Obscure and Erratic

When it isn't Like it Should Be

2011-04-28T02:49:00.001+05:30

times like these

it isn't like it should be

it isn't easy like it could be

it isn't happy like it would be

times like these

it feels a little empty

some things you give away

some things you can't keep

times like these

when it isn't like it should be

and the show needs to go on

the trick is to —

keep breathing.

Where i'm From

2010-07-02T04:58:00.006+05:30

I'm from clay pots
from bottle gourds and glycerine
I am from the worms that infested the peas
(tiny, trying to run free)
it tasted like what i could have told you
had my mother not snatched the peas from me

I am from the sweltering tropical heat
the torrential heavy downpours
whose smell i remember
as if it has never stopped raining

I'm from kheer and mehndi
from Kali and Hanuman
I'm from dinner-for- ten and breakfast at local street stalls
with kachori subzi
and chai

I'm from the sandal smelling incense sticks
and the penetrating sound of conch shells,
rust and dust
From the board games
from family movie times
Under my bed were a world of monsters
i was so afraid to confront
that it scared me to hang my legs from the bed at nights

I'm from these scattered, fading memories
from the innocent moments
from my childhood.

(dated: 30th June, 2010)

Theatre

2009-10-14T12:19:00.003+05:30

A doom serves as a coordinate

An odd arrogance glows

the envy hashes the hatred

deep with pain a love wallows

the heart is scribbled over with a sonnet

words from spurned sensibilities it borrows

a miserable choir essays the spirit

all viable inspiration narrows

at a distance, hope blows a trumpet

wisdom returns form the land of psychos

every single angle of perspective is set straight

the theatre is now forever closed

Silence

2009-09-25T17:50:00.000+05:30

A new beginning, an extraordinary day
what i felt i could not say
and though i know now, aware in every sense,
I choose upon words, the language of silence
~
I know it won't be easy enough,
It would only make my life tough
But i'd rather not regret my speech
I'll regret the silence till the ends reach
~
I know I am not supposed to care for you
I know I am not supposed to think whether you are there,
I know i am not supposed to tell you,
But I'm sorry I m in love with you,
This silence i can no longer bear.
~
And if this silence be broken, I pray
Take my words as you may,
But when i say I LOVE YOU,
i don'tmean for you to stay,
But its hard to see you go away,
It's hard to see you go away!

The Cat Came Back

2009-09-25T17:45:00.000+05:30

Happened one cold monday
not so long back,
Thought I'll toss it away
but the cat came back!

Everything in life seemed okay
suddenly BOOM! it attacked,
Enough! i thought and tossed it away,
No luck, the cat came back!

Finally by itself, it did go astray
phew! at last return to track,
No need to toss anything away
But the cat came back!

Guess i have to accept this way
sometimes good, sometimes wrack
Whenever i try to toss it away,
the cat keeps coming back!

Made to Believe a Lie

2009-08-10T14:23:00.003+05:30

From the moment we are born into this world we are made to believe certain things. Although we do tend to question our beliefs on them as we grow up, we also choose not to question certain things. Things we pass on to our children and they to their and they keep on continuing that way.

One such thing are nursery rhymes. Have we ever sat back to think and realize what these nursery rhymes tend to teach our children? What are the origin of these rhymes? Every word penned down has to have a certain meaning and reason.

This sudden entry comes due to a research on on particular rhyme and its actual meaning.

Ring around the rosy,
A pocket full of posies;
ashes, ashes
we all fall down!

These were the very first vesrion ever printed. Though now this is not how it taught to children.

It's meaning:

Ring around the rosie -- red rings around a rosy bump were first signs of the plague

Pocket full of posies -- 2 references: 1) people would carry around posies (flowers) to get rid of the smell of the plague so ppl wouldn't suspect them as victims 2) some believed the flowers warded off the plague all together b/c by keeping your air smelling sweet, the bad, contaminated air couldn't reach you.

Ashes, Ashes -- again, there are 2 meanings: 1) they had cremation of dead victims of the plague 2) one of the symptoms of the plague was internal sneezing (sometimes they would blow their lungs out - yep, gross, I know); "ashes" is a representation of sneezing sounds in the middle ages (now, we say "achoo")

We all fall down -- I think everyone gets the idea.

This is what we are made to believe to be a "nursery rhyme". Children are supposed to be singing this and making merry. Most of the poems are "politically correct" verses which innocent children are to made to sing and even dance on.

Maybe its very trivial matter right now. but somehow takes the fun out of teaching children any nursery rhyme. It is political history made to sound funny and lively for children. Thats treachery. We are made to believe a lie and this cycle shall never end.

::sigh::

Rust

2009-04-29T19:53:00.004+05:30

an unfound mystery, rust

undergoing a transformation, it's a must

reaching for the core, for it a thirst

an unfound mytery, rust

a proud witness, rust

even though it's destroyed, though it's a bust

you got to believe in it, you got to trust

a proud witness, rust

an ingenious cultivation, rust

somewhere a magnet, on it's crust

you might fall in love, an intelligent lust

an ingenious cultivation, rust

a friendly stranger, rust

it ain't fair, ain't just

the way it's abandoned, thrown to dust

you must learn about it, must understand it first

a friendly stranger, rust

Surreal Meditation

2009-03-22T20:50:00.005+05:30

Merger of multiple entities

by-product of brainstormings

char din ki chandni

and finally a rupture

A balance

immense peace

brown studies

and eureka!

enlightment

Life is a collection of memories

a uoıʇɔǝlɟǝɹ of psyche

a journey not a destination

And life goes on...

Thought Process

2009-02-13T17:20:00.007+05:30

coverging lines

lines intermittent

intermittent journey

journey inwards

inwards and outwards

outward projections

projections fake

fake masks

masks for every occassion

occassion not important

important but unwanted

unwanted presence

presence indispensable

indispensable moments

moments beautiful

beautiful minds

minds v/s hearts

hearts of glass

glass shattered

shattered hopes

hopes rebuilt

rebuilt on beliefs

beliefs revived

revived...life!

She Took Away My Crown of Throrns

2009-01-23T12:19:00.002+05:30

Category: Gibberish

There used to be days when I was forlorn

I used to survive on nothing but corn

From early morning till late dawn

I used to laze around in a lawn

And at night with friends I watched porn

My clothes were fine, but my socks were torn

But one day when I saw her, destiny blew its horn

A shining new ray of hope was born

And suddenly all my pains were gone

She took away, she took away my crown of thorn!

The Train

2008-12-27T20:07:00.005+05:30

Minds running

hearts pondering

wheels turning

and churning!

Feet Travelling

hands working

air gushing

stop dusturbing!

In the thoughts lane

Nobody pulled the chain

And I missed

I missed the train!

change

2008-12-24T13:17:00.002+05:30

things have changed...

or they never were...

damn...y is change the only constant thing in this world!

CURSES!

2008-12-24T12:57:00.002+05:30

People can NEVER ever get rid of their super-egos.
They have been continuously brainwashed on what is right and what is wrong.
They refrain from following their hearts just because somethings "wrong"
I ask you:
what is right?

what is wrong?

Should these biased, limited judgements be stopping us from doing what makes us happy?

Aaaargghh....

Achmed The Dead Terrorists

2008-12-10T21:07:00.003+05:30

WARNING: some people might find this offensive. But to be taken in a light, neat humor.

ATTENTION: Jeff Dunham is a ventriloquist. He is brilliant!

DUST

2008-12-05T10:30:00.004+05:30

Moments tuned out

Moments left untouched

Moments covered in Dust.

Settlements of new layers

Old layers preserved by new

Moments rewritten over the Dust.

New moments like new leaves

Leaves with a renewed existence

Renewed existence coming out of the dust

Existence no longer isolated

Existence no longer unaccompanied

Existence unified,

unified with the Dust!

Relativity!

2008-12-01T21:59:00.006+05:30

A lot of people have asked me as to why i sign my name as A-fool-such-as-I It is a song by Bob Dylan and i relate very well to it.
Here are the lyrics for it:

Now and then there's a fool such as I Pardon me if I'm sentimental, came to say goodbye Don't be angry, don't be angry with me, should I cry When you are gone, I will dream a little dream as years go by Now and then there is a fool, a fool such as I. Now and then there's a fool such as I am over you You taught me how to love and now you happened to be untrue I am a fool but I love you, dear, yes I will until the day I die. Now and then there is a fool, a fool such as I. Pardon me if I'm sentimental, came to say goodbye Don't be angry, don't be angry with me, should I cry When you are gone, when you are gone, I will dream a little I will dream as years go by Now and then, now and then there is a fool, a fool such as I. Now and then there's a fool, a fool such as I am over you You taught me how to love and now you say that we are through I am a fool, yes, but I love you dear, I will love you dear Till the day, till the day I die Now and then, now and then there is a fool, a fool such as I. Now and then there is a fool, a fool such as I. Now and then there is a fool, a fool such as I.

For Mumbai

2008-11-27T19:14:00.003+05:30

my thoughts seem to dwindle all words in my mind when i think of the tragedy that struck Mumbai. This is something i saw in another blog and was moved to what he posted(ref to:www.kafkacafe.blogspot.com)

May Thy Soul Rest in Peace!

psyche crumbs

2008-11-25T20:41:00.002+05:30

This is something i found on a random blog...

just thought i'll engage myself in self scrutiny.

I am: the one who loves to change from nothing to one ;)

I think: for myself and let others enjoy the privilege

I know: as much as i believe i do

I want: freedom of thought

I have: 49.99% of what i want

I wish: that wishes came true :|

I hate: the idea of hating anything

I miss: some parts of my mind :)

I fear: uncertainity

I hear: the unspoken (atleast i wud like to believe so [:)])

I smell: beauty

I crave: attention of people i love and care for :)

I search: for roots deep within

I wonder: about considering the alternatives

I regret: having regrets in my life

I love: the irresistable desire to be irrestably desired ;)

I ache: when i see people in pain

I was not: aware...

I am not: aware...

I cry: and am not ashamed or embarassed of my tears :)

I believe: in the act of belief

I dance: and respect the art of it

I sing: pathetic :)

I read: everything except newspapers :)

I don't always: think before i speak

I fight: for what is right, atleast i try my best to

I write: abstract

I win: never!

I lose: everytime i win

I never: use the word never and always.. time is uncertain

I always: refrain from using the word always and never.. time is uncertain

I confuse: between reality and dreams sometimes and thus hurt myself

I listen: with full attention to very few people

I can usually be found: in deep conversation with myself

I am scared: of confronting my fears

I need: love, attention and care (especially when i deserve it the least)

I am happy: when i am the reason for others happiness

I imagine: anything and evrything under the sun... bhaba jaye na! ;)

SECRET LIFE

2008-11-25T12:10:00.002+05:30

When I am
Working hard
To get the stars autograph
My secret self
Is busy
Signing autographs
For her fans!

When I am
Racking my brains
To write something meaningful
My secret self
Is busy
Attending a
Book launch!

When I am
Forcing myself
to laugh under a mask
My secret self
is busy
sitting in adda session with her friends!

I am living in the shadows of my secret life!

My "epitah"

2008-11-16T23:24:00.001+05:30

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Rumble in the Heart

2008-11-03T18:23:00.008+05:30

Youth, friendship, and the everlasting magic of the movies: that is exactly how to introduce the Italian film by Giueseppe Tornatore: Nouvo Cinema Paradiso.

Disclaimer:
This is not a movie review. I am sure we have had many. The following is just about what moved me and what inspired me to write about it.

~x -x~

Synopsis:

A boy who grew up in a native Sicilian Village returns home as a famous director after receiving news about the death of an old friend. Told in a flashback, Salvatore reminiscences about his childhood and his relationship with Alfredo, a projectionist at Cinema Paradiso. Under the fatherly influence of Alfredo, Salvatore fell in love with film making, with the duo spending many hours discussing about films and Alfredo painstakingly teaching Salvatore the skills that became a stepping stone for the young boy into the world of film making. The film brings the audience through the changes in cinema and the dying trade of traditional film making, editing and screening. It also explores a young boy's dream of leaving his little town to foray into the world outside.

Love, friendship, mentor-ship, nostalgia, sentiments, and pragmaticism are interwoven into a classic film.

What really moved me was the relationship between Alfredo and Toto (a.k.a Salvatore) that doesn't end even though they move on with their own lives. Alfredo is the ever inspiring father-figure in the life of Toto. Through Alfredo he learns not just how to CHASE dreams but also how to pursue them and LIVE them. Alfredo inspires me for the same. He inspires not to look back but move on.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday!

For me, the film begins after it ends. The last episode where Toto is moved to tears after watching a montage of all the kissing scenes of films he saw Alfredo editing, is the one that has been etched on to my memory forever, more so of Alfredo.

What we do for ourselves dies with us. But what we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.

This is a toast to the Alfredo in my life:
Thank you.

The Mask

2008-11-01T11:35:00.002+05:30

A mask I wear

Throgh which I smile

And I do not dare

Go an extra mile

They watch me laugh

They see not my tears

They tear me into half

The pain nobody hears

I do not want the mask

I want to be free

Oh! please spare me the task

Just let me be!

0---0

sigh!

2008-10-31T20:43:00.003+05:30

Ever mine
Ever thine
Ever ours...

Sometimes mine
Sometimes thine
Never ours..

Rain, Tea and A Retrospective

2008-10-26T20:49:00.004+05:30

October 26, 2008
This date has got to prevail in the hearts of three young ladies: Anwehsa, Nazia and myself for a long long time.

Picture this: Sunday afternoon, 3:40 p.m, Kolkata, first showers of rain bespeaking of onsetting winters in the city. It had been pouring cats and dogs since morning and we three 'gung-ho' damsels actually got together at the slightest chance we could get, at an inter-mutual corner "Mouchak" @ GolPark.
We met with an intention to go for a photography exhibition of Pedro Meyer organized by the Seagull Foundation for Arts in collaboration with Tasveer. So we started off from Mouchak and went knocking around Rashbehari searching for 46, Satish Mukherjee Lane. It was boisterous wandering on the streets, quivering in the cat-and-dog weather and hunting for the place of exhibition. Luckily we did find the place after quite some leg-work.

Though we were quite lost when we reached there because we were expecting a display of a retrospective of Pedro Meyer's photographs but all we found was all frames dismantled and people packing-up.
At that time we find this man who comes up and is very amused to find us there because he was not expecting visitors in the rain and was packing up to leave town for other exhibition, unaware of how enthusiastic we ladies are! So he got a few works displayed again especially for us, a "special screening" as he put it. And we saw some really beautiful photographs. Each photograph had a story. It was retrospective in a true sense. Some of the photographs entrusted a sense of deja-vu.
The man also offered us a mitigating cup of tea ( really considerate of him i must say, considering the rains and the cold breeze).
So, we actually underwent a V.I.P treatment. We left, all happy and proud of the fact that our enthuse really did prove remunerative.

The disappointment came when we went home and we realized that our friendly host for the evening was the man himself: PEDRO MEYER (F*** man!).
The last train missed... that is how i felt!

But there's a strange titillation inside somewhere, a strange satisfaction, despite the disappointment.

(P.S: Anwesha u were so right.. he was handsome [;)] i mean he IS)

Had I and You

2008-10-26T14:52:00.003+05:30

Had I and you
But met
things would have been
different for sure,
We would smile at each
other sans false pret
But i guess our relationship
now has no cure!
~
Had I and you
But met
we would buy each other
a flower,
Now we have ourselves into
such a situation let,
far seems close and close
seems too far!
~
Had I and you
But met
things would have been
different for sure,
There are memories I
now want to forget
'cause the future into itself
has set up a lure!
~
Had I and you
But met
our meeting me
lose myself more,
now i have rediscovered
myself
So I guess that
settles the score!

o-x-o

Reality Check

2008-10-24T21:57:00.003+05:30

Oh! why don't he listen?
Oh! why don't she care?
Oh! why do he do that?
Oh! why do she dare?
~
Oh! why don't he love?
Oh! why don't she understand?
Oh! why do he go away?
Oh! why do she leave the hand?
~
Oh! why don't we realize
what the heck!
what will help us
is a Reality Check!

The Other end

2008-10-16T20:19:00.004+05:30

"Like waves breaking on the seashore: as one rolled up the sandy shore, so millions of others were being formed far out as sea. They were rolling in relentlessly and nothing could stop them."

This is exactly how I would describe my state of mind right now. There are millions of questions forming in my mind,
mixed issues..
on life..
on perspectives..
on friends..
on career
on family
on health
and those "important" stuff..

Every time i have a question, i usually love taking peoples view, actually that one persons view whom i look up to for even small trivial matters.. but for a past few days he has been really busy and has been struggling with his own personal issues as well.. so..

so i got into this habit of answering my own questions ( which usually succeeds a great war between the left side and the right side of my brain) an every answer compels another question and it becomes a ceaseless process with more answers and even more questions.

phew!

Sometimes i wish i was on the other end of the scale, the end where an answer led back to a question, only one question,
uncertain
hesitant
and most unwilling to state the question!

the kiss!

2008-10-13T21:02:00.002+05:30

...

2008-10-13T17:21:00.000+05:30

starry starry night...

An ExPeRiEnCe

2008-10-10T12:33:00.002+05:30

Sitting at a bar

watching all people,

having a "diluted" Vodka...

observing portraitures,

Realizing my own misery

(or maybe thinking overtime)

participating in a non-participatory

event,

feeling absolutely gibberish,

trying to write a poetry,

expressing a FUCKED UP mind,

drawing sketches and

recording memories...

Coming to terms with situations!

(written on 20th September, 2008)

non-sense

2008-10-09T13:32:00.003+05:30

hmm...
was just scrambling through various other blogs and felt nice. So just felt like writing something but am at a loss. I have been staring at the blank screen for almost 15 minutes and my fingers are just resting upon my keyboard, but thy seem to be paralyzed.
Just had my "pavitra-snan" or as in daily jargon my just came out fresh from the shower. I am totally wasted by my olfactory senses that got a whiff of those suds and can feel my cold soaked tresses against my warm sheath.
Till some time back I used to think that the best ideas come in the shower, but for me it's not so. Shower time is the only time when i do no thinking at all, and its my best part of the day. I am absolutely free from any sought of thoughts at that time.

P.S:I don't think i am really making any sense in what i am writing.So i guess I'll log off now.
tata!

Innocent Sex

2008-10-06T21:50:00.005+05:30

I keep wondering...
why is sex such a taboo in India...
why is it seen as 'dirty' by the older generation though they are the ones who are most experienced..
And i realize that they have known 'Sex' and they have known 'sEX', but they have never seen SEX through a child's point of view..
This is another excerpt from MISTER GOD THIS IS ANNA by Fynn...

All the universe has got a sex-like quality about it. It is seminal and productive at the same time. The seeds of words produce ideas. The seeds of ideas produce goodness knows what. The whole blessed thing is a male and female at one end at the same time. In fact the whole thing is pure sex. We've taken aspect of it and called it sex, or made it self-conscious and called it Sex.

And again I agree.. why not just see sex by which something is brought forth or 'borned'. After all even ideas are like babies... not all of us can have babies but we all can have ideas...
Its breathtaking how we can be male and female at the same time!

VOID

2008-10-06T20:46:00.013+05:30

It was a beginning of a long journey. A single step of a thousand miles.

We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.

I am reminded of a song by Darren Hayes called "VOID"...

I let a stranger love me
I gave away my pride
I bit my lips, so I could block my mind
I've called your name to others
Just like a spinal chord
Severed and broken but the spark still tries

And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the noise?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?

And now i feel like a void whom no other can fill..
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
I don't expect to be loved back in return. All that i expect is my love should not be treated as a 'burden' or 'responsibility'.

I love you. It's not a weight you must carry around.
I love you. It's not a box that holds you in.
I love you. It's not a standard you have to bear.
I love you. It's not a sacrifice I make.
I love you. It's not a pedestal you are frozen upon.
I love you. It's not an expectation of perfection.
I love you. It's not my life's whole purpose (or your's).
I love you. It's not to make you change.
I love you. It's not even to make you love me.
I love you. It's as pure and simple as that.

Don't Think Twice It's Alright

2008-10-05T20:23:00.005+05:30

I asked for a random sentence as an inspiration to write a poem.

I was given 'Don't think twice, it's alright'
You see this person admires Bob Dylan.

Here are the original song lyrics:

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

Now this is the poem i wrote, It's just something that comes straight from the heart:

When uncertainty occupies
your mind
When confusion seems every
path to you find,
You can come to me
and share with me
your plight,
Don't think twice it's alright

~

When solution is not exactly
what you seek,
When all you want to do
is to your heart's
content speak,
You can call me
whether day or night
Don't think twice, it's alright.

~

When indignation has taken
over you control,
When your only solace is to
strike a somatic soul,
You can let me have it
with all your might,
Don't think twice, it's alright.

~

When you are happy and
want to celebrate,
When you find none other
to party with late,
Come to me and I'll
hug you tight
Don't think twice, it's alright.

~

But if one day you fell
with you I have
done wrong,
And when you can tolerate
me not any long,
Just let me know an I'll
be out of your mind
and sight,
Don't think twice, it's alright.

(written on 23rd June, 2008)

Beauty...

2008-10-02T21:55:00.008+05:30

I was reading this amazing novel called Mister God This is Anna by Fynn.
It is one of the most simple books i have come across..
while going through it i came across this paragraph and was really inspired and i very much agree to it. This is how it goes:

Anna's misery was for others. They just could not see the beauty of that broken iron stump, the colors, the crystalline shape, they could not see the possibilities there. Anna wanted them to join with her in this exciting new world, but they could not imagine themselves so small that this jagged fracture could become a world of iron mountains, of iron plains with crystal trees. It was new world to explore, a world where few people could follow her. In this broken-off stump was a whole new realm of possibilities to be explored an to be enjoyed.

I can very much relate to her feeling of misery. How true it is today. We have become so busy with ourselves that we just do not appreciate the small beautiful things in life. We simply choose to ignore it, just like the air we breathe. we just take it for granted.
Though it is an indispensable part of our lives...
I certainly enjoy it... I don't mind making myself small...

Do you?

WHAT IF?

2008-09-28T14:53:00.003+05:30

What if there was no language,
would we still complaint?

What if there was no pain,
would we claim to be in love?

What if there was no sadness,
would we ever be happy again?

What if there was no education,
would be still see any right or wrong?

What if there was no loss,
would we have anything to gain?

What if there was no distance,
Would we have be close so as to say?

What if there was no insanity,
would we still be called sane?

What if there was no ugliness,
would we still be crowned beautiful?

What if there was no poverty,
would riches still rule any lane?

What if there was no border,
would we still engage in war?

What if there was no color,
would we still discriminate?

What if there was no land,
would we feel like walking?

What if there was no sky,
would we ever wish we could fly?

What if there was no light,
would we be afraid of darkness?

What if there was no god,
would we be atheists?

What if there was no tomorrow,
would we still take our today for granted?

What if there was no mistakes,
would we have anything to rectify?

What if there was nothing to take,
would we have anything to give?

What if there was no departure,
would be ever arrive?

WHAT IF?

....

It's not a question,
its a requirement,
consider the alternative.

Interrogation with an Exclaimation!

2008-09-25T21:49:00.003+05:30

Who waits until they're born,
Sacks of dream atop a fetus,
fetuses atop the sacks of dreams-
do you raise an eyebrow?

-Vijaya Dabbe

Eccentric Enslavement

2008-09-25T21:15:00.003+05:30

People get addicted to

Firewater,
People get addicted to
Grit,
People get addicted to
Notes,   
People get addicted to
Notables,
People get addicted to
Chocolates,
People get addicted to
People,
And the stuff they
are made of,
People get addicted to
happiness,
People get addicted to
Pain,
People get addicted to
all and sundry things..

But me...

I am enslaved...
i am eccentrically enslaved
to a promiscuous SCENT!!!!

Watching The Sounds

2008-09-21T19:36:00.002+05:30

Shrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
chitter chatter chitter chatter
crick crick crick
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
kar kar kar kar kar kar kar kar
hehehehehehe

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Sometimes

2008-09-09T12:40:00.003+05:30

Sometimes I wonder
It makes my heart ponder
why is it that when we fall in love,
we lose ourselves to the one we love,
we listen to the non viable inkling inside
and disdain the commonsensical above.

Sometimes I wonder,
it makes my heart ponder,
why does everything seem so beautiful,
why adulation makes our hollow life full,
why we wish eternity could prevail,
over these thoughts I mull.

Sometimes I wonder,
it makes my heart ponder,
why is that love drifts away,
why life becomes dull and days become gray,
why euphoria cease to exist,
and to vapors we fall pray.

Sometimes I Wonder,
it makes my heart ponder,
why we fall in love at all,
why let the blues take our call,
why can't we just budge on with life,
and fabricate each moment into a joyoues brawl.

Sometimes I wonder,
it makes my heart ponder,
inspite of observing its multifarious side-effects,
inexorable is the empathy it effectuates,
we hanker for the demoniac ecstacy,
and rejoice the eternal pathos it infests.