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Friday, May 04, 2007

meaning....i Write

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...

Fashion Quotient, eh?

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.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

what i write?

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!

we 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...

cant, but 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...

Thursday, April 19, 2007

when.........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….

Friday, April 06, 2007

silent apology

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....

Thursday, April 05, 2007

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..

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Public Interaction

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......

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

locker-room!

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....

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Road Called Life

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!!