Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Unkempt hair, braided locks....

Twilight has peaked as the wraps are packed,
Ready to travel with baggage to be dropped;
Empty heads and heavy souls carry crying hearts; popcorn anyone?
Await the call while dreading the voice; I’d like mine with a cone;

A zeppelin o’ lead wrote misty mountain top and a medley to adore,
Green bottoms on blue tops around loopy bananas; are we really that sore?
Wet clothes, drenched bodies out glows a warm silence
Listen carefully for the death like mist, music to thy aching eyes;

There in the bottom of a ravine, a rainbow of man’s unholiness
I search for a better me though reveling in it's murkiness;
The Trojans held their heads high only to be let down by a wooden horse
Irony, the black and the white of this play, wonder if god’s got it any worse;

If I could fall and not gasp for air, play my role and not be a farce,
Everythings free, and yet we dance to the tunes of green paper with a dead face;
Masks are the condoms today, not a deterrent but a disguise for the devil within,
A destination is earmarked, a path graveled, not for a walk or a sojourn but to tar I reckon;

Just like her I too shall be gone, A thousand questions to the shadows of the morn’
Unanswered forever, like wrinkles at 70 while the threads are sewn.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Desire...

Look at the song of my time,
It’s worth at least a mighty dime.
Trying harder than a fusion sound of the uneven,
I look out from the frosty window for a new haven.

Oooh the bitter cold, roaring against the new and old.
The strokes of rays have been chiseled to flakes of snow.
Sleeping through my hibernation, I yearn for a new glow.
A Hungry soul I am, too much to eat, nothing to chew.

I lease my life everyday to a buyer unknown.
A step ahead than two behind I yearn, but fear holds my name.
I take a peek that turns into a fatal stare, much too bold.
It’s just a boon too dear to let go, a gift which is really an endless hole.

These desires have a name, but they’ve forgotten their song.
They hum a tune that has dried our lives, a sonnet that is long gone.
Licking my lips I play the bagpipes of betrayal with my merry men,
Unaware of the wrath I invite upon us; I dance alone, without a shadow.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

The Dark Side of the Moon .. from my side!!!

The eyes stare into my face with a starry look.
Look beyond the stars in your eyes.
The noise in the jungles gives me a spooky look.
Look into the jungles that cease to exist.

The night with all its might is more surreal than darkness.
Darkness was the first one to see the color of the night.
The lights of time illuminate from the forests.
Forests need light; it does not come from fire.

The moonlight is just an imagination of the mind.
Mind is the soul of imagination, and its only enemy.
The sight of your world is a glimpse of my work.
Work in the world or elsewhere, the sight of a visual is magic.

The scent of a smile is a twinkle in the eye.
Eye his fate and my destiny but don’t stare.
The look of the sky is a humble high.
High I want to fly, but the higher I go, the smaller I feel.

The thirst for vengeance closes our already muddled mind.
Mind your business, it keeps you alert.
We are in an orbit of amusement and confusion, much to our ignorance.
Ignorance; it’s the price we pay for knowing too much.

The laugh of life is more than you and I.
I need to laugh as much as I need to envy.
The reason for unbound feelings is the birth of music.
Music and hope are the only wheels of a dreamer’s car.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Things i dont get.... Vol. I

I have tried and i have simply failed to understand certain things....

* Various titles that a simple room where u merely defecate and carry out body modifications that are simply too embarassing to be done outside..loo, bog, john, toilet, lavatory, bathroom, washrooom et al ... man o man.. people MUST love this place...

* The most sought after things in this world are actually available for free and yet you can become a millionaire on givin out baseless advice which even my pet dog(if i had one that is) could give...

* how the waif-like image came about to be termed as attractive.. what am i missing here??.. i'd be afraid to makeout with one of these "models" for the simple innocent fear of breaking her in half...

*why products like 'Fair and Lovely' even exist...(i'm not even gonna get into "Fair and Handsome").... "*$!!@#"! .. doesn't this amount to racial discrimination rather than the Shilpa Shetty fiasco in England?!?!?

* Why a decent bloke like I can''t get the attention of Soha Ali Khan... mind boggling..?? I KNOW!!!!

not exactly, the actual purpose of starting this blog. But for crying out loud.. just couldn' take it...

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Insomnia

(welcome New year…. Not like I had much a chance... but lets jus hope it isn’t as taxing as the last….)

Don’ come here a knockin',
the heart desires what it cant be havin';

Joy in a broken home;
Peace to a caged animal;
hope in a nightmare;
Love to a corpse...

Misread the entire gist,
spun the yarn to a heady twist,
We all died, not in a noose or a mire
but 'round the bonfire;

jack saw the face,
helen dropped her gaze,
alas!! flo had to lose the race....

Hell cries without a tear,
the baby jumps without a fear,
this must be the play they yell,
just as the curtain fell.....

...mudi.

Sunday, February 4, 2007

I know..

In a new sun I look for the rising dawn.
It never disappoints, it just misses my lawn.
The drums play endlessly in my ear,
I can’t listen, as much as I try to hear.
I know my path is clear, without any fear.

In my thoughts I’m lost, a lonely soul,
But its not the end of the rabbit hole.
I see my hazed reflection in a cup of espresso,
My naked mind is blinder than a baby’s eye, why so?
I know today is a pain, in my journey train.

A drifting mind is the doing of a breeze.
It blows some more sand in my face, with ease.
A scream is what I desire, much to their ire.
Look up to the sky, to throw a stone, am I the liar?
I know your pouring rain, is the home to my gain.

My destiny holds a key to some lock,
Its me he says, knock knock knock.
My era will be the dawn of my fate.
I will open the gate, maybe a lil late.
I know its only me, coz for any alonso there’s always a Schumi.