Drivin’ too fast,
Stuck in the middle.
Jumpin' the jump,
Flocking the sheep...
My world is yours,
Is that a hole in our boat?
45-inch Telly's,
2-minute Quickies....
Life is a flash,
Come and get some...
Moondance Parties,
Is God alone?
Morning sunshine,
Au voir my love...
Dream thy dream,
Jus don’t be late...
*if they ever took away our pens, Man would we be in deep shit....
Monday, March 26, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Rode a storm...
This is my lil tribute to "like a rolling Stone"..since i love this song and feel a very strong connection to it, i decided to pay my small tribute by writing a lil something to appreciate the song and the closeness that i feel for it..here goes..
Once you rode a storm and then went along.
You kept swayin’ until the shore was there; no long.
The search for a life of swing was far and beyon’,
But you had to get there to keep the journey goin’ on.
A loner you’re not, but you walk alone, lika journey man in a song.
Let’s just hope all this doesn’t take too long.
By the pond you sit, waiting for the circle to become round.
Be it a dark cloud or just the nights, by none were you bound.
A quick leap, a quicker dash and back on the run,
Its time to dwell on the streets, where began all the fun.
Along the roads of leaves and twigs, you trip a small fall,
It was time to wake up from the dream to see it all.
Met the fancy yesterday, today they don’t have much time.
You had bought it all once, but now is all about a dime.
As you live to stay alive, a day has sped by in an hour.
We laughed as the lake became a mere drop, don be sour.
Now you have fled away to the land of the unknown.
All you carry is a bag of thought and nothing much known.
The rhapsody of a smile is your find and only gain.
Keep it up for that’s the way you shoot the pain in this rain.
Once you rode a storm and then went along.
You kept swayin’ until the shore was there; no long.
The search for a life of swing was far and beyon’,
But you had to get there to keep the journey goin’ on.
A loner you’re not, but you walk alone, lika journey man in a song.
Let’s just hope all this doesn’t take too long.
By the pond you sit, waiting for the circle to become round.
Be it a dark cloud or just the nights, by none were you bound.
A quick leap, a quicker dash and back on the run,
Its time to dwell on the streets, where began all the fun.
Along the roads of leaves and twigs, you trip a small fall,
It was time to wake up from the dream to see it all.
Met the fancy yesterday, today they don’t have much time.
You had bought it all once, but now is all about a dime.
As you live to stay alive, a day has sped by in an hour.
We laughed as the lake became a mere drop, don be sour.
Now you have fled away to the land of the unknown.
All you carry is a bag of thought and nothing much known.
The rhapsody of a smile is your find and only gain.
Keep it up for that’s the way you shoot the pain in this rain.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
In the Dog House....
As we dwelve into the musings of our oh so muddled minds, i would like to muse on man's best friend or best enemy as the plot seems to head towards.... Dogs; love them or hate them ( i can't seem to make up mind, so i'll let the jury get back to me on that) are very much the urban myth of our poised India and unfortunately for all the wrong reasons.
Now if we just focus a lil more in depth on our 'friendly' k-9's, they don't seem to be too different from another social species close to my heart--Homo sapiens (for reasons more than the unknown). They are a very social species as we are, they are territorial as much as we are (just ask the world leaders), They nurture their young as much as we like to think we do, they have their ethics (you dont see two male/female dogs going at it do you now, not that homo-sexuality is wrong :P), They defend themselves as they seem fit and most importantly they go loopy just like us.
So, this recent outburst by our VERY great leaders(i'm talking bout humans now :) ), stinks just that tiny bit of hypocricy, for again like us we have the good dogs, the largely indifferent lot (content on smelling each others behind) and the 'ugly' bunch which has resorted in some untimely deaths of our kind. The reaction of "kill 'em all" which apart from sharing a common name with a hugely succesful heavy metal album has very little logic to it. We have people killing people by the truck loads and they are given "justice" as all men/women are conceived innocent till proven guilty and without getting too much in detail, i notice the stench of hypocricy again.... Getting back to the original point, what do we do with our once best friends now worst enemies...do we castrate them..(!!!) or do we just eradicate them or do we set up Courts for 'em and present them with advocates.. surely there must be a solution....
While I ponder, i figure i shall go watch some more of Lassie and wonder if i would have received luxury beyond my meagre means if i was a pooch to Ms Hilton instead...
Now if we just focus a lil more in depth on our 'friendly' k-9's, they don't seem to be too different from another social species close to my heart--Homo sapiens (for reasons more than the unknown). They are a very social species as we are, they are territorial as much as we are (just ask the world leaders), They nurture their young as much as we like to think we do, they have their ethics (you dont see two male/female dogs going at it do you now, not that homo-sexuality is wrong :P), They defend themselves as they seem fit and most importantly they go loopy just like us.
So, this recent outburst by our VERY great leaders(i'm talking bout humans now :) ), stinks just that tiny bit of hypocricy, for again like us we have the good dogs, the largely indifferent lot (content on smelling each others behind) and the 'ugly' bunch which has resorted in some untimely deaths of our kind. The reaction of "kill 'em all" which apart from sharing a common name with a hugely succesful heavy metal album has very little logic to it. We have people killing people by the truck loads and they are given "justice" as all men/women are conceived innocent till proven guilty and without getting too much in detail, i notice the stench of hypocricy again.... Getting back to the original point, what do we do with our once best friends now worst enemies...do we castrate them..(!!!) or do we just eradicate them or do we set up Courts for 'em and present them with advocates.. surely there must be a solution....
While I ponder, i figure i shall go watch some more of Lassie and wonder if i would have received luxury beyond my meagre means if i was a pooch to Ms Hilton instead...
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Destination Anywhere (with all due apologies to a certain Jon Bon Jovi)
This seemed apt right now despite the fact that it came into existence much earlier, as I seem to be in a similar sorta trip... I don't really know where we're headed and in all likelihood it may not come full circle which is a shame. 'Tis time to pack our bags and catch the next bus for I don't think i'll be coming home to the furniture of my life....
Open your sight and follow the white rabbit,
A journey not as arduous as of the hobbit.
Come my sweetness; let’s reach for that star,
But first a laugh at our whiskey bar.
I lost my way; you turned your head,
They ‘clicked’, we hurt and they ‘clacked’.
We went our paths to wonders, depths and moments galore
Wasn’t much but it missed the spark as decreed by folklore.
The monsoons came, smelling of that sweet musk, Ah nostalgia!!
Washed away the old and invited promise of a new criteria.
Cocoons came and butterflies went…
Memories dwindled but the need did not relent…
The sun is now out and I notice the door’s ajar,
I look around but my crew is quite afar
Should I beckon them for one final hurrah?
Probably not, never was our mantra…
In the twilight; a hop, skip and jump away, I spot a face
A face I hold dear, one so vague reminiscent of outer space.
It’s not mine, never was to begin with,
Just another illusion like life over death.
I will walk thy road and hope to link arms with them not long from now,
but if moss were to fog our vision and deny us our final bow;
I hope v go out with a bang rather than a meek little meow.
Open your sight and follow the white rabbit,
A journey not as arduous as of the hobbit.
Come my sweetness; let’s reach for that star,
But first a laugh at our whiskey bar.
I lost my way; you turned your head,
They ‘clicked’, we hurt and they ‘clacked’.
We went our paths to wonders, depths and moments galore
Wasn’t much but it missed the spark as decreed by folklore.
The monsoons came, smelling of that sweet musk, Ah nostalgia!!
Washed away the old and invited promise of a new criteria.
Cocoons came and butterflies went…
Memories dwindled but the need did not relent…
The sun is now out and I notice the door’s ajar,
I look around but my crew is quite afar
Should I beckon them for one final hurrah?
Probably not, never was our mantra…
In the twilight; a hop, skip and jump away, I spot a face
A face I hold dear, one so vague reminiscent of outer space.
It’s not mine, never was to begin with,
Just another illusion like life over death.
I will walk thy road and hope to link arms with them not long from now,
but if moss were to fog our vision and deny us our final bow;
I hope v go out with a bang rather than a meek little meow.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Not the end...
You paint my world with colors so bright,
Yet I think this place is not right, oh don’t fight.
I laugh as you worry about love again,
But knowing you my friend, you’ll loose some only to gain.
Let’s leave this home for a place of crystal water,
Ride a storm and row a boat or just sing a song at the alter.
The ships of time will sail always, to a river, I can’t see.
But let’s sway today; coz tomorrow might be the busy bee.
Nodding my head to agree with my folly, I look back with a smile,
How we strolled by the trees, felt the breeze as we walked a mile.
You tripped me, but I know who would not let me take the fall.
Now you need me and I’m not a hill, we have met at a high, that’s all.
The days of glory we celebrate, with a toast not for the mere,
Some left, some fell prey, as the others felt the fear.
But we keep at it with disguise, wise and the crafty lies,
For, every tomorrow is to cherish, and to wait till the moment never dies.
Yet I think this place is not right, oh don’t fight.
I laugh as you worry about love again,
But knowing you my friend, you’ll loose some only to gain.
Let’s leave this home for a place of crystal water,
Ride a storm and row a boat or just sing a song at the alter.
The ships of time will sail always, to a river, I can’t see.
But let’s sway today; coz tomorrow might be the busy bee.
Nodding my head to agree with my folly, I look back with a smile,
How we strolled by the trees, felt the breeze as we walked a mile.
You tripped me, but I know who would not let me take the fall.
Now you need me and I’m not a hill, we have met at a high, that’s all.
The days of glory we celebrate, with a toast not for the mere,
Some left, some fell prey, as the others felt the fear.
But we keep at it with disguise, wise and the crafty lies,
For, every tomorrow is to cherish, and to wait till the moment never dies.
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