
Flames dancing in the shadow,
Your loving gaze into my eyes,
Electricity fading from you to me.
Feelings intensifying,
In a duet of love,
Just like our lips meeting together.

Thunder!

The sparkling light startles me,
My awaken senses ask me in pity,
“Would a night be long enough?
For this thing called love!”

Still can we pretend for a moment?
Let me!
For a moment pretend that you’re mine.

Spiders in my vein

2008-09-26T09:16:00.000-07:00

Drool running down my chin.
How is it that nobody knows?
Pure and tainted,
Are those lipstick smeared boxers.
The mind’s sleazy membranes,
mistook it for cupidity.
I remember a time,
Of echoing laughter.
Now it laughs at my bloody razor lines.

So I plead now!

Tie the noose around my neck,
This pain is pleasure.
Cause I can feel spiders in my vein

What I fear the most?
Is the ‘you’ who I knew the most.
The premeditated pain infliction,
Never makes me feel safe.
Baby, these scars are for you.
Please go!
Not again an one-night stand in my mind.

Cause I feel spiders in my vein.

I love this pain.
Gimme more!

Tie the noose around my neck,
This pain is pleasure.
Cause I can feel spiders in my vein.

Kiss me everyday!

2008-09-25T21:43:00.000-07:00

Pale prick of the evening heat,
Like thin needles that bite into memories braided arches,
Twenty-second spotlighted dream of an evening waits.

I crawl and curve on the bed.
The conch-shell shaped touchtone phone,
I toss its wire not to let my fingers run loose.
Your respires jog on my skin.
And I wish you were there,
Not just on the phone.

So hug me when am there,
Miss me like am not there,
Smile at me in my dreams,
Kiss me everyday!

No matter how this painful distance could be,
The hoax diversion of the hormone game,
Heats up the bulls-rage puff that blows out through my nose.
I know I want you by my side,
And I wish you were there,
Not just on the phone.

So hug me when am there,
Miss me like am not there,
Smile at me in my dreams,
Kiss me everyday!

The music would sound better with you.
The tousled sheets would make me taste desire,
Sweat! when I close my eyes,
Be with me,
Entertain me in sheer purity!
Cause I wish you were there,
Not just on the phone.

So hug me when am there,
Miss me like am not there,
Smile at me in my dreams,
Kiss me everyday!

Superfluities

2008-09-16T08:35:00.000-07:00

When

December’s candy floss sweetness,

November’s wine scented undertones,

October’s good-luck charm,

September’s wistful delight,

August’s wet shadows on the wall,

July’s creative-cube blocks,

June’s pale dreams scare,

May’s heat wave puffs,

April’s elderly hate-curse,

March’s fairy tale love numbness,

February’s few-days fury,

January’s “gone before 12 months” fusion,

all refuse to die away.

Then I stare at the vastness of life,

Tender and furious it is!

Worse than the oceans pride,

And I wish that I could have all of that back,

with an eternal crave to freeze time,

as superfluities pinned to the blackboard of life.

Time shuts, wraps, and straps.

2008-09-14T10:13:00.000-07:00

Tricked the clock,

And have trapped this second for you.

I look around.

But then I find my eyes stop on the dull LG PC.

It is not easy,to kill time.
But then is it right, to do that to write?

Make time, right time, give time,

Time to see around, time to grow up,

But then tell me how you would feel trapped in it?

A baby born even in the treacherous of wombs,

Would not expect to be born as a bird or a dog,

Neither does it know about life nor god,

Its not bothered about other DNA crossed personalities,

Nor life’s complexities,

It would breathe and then cry.

Feel the warmth and then drink the nectar to invest in life’s saving account.

Time is just a ‘nomad’s lost treasure box’ to it.

To search for when he grows up.

And then his realisation glows deeper.

Such is a creative mind,

It seeks no boundaries.

Time shuts, wraps, and straps

Thinkpot stinks

2008-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

Foul-mouthed tongue trapped in the tousled mane,

Favors the silence of the uncivilized world,

Dignity swelling within,

Always cribs to echo,

But then,

Trapped in the oath of secrecy,

The mind swears at this rude world!

love in the simmer!

2008-09-11T09:43:00.000-07:00

The notes crawl into my dreams,
They walk in rhythmic patterns,
My heart beats like a hummer then,
I wish I could put love in the simmer,
But then the warm puff that drills through my nose,
Music!
Shrieks out as notes with you and me!
Let me put love in the simmer!

Human murals on the wall.

2008-09-11T05:29:00.000-07:00

Human murals wedged on the wall,

The castle is being built!

Put your hands down!

Thumbs up,

Don’t curve your fingers.

Cause the pain just gets worse.

If you kick yourself out of here,

There is still the boundary railing!

He tousled his mane,

Sighed,

And there was a shriek which sounded like it was struck between a growl and a snarl.

He walks past the aluminum metal railing,

festooned with people,

Clinging on to it.

His castle is being erected there,

He has a home at last.

Out of flesh and blood.

Out of hate and pain!

Out of lust and crave,

He erects a castle, out of life!

Desolation studded eyes,

Stare at him!

Echoes of soreness,

Feelings trapped in cement embedment,

Do they add more beauty to the castle?

The cries sounded like music!

He wished man would rot making sex to the railing,

Eat the one next to them when hunger-craved,

While he hunt down for more of them,

But the moment seemed more like absurd transcendental mundanity,

He needed more!

More of them to adorn the silver painted ceiling,

A few for the table rods,

The luscious lady’s red juice for the wine cellars pride,

More. More and more!

The most earnest of his desires,

To build his castle,

Outside, the wind which enters through the cracked window is tentative.

But then he does not bother,

cause he knew the rotten piece of oxygen breathing murals on the wall would breath out,

If he felt hot!

And so would they quench his thirst

and from their wild choir he would trap all his desires,

and knot it likely.

Knot the evil, to life!

He conquers all!

Beware! City of sheltered flesh shreds,

You could just be a mural on his wall,

A mural out of life, with cold blood and blue veins ornamenting his castle.

Only the metal railings are done,

He is coming for more!

Mount of faith!

2008-09-04T07:10:00.000-07:00

I feel so infected.
A prism of dark and white,
I revive all my thoughts inside it,
So that the reflection on the white,
would seem black,
And the reflection of the black,
would seem all so white!

I peeped out through the corner of my door,
At ugly breaks of every ten seconds,
But the light reminds me of the burns,
I stare at my hand,
I try to imagine the patch to be dainty.
Nevertheless I rejoice in my skill of seeing the unknown!

i slam the door behind me..

i stay inside,

staring at the checkered roof

i realise that am jailed from all corners!

Black and white checkers on the wall...!

The acquainted alphabets of the yesterdays,
Belong to the tomorrows,
I feel dumb,
Without being deaf.
I can hear,
But I don’t speak anymore.

I shut my eyes,
And then I feel life hitting on my skull with an iron hammer,
I couch myself inside a blanket,
To never come out!
I rot there.

Give me a chance to climb the mount of faith,
Once again!

Battle in the dark

2008-09-04T06:09:00.000-07:00

Revolting thoughts,
stuck in the grave.
Resurrection of the past,
shadowing the present!
Haunting vision,
makes me
a
spy in the dark.

Black Nailpolish

2008-09-03T08:47:00.000-07:00

Painted,
We’re stained!

Black nail polish,
Soft and cold.
Sloshed and dried!

Smooth polish running down my face,
Forceful closure of the eyes,
But I could feel its dark,
Black!
Cold!
I cannot see you!

Tainted
Having paid a quarter for a box of razors,
Far-ahead, sick of the mind’s numb rash,
Too sick of falling.

I hold it close to the mind’s untraceable vein,
Are you doing that too?
I could visualize your double-edged charm.
Silence cripples!
But I know you are there!

Slash!
Wasting the box,
Washing away without a single sweat drop!

And seraphs fall asleep!

Can you?

Feel our hate, feel the pain,
It is pouring like black rain,
Smell of dirty black mud,
In a passion so dark and true,

Then you will slowly walk away,
To leave behind the memory of the black nail polish!

Shadowing the fear…

2008-08-23T09:30:00.000-07:00

He feels she could fill the empty space in her life. She would care for him more than anyone else. She could be everything that he had wished for. A bubbly friend. His love. The one he had waited his whole life for. Smart. Intelligent. Cute. Adorable. Loveable. He tosses these words in his mind whenever he thinks of her. And of all. Absorbing!

Yes he feels like he is been caught inside a hurricane. A hurricane. It takes him somewhere and whirls him around unaware of his life’s pace. He knew it before he could give himself a chance to feel it. He had melted in love.

He gazed at her tenderly. ‘I love you, Sheryl! He blurted out long before he could think of a better way of announcing this. Everyone who had come to drain their spirits in the exuberant ambience in the Thirteenth floor of the wonder city gaped at him. He tousled his shirt further because he just could not keep away from grasping the cuff of his much-loved best shirt. Well now this is occasional wear. Looking good becomes mandatory to him only to impress the best people in his life. Apparently till date other than his mom only this ‘killer smile’ lady. He wished she would say something.

She erected her back once again and took a deep breath. Got up. Smiled once. Smiled again. She felt that the haunting clown inside her has come out to show faces at the world and humiliate her. She walked with progressive steps coming in terms with her mind’s claim that the earth has laid a red carpet, one of red which reflected pain. Maybe he loved her a lot. But what could she do! She liked him. But that was not love.

She closed her eyes tight. She wanted to weep because she hated loneliness. But never for the sake of a feeling. Feelings trap. They conquer. Now what more could she ask for. There is this guy who wants her more than anything. He wants her to fill his life with love. He wants to do everything to see that she is happy. He wants only her and nothing else in his life. Cause she is the only reason for his happiness.

But then what does she want. She wants someone who has everything to be happy about. And has everything he has asked for. To be a part of it. And let her be the most beautiful part of his life. She does not want to be reason for his happiness. But be a part of it.

Was she being selfish? Or just trying hard to over-react? She dint know!

But then what is long lost. Forgotten? She was not absolutely sure about the feeling. Did it exist?

Something was eating her heart out.

She gazed at the pendulum of life. There only twice do both hands of the clock come together in a day.

Once it has. Twice it may. But then life’s understanding differs without a reason!

She reached her house. She unlocked the door which refused to open as though she was an enemy long forgotten who turned up in an earnest hour of a sleepy night. Push. Lean. And then her hands slipped. The dumb lot of beer that she gulped down her belly, on her way back home sure does a hopeless cute trick. It just makes her feel like her brain is puking sense. Probably loads of it. And alas! She crawled to a corner of her room. She sat there for a long time. She knew it is not going to end.

The darkness.

Nothing could make a difference. And there again she stared into it.The dark empty side of her life. There she can see thoughts unwind without a reason. Those which could be somebody else's truth. Evermore! Never hers!

Lights up the sky!

2008-08-19T07:20:00.000-07:00

Vision fades…
Calm and composed…
Or excited to raise a toast…
The inner soul rests... Then..!
in the drained spirit of the dark.
Compassion lost...
Sympathy and empathy
Just another feeling.
It rains..
Music of nature’s intellectual soul..
Water drops into earths breast..
Flowing deep within to merge with her blood..
It’s dark…
There I closed my eyes...
Far away,
it blinded me…

Lighting up the nights!
Knight of the nights…
A spark of fire..

When the wind is still…
And the frogs croak
Somewhere in the dark.
They signal: Left or Right
deserting the traffic in the nights.
Many for the earth,
But just one for me..

Bursting flames of life..
Reliable worker of the night
Carrying in his coat pocket…
lit little lamps.

Firefly
In shades of life
Shifting the minds space…
From one lighted shade to another…
His seemingly sensitive dance…
Illuminated wings that suave all night long
tossing light into the foggy evenings…
Fluttering in an unbalanced uneven flight…
He douses himself into the uneven…

Pleased hearts…
Feathered minds…
Sleep deprived eyes..
All the senses recuperate to an indefinite state..
Cause he lights up the nights..
And when the sun shines..
He is no more with you…
But then you would never miss him...
Because he imitates the nature’s disappearing act!

Peer through this kaleidoscope and marvel!
The grasp of meaningless emotion..
Unfolded but traced in pain...
I cry all along to be with him…
Cause he is more than just the glow act!

Beginner’s Pride

2008-08-09T07:40:00.000-07:00

1...2….3….4….5…..6….7……..Sequences. We are obsessed with it. When there is 1…2…and 3…….we conclude that the rest is an ‘obvious 4 …5….6 and 7’… For A….B…C…and D there is always an inevitable E, F and G. We coherently trace this likely bit of our brains happening into concluding how things in life happen too, at times. We don’t try to imagine the ‘unasked comings and goings in life’.

‘Tsk...Tsk… How could you? How did that happen? How did you know?’ Nilo had a faithful combo of the dumb, confused and alarmed look on his face.

‘How do you do this? Not again! Hey u creeps! How! How? Howw!!

Nilo asked again as though he was desperately forced to dump the whooping round of ‘when’s’ and ‘whys’ in his booty. He tousled his already messy honeycomb resembling black wooly dough on his head.

She stared at him saying nothing. It amuses her. The almost ‘you are too smart to handle’ look on Nilo’s face. She smiled entertainingly. It was not a smile. It was the typical laugh that she manages to expose whenever she forces herself to pose for a picture. She liked it whenever Nilo acknowledges her uprightly sarcastic jokes and devotedly intelligent conversations. Which more than a few of her friends treacherously concluded as half- cooked philosophy?
Because Nilo is different from the other ‘Necks’ she claims.

WWWWWhat is a neck? Oh come on, not again! Shadow! Please don’t grab such pesky meaningless names for people. Her mom has always tried forcing this philosophy into her mind. But our beautifully intelligent and freakingly creative girl finds an extra way out to come up with exceptional names for people.

As in ‘necks’ are people who don’t have a head on their shoulder. And the head’s are the exceptionally smart.
Pssstt….exceptionally smart could also mean acknowledging others smartness in Shadow’s dictionary. She proudly claims to be a lexicographer on her own rights. She smiles to herself.
And then puts her hand around Nilo’s shoulder.

Shadow: Well it’s easy to predict! I have seen a lot like them.
Nilo: Seeing does not mean. That they are all the same!
Shadow: Oh..they are all the same.
Nilo: But I still wonder how? Your predictions are so correct. It’s like you already know the taste of the coffee which is brewing by its smell. It’s amazing. How your intuition works?
Shadow: its not intuition. Its observation. You observe things that are happening around you. People of flesh and life. You would know too.
Nilo: Brilliant!
Nilo: I never thought that Saaj and Megha would break up!
Shadow: see! I have seen hundreds of Saajs and Meghas. They romanticize like they are so dipped in love. And by the end of the day. The story is all the same.
Nilo: but then this aint the right way to look at things. You just tame it the way counting the way how things work. It might not be correct always.
Shadow: but, it was till date!
Nilo: Hmmm……!! Hey and so mamma was ask me about “us” today! When are we going to take the first step towards exploring the terrible opportunities that await us after we are together.
Shadow: In the first place, why should we explore it? We have been together through these six long years as friends and so we would be together like we were before.
Nilo: Was that a part of your series of ‘intuition happenings jokes’?

Shadow stared at him. She was all red. Partly because of his outraging comment and partly because Nilo was the only guy who made her feel so. He was everything she wanted him to be. A good listener. Caring and encouraging. Exciting and subtle at times. And her parents loved him. But then where is he going to go. So she always kept the love statement postponed for the next to every previous day. He is the happy –go-lucky man who has always been with her. And he aint rottenly the flirty type to go behind any other girl.

Nilo: am leaving! Ciao tomorrow
Shadow: oh oh! Again there you go!
Nilo: Smartness is fun. Over smartness is mind blazingly irritating!
Shadow: bye
Nilo: why the hell!!! K…. not anymore!! Bye

Nilo rushes out in an ugly pace of anger. Shadow playfully stared at the foam crowned mug of coffee. She tried to wonder what this would be called if Nilo was the coffee mug? It would be a fatso who is sweating with an umbrella with only the bended hold not the cover..! Disgusting…She thought to herself.

Sccccccccrrrrrrrrreeccccchhhhhhhh………………. She heard a loud screech of the car tyre. Followed by a loud bang and the murmur of the crowd. She dashed out to see a big crowd gathered outside the coffee shop. Looked like an accident. She saw a part of the white whale’s tail like appearance of the cars back. Suddenly it struck that it was Nilo’s car. She whispered. It can’t be. It can’t be. The car looked like it was parked under the truck. Nilo was nowhere to be seen. One closer look. She turned and started walking like there was no end. Thousands of moments sparkled in the front of her eyes. She knew that the series had ended. There was no sequence. The unknown has taken it all away.

The beginners pride on learning to intuit the happenings in our life. We are beginners who learn something new in every point of life. We forget to have the deeper realization of every moment being new and different in its own liking. There we take life for granted. There fear crops up. There we forget to live. Dousing the past to live in the present is learning, but expect not the present to be the voice of the past. Live like there is no past and no present. Live like there is just a second of this moment. For you to laugh, to smile and to be happy. The sequence can only be decided by the unknown.

Patently absurd!

2008-08-05T03:22:00.000-07:00

Dwelling on the negative simply contributes to its supremacy. A ship can sail around the world many, many times, but just let enough water get into the ship and it will sink. Just so with the human mind. Thoughts that bubble inside the mind lets the person sink alone. It’s nice to float in thoughts. But letting them bubble. Kills. Kills! Kills the person within. In the jerkiest of seconds.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…………Her face looked mentally constipated and stuck between the key zones of her pillow. She so hates this buzzing sound the cranky fan in her room makes. All applauds to her roommate who increases the fan on the most unearthly hour of the morning. As the other dumbo’s on the block proclaim maybe this girl goes on a guy-hunt chase in her wild morning dreams. What else would prompt her to increase the speed of the fan in the mornings?

Well now this is our young merry-go-lucky girl who infectiously thinks of a day before she opens her eyes to kick-start the lovely morning.

Phew!! The worst whining thought, that too on a decently already irritating morning. She rubbed her eyes. She furiously flicked one eye open. She pulled one edge of the blanket conspiring to cover her from all-so-human but-not-so-human forces.

She closed her eyes tight. Pushed off the blanket. Thud! “Not again! For god sakes, you pig be careful with your laptop!’ She heard the pessimistic pumpkin in her room shout! She turned and shrieked, with her eyes still closed. “If you did not bother, how careful should I be..? How careful? As careful as I was with the fart-head you hooked yesterday?” She said with her eyes still closed.

She dint bother to turn and have the pleasure of gluing her eyes on her friend’s “glazed in red” face. But then for some mysterious reason that always used to make her look good. She swayed to make her way to the bathroom. She smiled to herself. She could feel her temples hurt. The extra pint of vodka sure does sound like a moron when you are out of bed the next day. She pressed her forehead in a fury. Let the pain ease. The bathroom in the stinky rented house could have been constructed in par to the rest rooms in a Dabba. At least. The chirpy self of hers always lets her laugh. Cause she habitually loved life. As though it was thrown down from the heavens, the day the world proclaimed it’s going to end.

But then did things change? No. Hopefully not! But has it?

A self-obsessed alcoholic who blamed others for her reason to drink. Well, just like all the others we have seen. The tomorrows hit on her head. The thought of losing. The thought of oneness. She missed her friend. The one young lady who blessed her life with the little gift of laughter. Now she has become an angel in the dark. Why did the girl do it to herself? Letting herself be rammed by the honk machines of the world. Why did she kill herself? Was she hurt? How would the pain have been like?

She furiously banged her fist hard on the wall.

She sat on the faucet dazed, staring at the flaky patterns that loop in the air out of nowhere. She wondered whether everyone felt this. The intuition that darkens deep in mind marking the beginning of something bad that’s sure to happen. It’s come back again.

She closed her eyes. Splash! Once again. It splashed deep inside her eyes. It looked nothing different from red paint. But… but it smelled different. Of human wants which died along with the soul and body before the universe conspired to end it. It all came back. The fog. The halo of wispy light that followed. The shriek ended as a whimper. The desperate yearn to still connect life to flesh. She opened her eyes all of a sudden. She washed her face. Splashed water until the red was gone. She rubbed her hands on the side wall, the cemented wall which always had reminded her of the thorny dragon. Trivial little imaginations had scared her once. But no more. Cause the unknown is back for her. Back to trace its way along with her to the world of hurt and hatred. Where she was born. She once again looked at the mirror and there it was.

Luring her to the bottomless shade of the grave. She held the razor in her hand. She held it closer to her wrist. It reminded her of a silver bangle which her mom had gifted. Long before she lost her soul to loneliness. She yearned for oneness once again. And the razor hissed deep inside her vein. Drinking the sour wine. She stared at the floor. Everything has become blurred. She could see thick blood slab on earth. Blurred. She sang to herself a song which she had always hated. Let the hatred die along.. and let the pain…too!!

Anger may be kindled in the noblest breasts: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred. But then could self-destruction be an emblem of hatred. A word is not a word. It is also a prayer and God, is ALWAYS listening. He gives in HIS OWN TIME not ours. But then why does the human mind forget to understand and give into the far taunting negative qualms of the mind. Enough is Enough..!! But still the waiting does not stay!!

A Blue Lullaby!

2008-07-31T09:08:00.000-07:00

"Planets are like cosmic vaccums. They clear up all the dirt that is in their path. The bright stars of the Milky Way lie in intertwined spiral arms. There two planets come together.

Location: Venus

Tick tock.. Tick tock.. Tick tock… tick tock... Her mind juggled the tick-tock word with a revolting belief that this might be a religious way to flute away time. She flipped the much-loved white top from where it rested on the rein-deer’s horn resembling clothes stand. She wondered whether she should actually wear this again. After all, the much-awaited person has not seen it. Ahem..!! She corrected… it is not the much-awaited person. But then she pulled the flick of hair which fell on her face to touch her chin. Then what could the person be. Now is that important? She thought to herself and then picked her phone. Trailed down to ‘A’ in her contacts list. Well be it male or female, ego is ego! Cause she had already called him twice. Ain’t that corny dude! She mumbled and dumped the phone along with her clothes into the bag. She threw the white top on the bed. Had a quick glance of her on the mirror, snatched the bag and ran out of the room. She reached the stairs and there she stopped. She looked stupid to herself, for a second. Then she thought to herself. Well, now this ain’t new? She rushed back to her room. Grabbed the white top and pushed it into the half-an-inch spared zone of her bag.

Location: Mars

He walked into his office. Waited for a second at every ‘hot chick-centric’ friends cubicle waved a ‘hi’ here and there. And at last when the watch ticked 4, in the evening. A tea-break and back to his throne. Well a phone and a computer to jerk in all the music on earth and a sphere to keep the promise of being any employers pride. His phone rang. The Pantera’s ‘Cowboys from hell’ tone sprung up to mix with the air. But by the time he picked the phone, the call was dead and gone. He flipped out his phone. And stacked a call to his perfectly-blend flirtini!

Call tapped: ID Code No: false 420
The pantera guy: Hello…where u..? U reached Bomblore!
Flirtini: Yes I did bus broke down on the way. So was five hours late! So how are things otherwise? When is your mamma coming home?
The pantera guy: hmmm….she is not here.. So You coming to see me today!
Flirtini (sounds a little confused): well, not sure..! If someone is home shall join you! Not me alone! That would not look and sound right!
The pantera guy: Why? Are you scared? Well do you think I would do anything? Hey come on, you don’t trust me!
Flirtini: It’s not that? Anyways I got to go to the gallery and assign the work to someone! I am not sure! Well if your brother is there shall join you by 7.
The pantera guy: deal! Will be waiting for you. Hmmm.. you know its raining. Romantic huh?
Flirtini: Do you think I should consider bashing you up!
Flirtini: Shall call you before I start. I don’t know the way to your house!
The pantera guy: You call me! And I shall tell you!
Flirtini: Ok! Bye then. Shall call before I start!
The pantera guy: Ok. Take care. Come soon. Am on my way home! So ciao. Muah muah muah.muah. muah.
Flirtini: (giggles) take care. Bye. Ciao.

Location: Venus

Giggle continues. She stares at the phone. Maybe she could have talked for five more minutes. Its fun and nice talking to this guy. Well invariably he sounds very different from all the guys she had known. Oh crap! Now this is a part of any girl’s make-believe kit. To claim that she knows any guy better..! Well she recuperates her mind’s so-claimed comment. And shoots again. Well he sounds very different from all the make-believe guys about whom her friends talk about and the very few ones she knew and speaks to for long long hours. There was a little spice of naughtiness, an added spark of honesty, a tested dose of humour and a purifying bit of care. Oh ain’t this too much to believe. But then this is true she hung the thought deep to herself. But then she knew it. She was confused. Was it love? Was it lust? But goddamn she liked this dude! She dint know what it was. She took bath. Changed her clothes in minutes to proclaim that ‘oh again the goddamn white top!’ But then that made her look good!

All courtesies to Marks and Spenser’s! She thought to herself!

She ran out of her house. Grabbed an auto. All set to meet the oh-so-her adorable-unidentified-not-so-close friend. How many times has she called this friend by this name? She tried counting in the auto. She plugged her earphone connected to her Sony honey phony. She played her favorite song…’ walk away if you want to…its o.k. you need to….. You can never hide… from the shadow… na na…whatever you do… I will be two steps behind you’ She hummed the song. She was conscious of the drop of tear which clang on to her eyelashes like a dewdrop of pain. This song brought in reminiscent of a yesterday. Of a guy who she loved so much. But was never hers to call him her love. She untwined her thoughts. Made a call to her friend.

Call tapped: ID Code No: false 420
The pantera guy: hey where did you reach? I was waiting for you. I slept off! He he..!
Flirtini: I have crossed the flyover. Now how should I come!
The pantera guy: Ask the auto guy whether he knows G—(zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz) road!
Flirtini: hey hey I cant hear you.. can you spell it out!
Flirtini: helllllllllllooww! Vocal chord!!
The pantera guy: It’s Gold Mills Road! You get down next to St. Patricks Church! And then I shall come down to the road!
Flirtini: K bye!

Location: the Milky Way

She hops out of the auto. She is nervous. She still wonders whether to or not to! She walks further with a cranky thought of calling back the auto guy. Unaware of why she is still moving. Why she still wanted to meet him at his place! She dials his number on her Sony. And there again. This guy so reminded her of someone else. But then who? If it was her sweetheart once, then well this guy was different in 150 different ways. Sounded a bizarre question to her. Because she was not unearthly sure of who it was.

Call tapped: ID Code No: false 420
The pantera guy: hey where did you reach?
Flirtini: I am here! I got out of the auto.
The pantera guy: ok now! Do u see the church? Which side is the church? Right or left.
Flirtini: Well. It’s opposite to me!
Flirtini: well not sure, whether it’s right or left!
The pantera guy: oh u dumbo! You don’t know which side of the road is right and left! Hey, hey, I saw u. Turn to your right! Can you see me!
Flirtini: yes!

He waves at her. He was wearing something. well! Maybe? she decided to call it ‘Men’s pre-cool t-shirt and heart to heart tong boxers! Well she could not help giggle when she was going up the stairs. They walked into the house. The house looked real cute. Reminded her of a small little house where the ‘wizards stayed in the wynter'! Then she sat on a chair offered to her. Stoned! Wondering why her imaginative self is working horribly today! Well that happens whenever she is nervous. Blame it on her genes.

He introduced her to his brother.

The pantera guy and the flirtini starts talking. They talk of unearthly gibberish which does not make sense to each other. At Mars it all gets heated up. At Venus everything seems confusing even the guy sitting in front of her. His brother waves a bye before he leaves to have food at a nearby restaurant.

Minds untapped …. Code No: Unknown
The pantera guy: Oh well, hmmm maybe how many minutes of talking would it take to get her into the room.
Flirtini: should I or I should not!
The pantera guy: hmmm...I wish there was no power!

The power goes off!

Flirtini: what next!? Oh! I guess am in deep shit. Do I feel like Sybil who left her fifteen split personalities at home? Only one self is with me. Only the confused self!

They were sitting in the bedroom then. He turned around to lie on her lap. She felt doped! She wanted to run out like a raccoon with its tail on fire! He slowly kissed her. And there started the tug of war. What he wrongly assumed to be love scratches was the lovely lady embraced in his hands. Her gesturing approach to escape. Scratch here. Scratch there. Turn around. Flip. Cross. Nothing worked. He would not leave her. Then she turned around. To see his eyes. And there somewhere in the back of her mind she heard “walk away if you want to…its o.k. you need to….. You can never hide… from the shadow… na na…whatever you do… I will be two steps behind you’. She thought of the guy who sang it for her once! And yes then she knew. It was of him that this guy reminded her of. She knew it then that it was neither love nor lust! It was just the white memoirs of a black past! She felt her vision fade. And there she saw him make love to her once again. Her sweetheart of yesterdays! The pantera’s song was her blue lullaby of yesterdays. But then not love~!

There the planets surface to another Unknown way. They split. Cause they repell. They invariably think because the unknown has become known. Freethinking of one moment becomes common sense of the next moment. Because Reality is not probably or likely, because everything happens of a reason. A reason known or unknown for some. And to know deeper later!'

Parting. Partying. Parting.

2008-07-22T05:57:00.000-07:00

The lights shone again. Desperately revealing the beauty of her eyes. He stared once again. The lounge seemed more lively than usual. Seemed more like he was clicking a shot covered by the veil of the unknown. Cause he dint know why he looked again. His imported watch cuckooed in a tone which made him feel stupid for the moment. His daydreams had given immense confidence that the first meeting would be the best. But then a spark of stupidity. The tone sounded more like how his CPU shrieked when he dragged to move it to the other corner of the bed. The half-bend headphone at home has always been keen on picking a romantic tune from some Bollywooshily movie to match his hearts desperate pump. But then this sounded worse. Even with the loud music blaring.
He wished that time could wait. Felt that it was just 75 minutes of nothing, 75 minutes of unfinished nothing. Wanted more time so that he would not have to go home and think that it was 75 minutes of everything. But time does not repeat itself. And so do moments. The immature self in his wished for more. They sat close to each other when more people squeesed them with a selfish motto to create more space on the sofa.
Well after all, how could he complaint. He paid for it. The space. But he dint pay for this. The happiness on being close. 'Ahem! After all this unpaid everything is better than the paid nothing'. The last line was out of his mouth zipped by the mug by then. She asked what. He looked at her like he was caught in the middle of his love-play with her neighbour. How stupid can things get.
But then she held out her hand. And touched his finger.
The well-read nerd in him re-kicked his thoughts wondering whether he read it wrong that the goose pimples crawled to appear on the skin or deep within the heart. He grabbed the mug by its handle and gulped down the beer in a go. She was talking in Mailese, trailese, falseese... Well he wondered what was she talking about. He blinked. Blinked again. He heard this right “ if I seem to give a damn, please tell me. I would hate to be giving the wrong impression to him. I so hate him”.
'Well cribbing beauty, why not we talk about us? I love you!'
She was staring at him. She asked ' you want to tell me something'!
He wished he could walk out of the lounge. Pay the bouncer and get him to kick where it hurts the most. Why is it that what is to come out is stuck inside the mouth like the sick mans soup and what is to come out stuck somewhere in between the heart and where the vocal chord starts. He thought to himself. High time I give up my search for reality and look for good fantasy. Well after all, have done that over years.
He recuperated his thoughts and stared like a love-sick pup then. She was smiling then. But then it was not at him. She got up. A guy walked in. She said, Hey this is my friend? He kissed her and asked her to dance. She asked “Would you mind?” He nodded his head! She walked to be infected by the strange prick of the neon lights!
He felt alone all of a sudden. He got up from where he was sitting and walked towards the Bartenders tomb. After all thats where it all started. The quicky conversation. The 2 shot tequila. And the heart beat. And there she was with him. He turned once again to see her dance with the so-called acquainted moron. He confirmed this guy aint good as he looks. He sat on the big tall skeletal chair which reminded him of his boss's lady love. He flipped a coin. He said. One white and Mackey. Large! The neon lights loomed to his corner. And there 'ANOTHER SHE' smiled. He wondered. Oh love aint any race.. to come first or last. Maybe she is the one..! And he smiled too.

A mellow dream

2008-07-21T06:06:00.000-07:00

It appeared. Reappeared. Senses recuperated. Illogical vision. Inner minds language in strokes of red, green, blue and pale yellow. Faded memories cook up to be a haunting wail. The ones which perform an unknown dance all night and vend your minds peace in a terrible sweat war. Tolling over the past in a worthy try to build an optimistic present. Eyes open in the vague thought of a better day. Vanished when the sun woke up. Its no more there. You try to cream it back from your systems memory pad. Its lost. Nostalgia, was that nostalgia you wonder! If then would revenge also be a form of nostalgia. You stay confused. And it stays within you to come back again. Taunting you. Slashing blood on your dark senses. A mellow dream. Which is just life's melodrama revealed again by the inner mind.

2008-07-17T01:43:00.000-07:00

Dear Oddie,

Do you feel the breeze like I do? Have you felt this before? Have you ever felt the feather tickle from within and the racing heart beats? And do you feel it now? Have you felt the air smell different? A smell emanated by the warmth of your breathe. A hasty feel of being one. The feeling of oneness and having someone special is exciting and getting hooked for life sounds interesting. Getting hooked for life. The first time at least.

My love once said: 'I am yours. You are mine. Of this we are certain. You are lodged in my heart, the small key is lost. You must stay there forever'. Whenever he kissed me. I wondered whether it was just a kiss or whether he was whispering in my mouth. Flutter. That was the feeling I used to get then. A feeling reminiscent of love alone. I used to wonder how much a heart can hold. No one ever knew. Emotions that unwind as bundles of memories.

We have held each other in open arms. Have been stupid together. We have seen through each others ups and downs. We have shouted at each other over the silliest of cues. A remote control. Stinky socks. Turning up late for dates. Flirty friends. Where I had reached the verge of believing that being single is the death bell ringing. Flirtini for a sobriquet is better than being called someones girlfriend. But still at the end of the day, I have turned around to see whether he would smile if I look at him. My eyes would move so fast, in a desperate ego clutch so that he will not know that I was looking. Then even before he smiled, I would spring out of the sofa and cling onto his shoulder and plant a kiss on his cheeks and playfully brush my lips on his eyes. And there we knew to smile at each other. Smile from our hearts. Not just a blank expression on the face. Which I could still feel when I place his favourite red rose on his grave.

And so all I wanted to say is what we are feeling is a humanly whim which is the scroll bar stuck in window of time. Only that the system would hang for a second. You just have to restart the bit. And then you would realize that I was never yours. I was his. And he was mine...

I could still hear him say......“You are lodged in my heart, the small key is lost. You must stay there forever”
And I did...

Instead of just giving me unexpected cues. If you could take three seconds to say 'I love you', take three hours to explain it, And a lifetime to prove it.
I would be.................

Eternally yours,
Autumn leaf

Deceased to decor

2008-07-14T01:38:00.000-07:00

Wowing eyes,
Neon light,
parallel straddled floor ramp

holding thin artificial pencil rods,

Attached to strappy dainty shoes,

Ex-scavangers address the new ones on the block,
flashy linens,
cranky knots,
confidence drilled psych,
sharp peaky eyes,
Blood reminiscent skin,
curled corny black flicks
corner on the flat cheek,
forgiven to starve,
thrashing the crave,
They march,
Deceased corpses of perceptual-beauty inspired,

Hot beautiful girls and cold rotting corpses,
What goes better together?

Fading in the shade

2008-07-11T00:47:00.000-07:00

Curves, Curls, Twists and Swirls
Of life...
Dewdrops fade as sunlight fills this valley.
Such heat-withered grass,
Rising and falling,
merging and then rising again majestically.
The Sand dunes are beautiful too,

lying abreast to the greenland.

A dry leaf,
Fresh, sharp, thin, kissed by a dew drop at the tip
They drop on earth at last..
as
dreams and reality merge, in the unbound realm of hearts.

The conspirators of the dark…

2008-06-18T07:07:00.000-07:00

The sky looks so empty in a world so pout with pride. It is not blue or grey. Somewhere in between where the veil of an unknown world still curtains the Green horn of the world. Wonder what a green horn is? It is not a mind which is green in envy. It is a horrid cry of the green lady who once made us romanticize in the qualms of her cold breeze. Everyone blames the indefinite; the future fades to never reappear. There it rains. A rain of pain! Serenity is lost. Purity is molested. And there they re-emerge again. The traitors of the dark………….

A panel of lies. Darkness pursed in between lips which never opened. Shrewd memories. The eye wind in what has been seen and what you could see. But only the eyes see. The heart does not. The clock winds to show only 12. Dreams of the foes. Marinated with thoughts asking for mercy. The soul lets go. A never-embraced thought of pouncing out as a wolf from within forgetting all humanly whims. Drilling nails into the pale shades of the treacherous reflection of the mind. The traitors of the dark. They walk into the kingdom of Neveearthland.! Never to be born. Never to stay. Glueing the live grains in societal braces, inside the mouth so foul. Forgetting the brain so wishing to light!!

A woman i knew once!!

2008-06-04T05:50:00.000-07:00

She so pure.

Maybe carved off a lullaby

once she sang.

Patience she adorns

as a bangle with grace.

Waiting to shower any anger set ablaze.

Thousands of masks,

worn not as a fake task.

Roles that are defined,

more than the world whined.

She is there in you and me.

A woman so strong.

A key to unlock,

unlock the trace of truth

The day after today!

2008-06-01T21:45:00.000-07:00

Gimme a tomorrow to borrow,
Just one more day in your little burrow,
It’s all so white,
A dream someone said,
That I lost!
For a beautiful today,
Gimme a tomorrow to borrow.

Now this is so funny,
I say “I love you”
In 500 different notes,
I wonder now!
Which one do you like the best!
Smoke I see in the air,
Or is it just a little wisp of you?
For a beautiful today,
Gimme a tomorrow to borrow.

This little forgetful stupidity,
I guess hard...
its just me or you?
Oh ! I wonder!
I pick an arrow that hit my heart,
N I slid it into my laced memory box.
Before I could spell it right!
For a beautiful today,
Gimme a tomorrow to borrow.

Weeping words!

2008-05-26T02:01:00.000-07:00

Out of natures divine shell
Was scraped skin so young!
Life out of life,
Drenched in the wicked thought of abstinence.
And there God’s kids kill theirs!

Lost at work!

2008-05-09T07:29:00.000-07:00

I feel so lost among a crowd I cannot even connect too. Some are selfish. Some are snooty. Some are smart but defending. Some are caring but they really don’t mean to. Some are deeply engaged in backbiting. Some smile at you but then you wonder blandly whether they really meant it. Some literally embrace you in a touch of care.

That’s the way how my mind works now I guess. Maybe because all those things which are truly beautiful gives us enduring joy while the others just smile at you, walk abreast and then leave you where it all started. Yes am waiting around the corner now, wondering where it all started. I wish I could back home. Rather than fool around with words which makes sense to someone else but not me. I wish I could get back all that I wanted the most and that I have lost. Rather than cry over it waiting for the next day to be better. I wish I truly understood what I really wanted. Rather than being a make believe artist who wonders what people say are revolutionary and has a true meaning. I want to move to a zone untouched by sores. Sores of pain.

Confused while confessing!!

2008-04-29T04:17:00.000-07:00

Thoughts?

Feelings embed in a world of words to become thoughts sometimes. At least for me. These feelings are about a world around me. These thoughts are the gateways for the world to enter ME. This world interrupts into the space within me through my thoughts. I wonder whether I have an antenna tapping out information as signals through my eardrum, right on an unknown side of my head. I am sitting here comfortably observing my thoughts. What I wish I could cuss on are just memories of my past or desires of my future. Understand this thing. My desire to become rich or attain some goal in future is only a speculation. The future is unseen. It may or may not be like I think. It is my own experience that nature does not repeat itself maybe… By concentrating on my future I might be spending my time on something which might not happen. Neither my past nor my future is alive. The alive entity is ME. I am alive here. But my thoughts are not about here and now. My thoughts do not coincide with my existence. Thoughts are dragging me to think what can happen. I don’t know where I am trapped. Maybe deep inside a body which might or might not cheat me. Maybe with an air bubble surrounding me never letting go where I started everything from. The only alive entity called ME! Jailed within me.

A letter of hope!

2008-04-10T02:39:00.000-07:00

I wanted to write a letter to you,
Cause I got more to say than I love you”.
All I have to say is…
only to you...
But that’s lots more than I love you!

I tried luring the breeze,
But they might whisper to the trees.
Blew a kiss into the air,
To find it return back to me,
A lil drop of rain dream,
It dint reach you…
So I wanted to a write a letter to you,
Cause I got more to say than I love you.

All I have to say is…
only to you…
But that’s lots more than I love you!

Would you gape at the sky?
Then you might find a lost petite star,
Away from all worldly war!
It’s just my heart filled with hope.
Would you stare at me!
Then the clouds might tramp me,
I would not see you….
So I wanted to a write a letter to you,
Cause I got more to say than I love you.

All I have to say is…
only to you…
But that’s lots more than I love you!

Blink

2008-03-31T06:07:00.000-07:00

The air lost its truce,

at my mind's will,

I blink.

And there, I reflect.

There, I think!

We are never alone!

2008-03-25T04:57:00.000-07:00

Having heard the nature so selfless.

what we saw never contradicted what we have heard!

With the seemless salt water in the sea,

dissolving to form a crowning cloud,

the sky returns only transparent shower of water drops,

with no salt left in its grace!

The nature always barters the best.

When the earth not so pout with pride,

i have everything abreast when i stride.

oh! we are never alone.

A lame Monday

2008-03-17T23:55:00.000-07:00

(Don’t have a name in mind ;-) maybe...)

A lame Monday

Unwinding dreams,
Play a trick in all our whims.

I wonder from where?
I spray the little imagination I have,
into the air to form a wave.

I closed my eyes.
Envision for the future,
was the pound of the hoof.
For I fear the world so trapped,
I speed away as a wisp of air so white!

Too hard, Too cold!

2008-03-07T21:40:00.000-08:00

Too hard, too cold!
It was raining,
The roots in me,
a defeated beast!
Saw a maze on the grass.
My heart!

It rained,
I was tamed.
But still my heart.
Lost!
Too hard, too cold!

Scarred!

2008-03-07T21:26:00.000-08:00

Where does it hurt the most?
In the depths of the heart.
I sealed it with the thick puddle of a concoction,
And a patch of cloth.
With an unwinding thought,
Let the world not see the wound!
My mother says it would heal,
And days pass by to reveal just a brown latch of time.
Days have winded away,
Giving an unscathed way,
I peeled off the band-aid and it still hurts,
It’s all flesh, red and lame!
Still it hurts!
Where does it hurt the most?
Still in the depths of the heart!

Raw hearted in love!

2008-03-04T00:05:00.000-08:00

Does killing time damage eternity?
With a big bang to chug oomph down your brain.

Does killing time cradle you to sleep?
With a lame mind which is just lazy,
too hard to be touched,
Too cold to be thrilled.
If then you would have heard about this night.

This tender night,
With a dark clutch,
The grip of the sky,
Which hid the light of the stars which dazed?
Which doused its spirit the man-so-wolf’s blood?

Heard of the man-so-wolf!
Son of the dark,
Preacher of the evil,
He clang on to trees,
And sprang on to rocks.
The leaves shuddered when he passes without a trace,
But the wind would just whisper even before it forgets why!

A strange night,
With a dark clutch,
The thirst for the red fleshed wine,
Taunting for flesh to dine.
He set out to feast on a prey,
With only the dark lending him the way.

The smell of blood,
Of a tender woman in the woods,
He smirked,
And sprang in,
Pushing away the trees,
Whining with hunger,
He sprang to where it smelled the best,
Somewhere in the west,
He saw a young woman,
So pretty,
So bright like a petite green leaf,
Pale like the moon,
But shone like a star studded gale.

The feeling of hunger seemed vague,
He stared at her!
She so scared,
took two steps behind,
Before she ran,
She was floored waiting death,
The wolf-so-man he leapt,
He sprung on her,
But not to kill,
He tried to feel her smell,
He nudged with his nail,
her neck vein.
It sprung out,
The evil red of blood.
He licked,
But it tasted so different,
changed was his life,
He felt that was evident,
He the son of the dark,
Did not want to be scared of the human wombs wonder,
He bit hard on her neck,
And she felt the pain,
He guzzled the blood down his throat,
It tasted not good,
But he had it,
Cause he the conqueror of the dark,
Did not want to fail because of some humanly whim,
He kicked her,
Her body rolled in to the woods,
Like the dead firewood which lost its warmth.

The hunger crave so dead,
He leapt back to reach his cave,
Like a anger wave,
Which he knew for no reason,
But it hurt,
It was anger,
It was loss,
It was pain!
He wondered why?

The moon faded,
He closed his eyes,
So that it would not hurt,
But he saw the pain in his eyes,
As a dream which was never traced.
He held his hairy palm close to his heart!
And there he felt the pain,
He knew then,
It was love.
Not able to take the pain anymore.
He dug his nail into his chest.
He felt his heart
He scooped it out,
He saw her blood had blended to his green vein,
He felt the wind,
It felt so different..
Not so fair,
he was not able to have the pain,
He threw it on the floor,
His heart so doused with love.
He pounced on it to drink her blood again,
To feel her blood and warmth without a gain.

Blinded by hunger he never saw thy love,
But winded by thoughts,
He would see only thy love!
Worth than the blood of his heart!

Inspiration from the pic : the mind so vague it kills the love it never craved for. And then it wildly pronounces to douse into the spirit corpse to feel the love!

2008-02-28T02:13:00.000-08:00

A heart warming sigh. Words that spill care. A roar of hilarity that could ring hundred bells of happiness. A crack in the brain could be the whacky jokes. But it nudges the heart, the laughter that follows. Walked in. Conquered. Shades of lust follows. Or a mind so doused with rare care. HE won!

2008-02-28T02:04:00.000-08:00

If you could colour me in red. Then that’s a unique stint. A dash of the shade. It creates a difference. It blends with all other but can make me rather cranky all the while. Why is that? Colours make a difference or it just this single shade of crimson red. Colours bright, light and white. They speak without a reason. Do they? But this single shade of red. It brings the worst yellowish pale on my skin. Not the crave for blood. Not the fear of death. It’s just the way of my eyes. And this just left me thinking, it’s our senses that are strongest of all we have. The touch and the sight! But the touch stays as an empty thrill and the sight seems so vague. Is it just that I got lost searching for the colour of happiness? Oh being modest, I just realized happiness does not have a colour! ;-)

.

Ego to death!

2008-02-08T21:43:00.000-08:00

A lie within myself,
Few where the ones
I let out,
With a tongue
That waggled out of my brain.

In vain,
Then I realize,
I was never wise.

Lie I did,
She never knew it,
Or never tried to!
Maybe cause she never cared,
Or she never loved!

Now the glow on her face,
Reflects as a smile that wrinkles my eyes!
Its not cause I do love more!

Its cause she never knew me!
On a earth filled with a nurtured light,
I still am in the dark!

I despise this wicked ego,
Which I never let go!
But then I am a conqueror,
Cause love a lie,
But me aint!

Mist

2008-01-03T23:11:00.000-08:00

She became a misty wave,
And played on the strings of his heart,
World’s Best Note!

Come along. Be my friend.

2007-12-31T04:02:00.000-08:00

Thump.

Tickle.

Spellbind.

Dumb.

Choke.

Fume.

Then it all ended.

How?

Would you like to hear?

It isn’t ordinary dear!

Can you walk with me?

I would like to hold your hand

to tell you a story.

Can you hear the thump?

It’s my heart that teased

when I found this friend.

Can you feel the tickle?

Lean on to me,

feel the beat of my heart,

which kissed away all the dirt?

Can you sense the spell?

Not when I learnt love,

But then,

when I learnt

more meaning to friendship.

Then I was spellbound.

Can you drench inside my mind?

then you would realise I was dumb.

I lost.

feel the smell, the burn of death?

That’s me!

Love was heaven,

but it could be hell too.

You see, it has already become.

Can you soothe my anger?

No, you cannot.

Cause I found myself to the ugly little fume,

this dances in my mind,

like a funny tune.

Now it has all ended.

You came along with me gal or guy,

I showed you,

how I felt!

Can we trace back?

Just to write it your way.

Can you be my friend?

Then it would all start.

Giggle.

Smile.

Laughter.

Joy.

Mirth.

And happiness forever!

your eyes saw it wrong!

2007-12-31T03:57:00.000-08:00

Don’t stare at me,

I know you are angry,

and the anger had died down,

like a curled frown.

Yesterday we did fight,

but that day has withered away,

like a snowman who melted away

when the winter vanished in wonder.

Don’t have that look in your eyes,

It makes me feel that,

I am wrong,

Though am not!

The innocence rocking in your eyes,

I can see,

It says am no longer wise,

You know it all,

You think, lady!

But the spring was a beauty in your eyes,

and a sore, deep pain in my heart!

We belong to each other; still we are feathers apart,

I can see it your eyes.

I hate this little distance,

It makes me feel I have lost my existence!

Talk to me! Friend,

Not for the yesterdays,

Not for the today’s,

Not for the tomorrows,

Not for what you are,

Not for what I am.

But just cause you are worth my soul.

Through a prisoner’s eye…

2007-12-31T03:54:00.000-08:00

Bar! It is so dark in here,

The pricking black of a whore’s door,

sucking away the light as a whole.

These fuming rods,

the fumes of the gods,

They say it is for my good.

But I know, never out of this I would.

The hard untended floor,

the stinking puke-bearing food,

has never left me aloof!

The inner light pokes like a blood sucking knife!

Hate the life of this world that I wish I was never heard!

I lean on to the wall wondering whether I should leave or stay,

then I clang on to the window grill to light my life in every single frill!

I peeped,

there were men dressed in green and black.

Held to the bars,

tried pushing them away,

Then I heard a creaking sound,

my door to escape said my mind.

Two bars moved,

and I knew I could jump out to be there in the world to a live a life so white.

I could escape!

Am safe!

A tear gleamed in my eye,

it rolled out,

Was instantly happy!

I could see Dian and our little son.

I was pushed out of the cell through the small window in the punishing space.

Maybe it was my urging mind that doused me out!

The next minute!

I felt a pain,

then numb!

I wondered how!

I was able to feel a warm watery tickle on my tummy,

I touched there,

blood,

there was an iron rod which just started from the muddy ground,

rotting with a hidden pride,

peeping out from where my spine binds,

It hurt!

But I knew then I was dying!

The world has decided,

the earth had decided,

my dreams had died.

I could never escape,

I could never leave or stay.

sleepless love!

2007-12-31T03:51:00.000-08:00

Every night i dream.

one is for you,

and i forget the rest i wish to woo!

i would open my eyes,

you would close yours,

I would say " I love you",

and my kiss would breathe into your soul.

Story of a Mistletoe

2007-12-31T03:47:00.000-08:00

A plant so green.

Did you know the mystical power of mistletoe?

It breathes within itself a curse,

to make someone's life never worse.

You would sing alongwith me.

If you know?

The myth of Goddess Frigga and her son Balder.

Frigga, the Goddess of Love and her son,
Balder, the God of the Summer Sun.

Once, Balder dreamt of his death.

He told his mother about the strange dream.

His mother lost herself to a worry,

worry for his life,

and for the life of earth.

She knew all life on Earth would come to an end.

she did her utmost to avoid,

went everywhere in air, water, fire and earth.

Extract a promise, she did!

They would never harm her son in any cruel bid.

She was promised safety of her son,

under and above the Earth.

Loki, the God of Evil,

with evil devised in his mind,

Connived he did, Loki!

Wooed the blind brother of BalderHoder, the God of Winter,

Balder was poisoned and dead.

Earth turned cold.

Every creature tried to bring Balder back to life

But it was the mistletoe which had the trick.

Frigga did this with her wit.

Her tears became lustrous white berries

She blessed the plant

anyone who stands under the plant

would be entitled to a kiss.

So plant a wish,

It's a mistletoe,

shares your love and my love.

Plant a kiss,

with the purest smile in your heart,

to never leave your dear ones hurt.

For its Christmas, lets all have merry,

For its Christmas, let's spread love in every dash.

Earth, my soul!

2007-12-22T00:04:00.000-08:00

When the wind blows,
the earth rests.
Have you not heard?
I have!
But with no scientific cue,
It’s a heart felt clue.

When the wind blows,
my mind rests.
Do you want to see?
You can’t!
Cause with no scientific cue,
It’s a heart welding feel.

Cause the earth is my soul,
and the wind your words.

A reply:

2007-12-21T23:58:00.000-08:00

Is it?Does it matterWith whom we dance,Or just thatWe danced at all?Is it the loveWe care about,Or is it thePerson we care about?Is is it the tasteOr is it the food?Is it the expressionOr is it the mood?Do we lie to saveOr do we live toSustain our cravesThat will not follow usTo our graves?--B. Lucas

If your heart never lies then…

When two hearts dance together,
the tap does not matter,
the tune does not matter,
neither may be the stamping feet sessions,
which could make it a nasty mission?

The only thing that matters,
would be a heart that melts,
your eyes that meet,
and her eyes that water.

There, your hearts dance together,
and you would become lighter than feather!

When two hearts are in love,
it is not love that matters.
it is not me or you,
or he or she,
that matters.
It is the happy numb in your heart!
It is that you kept her happy
or that she kept you happy that matters!

Food and the taste,
are the noses wonder?
Never did you eat a food,
which smells murk?

Your mood speaks within your mind,
and those we call expressions.
Maybe your face just forgot to let it wind!

Save and crave,
seeks a different meaning-grave!
Cause if its happiness that you craved,
to save,
it would follow to your grave!
If it materialistic the way your mind waved,
it saves,
but you would be empty without your soul,
deep in your grave!

Hell praised and the seven heavens cried!

2007-12-20T23:40:00.000-08:00

It was raining in hell,
as usual,
sparks of fire-gold blew from the cauldron,
there they cooked flesh.
The pavements to the red devil’s palace,
was burning red hot!
The cursed lucky worms of hell wondered why?
Why? Why? Who beats the hell!
Who has come for our Lord!
Who has done the good?
To make the world so light!
There were dull rumours,
about the mighty rulers.
Who conspired? Heaven or the dark evils
who were here in the yesterdays!
They wondered.
They perceived.
They worried.

Then one lucky worm cried:
Oh! My ear tells me! It’s from earth!
Someone is coming for our Lord.
They quickly dragged out the old man’s crystal maze,
this had the ancestors shining daze.
The devils’ ministry all of them stare,
and the cursed lucky worm peeps with a dare.
And there they saw,

A sunny bright afternoon!
Could be a wonderful tomorrow,
a passionate today,
or an all blue Monday.

A street so bright,
it could take off the world’s light,
Maybe a sunset dream,
or an all set joy scream!

And there towards the corner,
A young woman walked in or maybe wandered.
She had a smile so lively,
hair so breezy and dark,
eyes so shiny and black,
She was wearing a pretty cherry red frock,
and looked like a rich image on a beautiful clock.

A lucky worm screamed:
Oh! She is so pretty!The ministry stared at it,
and there it suppressed its lust for a little.

A sudden buzz they heard,
Oh! It was rain on earth!
They saw there:

She stayed alarmed for a dizzy second,
and then she just took a heavy breath!
It showed she loved the smell of her land.
She raised her hand,
to hug the rain.
It showed her heart not at all vain.
But then she stared at the sky,
the dark black pupil in her eye,
had a startling why?
there a little tear flowed out,
That showed she was in pain.
Then again she wiped her cheek,
and there she was sweet with that smile!
That showed she loved to smile,
But then she missed that the most!

Another little worm cried:
Oomph! I would like to marry that woman so gentle.
A minister thumped his feet,
the little worm,
blamed, oh my cursed wit!
A breeze swept in from nowhere,
They wondered how?
They peeped in,
that was a strangled fight to see what next.

She started with a quick pace,
holding her frocks beautiful lace,
The next lane,
there was her house.
She walked in.
It was evening already,
she yawned and she knew she was tired.
Too ready for bed!
She changed into a white dreamy gown.
and there she laid to sleep,
to weave another dream so green.

All the ministers said at a go,
“She is a princess,
any prince’s, dreams come true,
A happy go lucky charm,
this can make the world gleam,
Oh! Little girl, we would even love the heaven,
Cause there is the one who created you with his entire gene.
You a lucky charm on earth.
The heaven rose and bowed,
the land of the devil,
There they praise our Lord, Mighty God,
And…

There, Hell praised and the seven heavens cried!

My crimson wire to peace!

2007-12-18T00:14:00.000-08:00

Do you hear that?

A baby crying

somewhere in the west!

People don’t care

or is it only me who hears.

Its loud and clear,

the heartbeat follows

with no rules.

I can hear it.

Oh! My ears are battered.

I wish I could run and escape,

to some other secure space.

I started to run,

then I knew this was not fun!

Cause it followed my fast pace.

I stopped with a little trace of acceptance.

I wondered?

Is that me?

My body that bloomed

that cries.

My mind so immature

that cries.

No, I was sure it was a baby.

I looked at the sky,

the sun blinded my eyes with a bright why.

I closed my eyes,

"Saw a lady wearing a robe,

lying on the floor

so dirty.

It was a market place,

there, it stinks.

There was quick rush out of her swollen womb,

I saw there a baby,

so white,

covered with blood,

or red veins that trace to everywhere,

like it was god’s test of will.

She lies there,

for a second,

then she whimpered,

then broke into a heartbreaking cry.

There, she had realized the light of the world!

The lady she held her so close,

close to her,

so close to her bosom.

There, her daughter felt the warmth.

There, she felt life in every step of growth.”

I opened my eyes.

I knew it then.

I knew it.

It was me.

Born on earth,In a messy mirth!

My mother she is gone!

Gone to where I came from!

Without her I miss the warmth.

I forget my life’s grace.

My mind that cries,

It has cried from the day of birth,

from when I realized the light,

from when I had learned my steps,

Birth or life,I cry.

Life or death,I cry.

Then what is the bloody difference?

In the dark and the light!

So let me look down.

There, they are the messengers of the dark,

Birds so dark,

They are together always,

Let me cling on to their hard fletching feather,

not fearing any rancorous weather.

And then there I would be with my mother,

close to her heart,

close to her soul,

feeling the warmth.

I leapt.

Ah! I am on my way to meet her!

Ah! I am on my way to the light in the dark!

Ah! I am on my way to embrace my mother!

The feather of the dark lords,

that was my crimson wire to peace!

It was me all the while?

2007-12-17T22:38:00.000-08:00

She cried when trust died,
She saw a clown in every living being,
She held her palms close to her face to cry,
She saw the reflection of a clown in her palm, why?

She was startled,
It was her.
The world was her reflection!

(Have felt this a hundred times, when I smile the world seems to be bright. When I cried the world seemed dark. When I was stupid the world made a fool out of me. All this while it was me. The world is my reflection.)

She’s the moon ghost!

2007-12-17T21:42:00.000-08:00

The dark evenings brightened up,
and the sun’s lady love just pretended to sleep.
Cause today is very different from any other day,
said the stars in fear.
They hid their light behind the mountains,
Cause the pain comes in tones.
She would kindle their spirits,
with the sharp lash of her tongue.
She would breathe in the air,
and the river would forget to move.
She would open her eyes,
and we would shiver and fall,
realising we were never more wise!

The stars cried.

Cause its,

The moon ghost!

The stars spread a tale,
a tale darker than the clouds wail.

The stars say,

“It’s the moon ghost!
She gives birth to a hundred lots every night,
be it my replica for the day,
or the tree which spots my light in the way.
It can be wolf which forgets to howl,
or a sheep which is just too old.
It can be a honey bee, who could be a queen,
or a tender bird which flies over the green terrain!

But all trace down to earth,
with more worth.
Cause they shine.
They blind.
They are the children of the moon ghost!”

The stars hid behind the clouds.
They wanted to see her pride.
Then the wind just booed the cloud,
and there she was,

A shining beauty on earth.
A haunting aura so bright.

The clouds and the mountains bowed,
the river rose to praise.
The trees shed their green,
and the world waved feeling the delight.

And there she was,

the moon ghost!

She shed her silver robe,
and it floored on the river,
and the river drank into him,
the spirit of the gown!

And…..

Oh! The water bubbled,
the stars cried,
cause no sight more beautiful than birth,

And there they were!

The sons of the moon ghost!

All silver and white,
they shook their head in pride,
and the dew fell out of their mane.

They bowed their head,
and there was a rainbow,
unknown to be born on the nights,

The tiny star whispered,
“That’s the stair way to earth!”

And there she strode down,
like a lady in white gown,
and she climbed on to her son’s back.

He shook his mane,
and they strode away,

Then the stars whispered again,

“That’s her ride to Wonderland,
She leaves her children there safe,
and would be back to give birth,

Cause the river is her Lord!”

Beautiful words!

2007-12-17T20:43:00.000-08:00

Beautiful! Honey, you are beautiful!
Wonder words they are,
we believe!

I love you, beautiful!
Tender words they are,
Did it not make your heart melt?
Did it not make my heart melt!

You are the one! Pretty!
Marvel these words are.
Did it make you hug him?
Wooing you like the best hum!

Wonder words of true marvel,
Everyone loves you,
no better to do than to embrace you!

But I know you aren’t true?
Not even worth to woo!

Wonder words of true marvel,
you not from the soul,
It’s just from any mouth so foul!

A true word does not do wonders,
But it stays till where your heart wanders.

A true word I learned from life,
May sound unromantic like an ice knife!

It’s the one which has never been said,
but just felt with the heart!

Might be a hope..!

2007-12-14T01:42:00.000-08:00

Might be just a hope!

But why do I?

I feel
Incomplete,
Restless,
Deceived!

Seems like things are out of my wind.
I don’t feel anything!
Nor love, nor emotions!

But I miss him still.

Am convincing my heart,
that never leans to listen!

But still I yearn why?

I believe the world would be greener,
One day!
I would whine away the dark clouds,
I would fume away the evil in a fury.
But still I become weak,

I hear why?

The whispers on all gloomy nights.

“Yes dheep”

I did ask then,
“You mean what you say”.

You whimpered in silence,
withering my happiness.

But still I forgave you,
Cause you taught me to love,
You are love, and you will be.

I can hear another voice,
covered with the thorns of darkness.
It said,

"Will he leave me in the dark and go?
or has he already left?"

I can feel,
the world is spitting on me,
my baby is shouting at me:

“You whore, you killed me”

Shall I tell her today, when she comes:

“Mama truly loved you.

Please don’t haunt me dear!
I denied the light to you,
I wanted to be with you!

Blood is spurting out of my wrist,
but still God won’t show you to me!

I stay,
Rejected,
Cold!

But I promise!
I would come to see you,

One day!

Will you sit on my lap then?
I would play with you then!

Baby, your father would have another family tomorrow!

We would be forgotten!

I do care,
and I know you do too!

It’s only me that you hate!

But I know I am not worth,
to drop those words on earth!"

No, she would shout at me.

Of all the things on earth,
what I miss the most!
is the little light in mind!

But might be a hope!
Just a hope,
Will I have you both?

Torn by love!

2007-12-14T00:43:00.000-08:00

Morning blues seem blurred,
I could not feel the pain.
But deep within,
there is a deeper pain,
It’s numb!
Death-cold numb of blood,
which a small poke,
could force out!
I give up,
cause I know my life could never be bright.

My heart was snatched away,
and my mind desperately sways!

It had lost its colours.
Like a rainbow swallowed by the mighty ocean.
Like the mud which makes love to the rain water,
and dries in the north to where she wandered.
Like a thunder stroke which blinked,
forgetting to light!

I lost myself,
to love!

Love was never a favour,
which I owed to some empty soul.
Love was never a traitor,
who left me confused.
Love was never known,
until it came!

But I knew it.
I touched it
I felt it.

Deep within me,
beyond my senses,

It raged the fire,
I yearned for it,
I saw life with it.

A fear crept in!

My heart was snatched away,
and my mind desperately sways!

I wish I could have him back,
cause missing him seems like a hissing snake.
With its deadly pang and haunting eyes,
I feel light,
The light vapor of death,
It’s embracing me.
But then I lost him,
He belongs to some little girl,
who never knew of this greater love!
But I still wait,
waiting for some god-send miracle.
But still I smile,
yearning for his warm hug.

Cause!

My heart was snatched away,
and my mind desperately sways!

The legend of the dark.

2007-12-07T03:36:00.000-08:00

The legend of the darkly knights and the dainty queen,
Not heard even in the quaint town,
Deep under the earths golden glow,
there lies a world which you may call traced with an evil flaw.

The Mighty Johnson was the king of the dark,
and the lady love, a shade of vain pride on earth!
When the dark night with a grey moon,
hung on his shoulders like a royal robe,
He drowned the pride of the Magestic Mountains,
the many on earth!
The courtesans,
they would say bitter, wrathful words of spite and envy!
Sons of evil are the grains of this empire,
more cursed than a painful tear.
Creatures of the dark, they are
So bloody and white,
with cuspicate horns,
which glaze in the dark!
There is a bloody river in this no man’s land.
She so shameless,
she lurks down the valley in earth,
she tweaks every kids naughty cheek,
like a innocent crazy witch.
She drains the blood, she a spy on earth,
she conspires staying by King Johnson’s side,
Creatures of the dark, they are
lewd in mind.
They would be thirsty,
in the land where the sun feels ashamed,
He hides, never did he show his face,
Creatures of the dark, they drink
the innocent drop of blood,
from many a lot!

Earth lost its light,
the red orb is hiding,
Cries, worse than a battle field,
It was dark!
Cries, the wail of the mothers,
They lost their kids!

Nudged him.
Who is he?
The Saint of the west,
He, who loves the earth,
He, judges the worth of the beautiful earth!
His soul peaceful than the serene bliss of heaven.
Still he proclaimed,
Let the war begin!
Let the creatures of the dark die!
Let my daughters not lose their blood and flesh!

Vain were their spirits,
They craved to shade the dusk in black,
Connived to the land of the darkly knights,
they wanted to trap the sun in the dark,
The red orb hides behind the unearthly rocks,
The earth and the dark, the sun did not rise.

Mighty Johnson the king of the dark,
the dark death had let him know!
The Saint of the west has come for him!
cause a star shone in the east, behind the bloody river of the dark,
the creatures of the dark, hungry!
The river not anymore red,
they were thirsty without the blood.
They scratched and killed the other,
to drink the blood of his brother,
They digged out the evil to eat it,
But lost their power,
cause evil can never be crushed by the evil!
Mighty Johnson the king of the dark,
He sets out to the west,
To kill the Saint of the west!
He not a king, who forget his sons,
Believed in power, did he?
Which he might lose!
He wants the sun trapped in the dark,
He sets out to the west!

The dainty queen of the dark,
looks more than an angel which shines in the dark,
Dark was never her mind,
But born in the dark,
She never wanted to trace into the dark, but she never knew anything beyond the dark,
she knew that the ring on her hand, was a thousand lot of lies,
which she had sworn to her heart,
cause love, she did! Her King Mighty!
Had set to the west.
She sat wearing the crown,
And the pretty gown,
the gown weaved out of termite buttons,
A gift from her king mighty,
She dressed to be pretty,
to welcome her Lord.
To melt away in a hundred happy sighs,
to welcome her Lord.
She sat there,
the skeletal courtesans, the evil of the dark,
they all consoled her.
But she didn’t need it.
Cause she knew her Lord would be back,
But then the star shone brightly behind the river,
and she knew her king had lost!
Her king had lost!
A tear drop rocked in her eyes,
like a cradle of pain,
which no one ever would know!
She rose from her thrown,
closed her eyes,
She shoved out her soul.
To join her Lord,
Her King Mighty Johnson,
But by then,
the creatures of dark, they are
White and bloody,
They pounced to feast in the dark,
Be it your lord or the soul,
Hunger not keeping them away,
The creatures of the dark, they are!

There lies a world which you may call, traced with an evil flaw,
But there a soul died to join the other in love.

There lies a world which you may call, traced with an evil flaw.
There the sun came out not blinding the earth.

Cause Papa would be alone!!

2007-12-05T04:45:00.000-08:00

Were you scared ever?

My eyes are red,

I cried a lot yesterday.

Sometimes I feel alone in this world.

Then all my joys wither away,

I perceive.

My garage seems like,

where I sit in the car to inhale a tortured bit of carbon monoxide.

The rafters in the attic seem like,

where I could hang myself.

Razor-sharp bits and pieces seem,

implements for my wrist.

Am I lost?

Am I Scared?

Trust me there is someone hiding in dark.

I feel so cold here.

You know, the death cold nights,

and the days seem numb,

she follows me everywhere.

Don’t know why,

but know I would have to leave, she is here to take me away,

and then Papa would be left alone!

When I was hiding under the bed,

Papa asked “what happened”.

Didn’t have an answer.

I am wondering, when the breeze hit my eyes.

Then a little drop of tear fell down.

Am I sad?

Staring at that pool makes me sad.

That was where she was lying, drenched in blood.

They are forcing me to speak out.

But if I do she would come and take me away.

I would not say.

But I remember I had seen it all.

I hate this illustration of her on the floor.

I wish the sun would melt away,

and take her far away from me,

but then still she could trace back to the den.

Oh am I scared,

Yes, but still I don’t want to be lost!

Cause Papa would be alone!

Lost!!!!!

2007-10-26T04:31:00.000-07:00

Once I saw a young fresh drop of dew,
Clinging on to the green trench of life,
Tender was its spirit,
That I peeped for a better view,
Spectacular was the sight,
That my heart gave the purest smile,
But then another drop fell,
To blend to this earthly glory,
My mind urged to fly,
Cause the drop so red,
It blinded my senses like blood,
My fresh petite memory,
Seemed crushed in some dirty alley,
Heard a sharp torn pitch of pain,
My ears did burst,
I hoped it was not for the worst,
But then I was lost,
Lost before I was really lost!!!

true!!! huh>>?? am not sure.............

2007-10-25T23:51:00.000-07:00

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love

a positive effort..!! he he but still left me pessimistic

2007-10-04T22:45:00.000-07:00

Cause it did hurt...!!

Succumbed to words…
Cause it did hurt…
Maybe you don’t care
But it did hurt!
Cause the dream I saw,
Was never painted.
The touch I cherished,
Was never care.
The smile I loved,
Was never true.
Cause it did hurt.
Maybe you don’t care
But it did hurt

For Sapu Jam.........someone who means a lot to me........a friend whom i cherish having in my life...

2007-09-21T04:30:00.000-07:00

Not alone... friend..!!

Discouraging. insulting..........
........how cud I bare this...
In this entire world...
I had an empty life....
..I grabbed your hand,
For a better sight.
..You never owed me an ugly penny,
But I loved you more than a lot many!
And now that a life I dragged....
...but never yearned...............
Made me happy........
With you little lady
: And u say I am not pretty.......
.. I hate this life a lot lady...........
...but still I don’t cry baby.............
You, a friend worth.......
. More than this earth....
....then y a beauty....
.. Which might never be really worthy?

a wish for a life

2007-08-06T05:40:00.000-07:00

Thousands of wishes I had in my hand
One for the rain which showers down
Erasing away all worldly pains!
One for the sun who shines in glory
Making my smile warm in a friendly tame!
One for a young man, who forgot his life,
Because his soul was yet another blood sucking knife!
One for a tiny seed, who dreamt to grow,
But died before it was still raw,
One for my little friend down the lane,
Who yearned for a friend, hard to tame!
Wishes in life plenty,
A wish for a life,
Smaller than a long cherished dream,
Even then,
The wishes won’t be lesser than plenty,
Cause wishes are an ocean in your dream!

a burnt life...wish thy never!!

2007-06-21T05:44:00.000-07:00

trouble may lurk into your life like a bumble bee..

may make us a tendered "WE"!

but a scar in your heart,

makes you disown the world!.

which makes you wish you were never heard,

deep down the world!
but aint this life ,

yet another lie!

tied to it a lot of humanly lies,

but aint this life ,

yet another lie!

tied to it a fresh little cry,

but aint this life,

yet another lie!

its more than you would ever know,

honestly out of your worldly cues!!

purely insane

2007-06-18T22:02:00.000-07:00

Is purity insanity,
why in all the vainity
maybe cause i never yearned,
or you never craved!
but is purity insanity?
cause its possessed by none even in secracy,
purity,tied to your soul,
Or just another bodily role?
cleanliness ,thy never purity,
your heart should pledge in eternity,
that is purity,
wedged by an eternal bliss,

purity let it be tied to your heart ,
in all eternity!!

marriages ...........made in heaven........ love is blind............... finding a better part of u...blah blah..... blah.................

2007-04-08T08:45:00.000-07:00

marriages are made in heaven...say people...but is it really true... maybe after years of observation starting from wat i have been seeing at home gives me a different interpretation .that marriages are not made in heaven when there is love and loads of understanding and a strong support for ur life u tend to feel like in heaven and its not made in heaven...

i would like to ask this question to hundreds of people in this world,this question evoked on my brief meet with a cousin of mine whom i had not seen for a long time. she is my best friend .she is married to a man of her parents choice,one who is best in the outer shell.and maybe really a gem of a person.but what is that does not make sense between them.when it comes to understanding priorities in life both of them are sails apart. the last time i saw her she had very cold eyes and a dry halo effect surrounding her which shows that " man am so damn screwed with this life" .then she told me she feels good when she sees her sons face.a kind of peace,and thats the most happiest thing which has happened to her..!!!and there was another friend of mine who got hurt when her husband physically abused her on the very night of the day she got married to him...she was hurt but her husband has created the scar deep in her heart than on her body!!and a guy friend of mine who got married to a gal who told him that she has undergone three abortions on the next day of her marriage and eventually eloped away with her former boyfriend jus 6 months after marriage ...the world is really weird right.. if not for u... i surely feel so.........!its true that there are different kind of people in this world..but we have only one life so is it jus for taking chances..... cause it hurts u, the person to whom u get married to ,and ultimately if u have kids their lives too..! let me ask a question to all of u in this world........well ,is marriage all about this..u marry and try take chances... then y do we really have to marry......people mock relationships and love makin jokes and cartoons out of it........ but deep within the jokes they really do make sense i feel!!! check out these..........

Waves of time

2007-03-21T09:16:00.000-07:00

That day does not wish to come;
Where the sun showers his grace,
Where the flowers bloom in vain!

When you have to leave,
And I have to leave.

That day does not wish to come
When I have to die for you
And you have to die for me.

That day does not wish to come
When our eyes meet and my tears are for you,
And your tears are for me.

That day does not wish to come
Cause it’s the death of the day
And the night is born.

Story of a dream

2007-03-21T09:14:00.000-07:00

Huh! It feels so vague,
But not really pale,
I can unfold you;
And nothing less to do than mould you.

The little life I had in a saddle
Is like a child in a cradle!
I dare not predict,
It blooms into a fresh little flower,
But will it be the worst or best,
I dare not expect the life’s best
Cause it’s all the story of a dream.

What do I feel now!

2007-03-21T09:12:00.000-07:00

What do I feel now!
All the happiness in the world,
Or all the disgusting perception towards life,
Is it the freshness of a dove?
Or the poise of an eagle.

What do I feel now!
All the love for the universe,
Or the hate towards some hardened heart.
Is it the blindness of love?
Or the vanity of romance?

What I feel is shrinked by words,
But what I feel is the best I feel!

Mother nature’s anger.

2007-03-21T09:10:00.000-07:00

Oh! My ears are battered
But it does not make me cry,
Because it is her gentle scolding,
It makes me shudder and hide myself.
Oh! My eyes are squinting,
But it does not make me cry,
Because this is her touch,
A gentle pat on my shoulders,
My fears are withered away.

Oh! My body is wet now,
But it does not make me cry,
Because she is shedding her anger now,
She is weeping,
It makes the world happy,
Making my mind vague.

Oh! I wish she would smile,
Her anger would never gift another flower,
And would wither the winter away,
Oh mother nature! Your anger so meagre!!!

Wish I could fly!

2007-03-21T09:06:00.000-07:00

Wish I could fly,
Off to the core of the universe,
And leave my worries behind,
Soaring high above daily tribulations,
Which would seem mere trivialities?
When I look down from high above.

Wish I could fly,
Over the deep blue away seas,
Singing my worries away,
But I am a mere mortal being,
Carried away by the materialistic world,
Wish someone could tell me what to do,
God, where r u?

The road of life ….mine!!!

2007-03-21T09:04:00.000-07:00

Many lives…, just like any other
Many a faces, just like a mirror any other shiver,
But my mind never likes a mirror,
It reflects your craving shadow.

Was wondering what waved in the space?
But that remains untold,
But I know you stay there,
My heart stays…where!

A lost dream paved the way,
Or a rainbow of passion?
A ghostly venture passed the way,
Or the pace of your breath,
Showering the fragrance of a dove!
Healing the wounds of love!
You walked into the core of my heart,
Hope you won’t leave me hurt!

gift on earth

2007-01-25T09:07:00.001-08:00

is it the natures birthday today,

coz she luks beautiful than any other day,

as the world lays her gift near her toes,

she lays the light near the worlds door,

adoring her red crown,she wipes of the blindness,

which is gods own gift of kindness,

clad in her blue gown,she clears the decks of the brain,

which is gods own gift of not being vain!

oh my dear nature ur so beautiful,and ur call not at all virtual

when she lost her mother..............

2007-01-21T04:09:00.000-08:00

dear mommy......

never have i painted my life...

coz black was never my fav color,

but here am cuddled in the cover of darkness.,

u all in jesus enchanted world.,

and me trapped in some bewitched mould,

the sweet lure of lullabies missing,

now are like poison spitting bees kissing,

" i will never cry over a sweet bite ,

nor do i care for a fight,

but one promise from u,

that i will be back with u,

then i would have painted my life white

to get into my life some light...

hmm....... see this is why i always say if all in this world are thin!! the world wud luk weird right!! dis 1 to all those chubby plumpy dudes

2007-01-15T20:02:00.000-08:00

high spirited competition in this world!!! does it really suck.!!

2007-01-15T20:00:00.000-08:00

worldly words!!! in confusion???

2007-01-15T09:09:00.000-08:00

worth are those words which are never said,

thy might feel they are wet!

but do they shine in my eyes,

do they shine in your eyes?

worth are those words which are never said,

thy might feel they are never great!

but is it out of sanity,

letting out our vanity?

worth are those words which are never said,

but are those words ever said?

girl! interrupted...??

2007-01-15T08:56:00.000-08:00

perplexed,y do one feel,

because the world's tracked out of the wheel,

percieve, y do one do

cause the mind lurks in suave,

like a feather hugging a wave,

success, y do one thrive,

fame the luxury of kindred lives,

failure, y do one hate,

one has never seen wait,

blind never the colours of life,

colours splashed with a wedged knife,

never, how we color it,

cause " HE " has done it with his wit!

mother natures son!!

2007-01-15T08:40:00.000-08:00

i was born as a seed,

i was sprout into a sapling,

i enhance the beauty of the world with my green suit,

i spray the life giving gas on earth,

sucking of all poisonous gases,

i shelter the weary,

but yet am butchered,

mercy mercy mercy!!!!

sunshine..!!

2007-01-15T08:35:00.000-08:00

along life's road i found a friend...

then i dint know this would be a ray

a ray which covered the simplicity of life,

then i did not bow before you...

but now i do!!

coz nothing could be weighed with u.

but now i shed my feelings for you

cause i know friends are the sunshine of life.

the tedious faith....!!

2007-01-15T08:31:00.000-08:00

oh !! i wish i was a bird

it sways and swings in the sky

but it is ever at peace.!

oh !! i wish i was water

it couls quench the thirst of the earth

but it is ever at peac.!

oh !! i wish i was a fly

it irks and sucks the blood

but it is ever at peace

oh!! i wish i was never a human

it sucks the blood of its own kind,

but oh!! i am never at peace

path to god!!

2007-01-15T08:15:00.000-08:00

we have always heard this embelled,to our prayers or to whatever we say "god almighty help us".but we still still have this question in our mind whether this supreme power exists! does it? we really dont know right .well then arises a question why do we pray then.is it because prayers are the bridge between u and god.is it because god has a court open there in hsi abode to hear ur pleas.people claim though they cant communicate with god,the religious saints could pass on their wishes to god.people donate money to temple .are people bribing god to hear their worries.otherwise why should there be collection of money in the name of god.where does this question lead to ," whether god exists or not!

i do believe that god existsv,he exists in our mind engraved in a temple thats our body.he dwells in everyones body. so i believe our prayer should be the good deeds and good words we use to rejenuvate our spirits and a mind to help our fellow human beings..thats prayer to me..!! dont u feel this is prayer..then jus turn around there might be a hungry child who is starving for food,there is a yearning mother to listen to her worries and a hell lot of people around u who needs you more than you need urself..

all the glitters are not gold

2007-01-09T01:02:00.000-08:00

this i want to say aloud to all in this world "all the glitters are not gold"or should i scream to catch ur attention first!!!but would it fall on deaf ears cause usually people prefer to be listened to,people have got a general understandingfor each otherthat they have cut shortthe questions and statements which does not please others!! weird world right?
well then my say wud be only machines could be standardised not man..but will people join to sing this riddle with me.to unwind the hypocrist within them.never but if george bush does suryanamaskar maybe people would say that this art born in our country is frenzy.
why is that people have changed to behave like glaucoma patients. is it a shame to us or our creator.then i would say for both because if we take from the society point of view,if a son gets low marks in exams its a shame for his parents,then y not this rule applicable to god.
god made a mistake,he corrected his mistake by not creating anything similar to human beings.but what do we do,but we still fail to recognise that even the charcoal glows only after put in fire