astute perceptions

Of all the gracefull maidens that magic made of all the beautiful imagery that this land has worn of all the intoxicating glasses of wine flowing of the added fact that i was born, of all the curved lanes that life's shown of all the strange people that i've known of all the others who've been so nice of all the people who call earth, their abode what do i conclude, i think, sometimes is it simple, it is complex, terninal, benign is it just about money, fame and luck or does it relay on joy, space and time? what happens when i give up, do i die right then for a minute, till the time i pick up my pen, isolate, gather, collect, fight all for meaning, i write....iwrite...

after a looooooooooong rush through designer jeans, tees, shirts n boots that i relalise now, did little else then stroke my ego and my self, and as this very dawn dawned i chose to clear my head, gave away my clothes, oldest comfy jeans, white linen shirt and shoes two old tees, one black business suit, black shoes, leather, and comfy loafers i wear no need, no desire, no zeal anywhere, m trendiest to myself now, then i've ever been, f*** thy fashion, i wear best my skin.

boom phish.. patak bharak ping phusshh aargh. eeek! hmmmm. mmm?? yieppie! Burp! growl hahaha sob sob cough cough achchoo! by jove! grrr.... all these....i write!

new, old subdued, bold bought, sold, mud or gold, for some, a step for some, a leap but none too steep 'coz..we write...

time heals all wounds they say, but do broken hearts ever mend? as much as we hope they do and as much as we pretend; once when i was in love deep time's gift i didnt realise to keep the rosey days and fragrant nights filled with intoxication of deligh, her hand to hold, her smell, her smile kept me awake, fullfilled, senile, her love, her kiss, her warm embrace the time, the days, the crazy haze when it ended, it left me broken, numb, i played along, playing dumb, while i believed i'd be fine in some time, till then, i could only dabble in some rhymes; i wonder when i'll be ready again to love, to kiss, to touch without pain when i'll, again, join the human race admire in a woman, her poise, her grace, tryin' to enliven somthing in me which died how, when, what to do when i've cried what cure, what medicine, what serum you prescribe, in search of which, i write....i write...

When you fail at all else, Unable to face them or self When life seems such a waste No aroma, no flavor, no color no taste, When criticism floods your mind, your space When disappointments start affecting your grace When pressure unleashes its ugly face And clarity of thought exits the race When emotions abound, uncontrolled, unsurpassed When reasons demand no logic no craft Just when you’d burst if you didn’t right then Pull a sheet, and pick up a pen, Then write….

past strongs lasts long heart stone pointed bone protrude protest tear detest unsmile uncry bash deny refresh realise foolish devise ashame angonise silent apologise nor time nor place nor listener nor rage hope grace despite cant speak i write....

random thoughts. watch observe amuse confuse refuse excuse enlight despite sit down i write... refrain respite dont look yet like hold back sunlight lay down i write.. i fly delight make talk polite assure anxite step back i write.. selfish senile admit denied respond ignite douse then write..

a lady confused, lashes out at likes f u; alerting, amusing, tickling, even- can't help but sympathise and long to discribe the pain she endures isn't typically caused by those who r hairy and strong pee standing up not down its the likes of her too and we hurt too but for this we've cried and hence we DONT write......

lonely shoulder empty heart full life empty part empty seat empty car violent river empty raft reasons denied; logic deprived; memories burn- and so i write....

Feeling lost, haven’t yet found Hw to fly in the sky with my feet on the ground Hw to achieve every goal without making a sound Till my name’s a verb, not just a noun. To do, to be, to have, to give To know to use, to dream, to achieve Drive myself, to growth and vision Balance perfectly evolution and tradition Find ways through fog haze and grime Create roads to progress, save every dime Its what I aim to gain, wt I endeavour to derive A name, unpretentious, in the Rockey road called life!!