J.I.L.L.

Still simmering underneath, a craving.

Hear me out, I plead.

Reminiscing of times bygone.

Everlasting memories soak my head.

You think it is over.

An eternity I leave.

Arrghhh...

He He Ha Ha He Ha Hee Hee !!

Shut up, you bitch!!

Blip!!

Nolan checks out Ghajini, turns to aamir...

(hisses)

" arrre youuu SERIOUS?? "

*Bursts a pumpkin on his Head*

Histrionica

A room, pitch dark
Silence, deafening.
Stand there, elevated.
Feel the moment.
Are you a part yet?

A crowded lane, sun belting down,
Noise, deafening.
Take the centre, elevated.
Eyes closed, arms raised.
Are you a part, yet?

Set, capture, the essence
Get involved, manipulate,
In a manner, polished or raw; untamed.
Are you a part? Yet...

Celebrate, pure excellence.
For it is not a part of our life,
it is...
our life...

Puch Puch Phoo!!

A room, a blend of brightest possible reds and yellows.

A bed, in centre, soft and fluffy, cushions all over.

A wall, full of classics, posters.

Another, for graffiti, insane, untamed.

A few racks, hell lot of music and movies and books.

A corner, a bean bag, lamp on top.

---

A house, I always dream of.

A home, only you can turn it into.

Hall Of Shame II

Robert Frost says....

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 

but I have promises to keep, 

and miles to go before I sleep, 

and miles to go before I sleep.

I say, 

His shit is smelly, dark and deep,

but I have 75 percent attendence to keep, 

and miles to go before i reach, 

and miles to go before I reach. 

...

The point here is not to let people understand but to make them want to understand...

Funky Junkie....

Speak Up, Speak Out;

Stand up, Stand out...

Copyright @ 2008

...

Am back to being the joker.

Just that this time, for them, I am the joker...

Silence Speaks...

-Silence

Hall Of Shame

We don't need no stinking bedroom,
We don't need no Potter soul.
No potti shotti in the bathroom,
Mogli, leave us kids alone
(Hey MOGLII!! Leave us kids alone)
All in all you're just another poop on the wall;
All in all you're just another poop on the wall.

...

My mind has a mind of its own....

....

Innumerable people, opinions galore
not even a hint of credibility...

another tin in the bin...

The wall, the place to be…a spectator to

times captured in frames, cracked glass covers,

smiles twitched the wrong way at the ends,

fingers crossed, men double crossed.

Ticking past offers a glimmer of hope,

its face constantly being smothered with chalk,

the one used to write on slates,

but can be dusted off at one’s own whim,

offering the swords the opportunity

to sweep the dust off,

forth and back, forth and back,

of histories of time, of destiny.

There, yet not.

Done, is not.

A little step forward, the path ambiguous,

two steps back, past captured entirely.

Illusions galore, a menacing situation to be,

haunted by things that ought not to be.

...

Why can’t we move beyond our histories?
We always take one little step forward to be forced to take two steps back….

Burp...

Fortune Cookie : You will be the centre of attraction today.

*Reads*

*Smiles*

*Enters client's office*

*Farts*

.

It's all been said and done before.
But somehow it has still not ceased to affect me.

Once a Flame

Slamming intense feeling
My heart pounds through a wall of
Broken glass.
Shattered words stutter out
Unheard, unheard, unheard.
Unheard
By the only one I know with ears.

Brick by brick
My paved road falls out
From under my feet
Leaving me suspended

I hear echoes of your name
Spoken by different voices
Penetrating through the dark
Through my mind

A million mazes lead me through
Scene after scene
Of blurred faces and muffled tones.

My skin feels your touch-
And his, and hers and theirs.

And ours

I am led through a burning flame
of smokeless fire.

I close my eyes and open up my heart

To you.

I am just ashes of a forgotten existence
Burned away

A lingering feeling of warmth…

Quitters Inc...

Smoke?

Nah!! I have decided to quit.

Huh?

Yes, I have.

*takes a long drag* Why are you doing this?

Uh, I never liked it anyway.

You know what I am talking about.

I do?

Will you stop acting smart, Reg?

I will.

Huh? Oh c’mon…Stop.

I said I will.

*gets off the bed and walks off, slamming the door behind him*

......

*Sits on the bed with his back against the wall, staring at the ceiling*

You had some plans?

Not really.

Then what brings you here?

I am not sure.

You just like torturing yourself.

It does give me a weird sort of a high.

Err? You must be fucking crazy.

I am feeling kind of dizzy.

Reg… *places his hand on his shoulder*

I Think I should lie down… Ah! Feels nice. They must have had fun.

Huh?

It is such a….

Oh! Don’t start that shit again.

*flips around, lying on his chest* I can smell it.

You are disgusting.

I walked in on them that day.

I know. She told me.

Can you fetch me a beer?

No. I don’t wanna be a part of your sickening world.

I just asked for a beer.

I can see where things are heading.

And again. You can?

You gotta get over it, dude. It’s high time you did.

Really?

Whatever… go fuck yourself up. I don’t give a damn anymore.

*gets up from the bed, grabs a can of beer from the fridge and rushes off to the terrace*

.

He was too short for the wall, too weak to climb over it.
rigorous blows with a sharpened hammer, craving for a hint of a peep.
perseverance did fill up for the inherent inability.
....
ignorance was suffocating, knowledge even more.

..

She wrote off her debt casually...pretty casually...

songs...

5 current favorites:

1. Deep - by Binoculars
2. Big Hard Sun - by Eddie Vedder
3. Fear of the South - by Tin Hat Trio (music piece)
4. Collide - by Howie Day
5. Out of my League - Stephen Speaks

'D' School

Back then, being schooled,

I enthusiastically hogged on letters,

Rolled them into words with my tongue,

Swallowed them so as to form sentences while tripping down my throat,

Till they finally settled down and got digested in my stomach.

This, to me they said was growing up.

Now that they say is done,

Am braving indigestion, burping out sentences,

Trying to bite them into words again, chew them back in.

So much for trying, I am only puking out letters, not just the ones I had,

Throwing out much more than what I thought I ever could all these years.

This, to them I say is growing up.

Flapping hard...

#

The wall is sucking on my head,

the worms feeding on my eyes,

my ears are flapping with desperation,

my tongue licking on disguise…

my nose is a mere witness…

to the most heinous of crimes…

#

Red, blood!!?! Flows across my eyes…

Significant, is it!!?! Maybe…

Imperative for my existence….

Red, blood!!?! Dripping from my nose,

No puddle; isn’t there!!?! Maybe not…

An infestation of my mind…

My veins, green…

Deceased, my body?

Drained, my mind?

.

He feeds on my miseries, is barely ever starved...

Closure

Pierce me with a sword,
Roll it inside me.
Let it be.

Now, another one.
Just above the first one.
Pull it out, in again.

Pull them out.
Now,Take three of them,
Rip me apart,
Stab me brutally.

Thanks. Because for me, its closure.

songs...

5 current favorites:

1. Sunscreen song: Baz Luhrman
2. Tear drops on my guitar: Taylor Swift
3. Scotty Doesn't know: Lustra (warning- explicit lyrics)
4. It'll all work out: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
5. Build me up buttercup: The Foundations

.

searching for the perfect ending?!??
hah!!
an ending is an ending after all...

..

am trying too hard for too many things...i should not...but i can not, not...
turning back has never ever been this difficult...

there she goes...

Do I haunt your dreams?
Hear me laugh and sing?
Does it fade away, into
a memory and a whisper?

Look, and you may see
an amorphous shadow of me.
blurring into the darkness
that you have chosen to be.

Think and you may recall
a memory and a whisper.
Listen and you may hear
a pledge
to wipe away each of your tear,
your baseless fear.

Make this love real.
Open up your heart,
I know you are skeptical
About a brand new start.

Tell me what you feel
sketch a bit of your life chart.

For tonight I know,
under the moonlit glow,
everything to me, is plainly
a memory and a whisper.
of you and me.

Listen and you will hear,
Think and recall the memory.
Do i haunt your dreams?
Do i haunt your life?
With a memory and a whisper...

...

Failed miserably!!

Fart!!

Claustrophobic?
Oh! You mean afraid of Santa?
No, am not...

hmm...

Pluck the eyes out of his head,
His vision is being ruined…

hmm...

The dent in the rod is of the head I hit the rod with…

grrr....woof woof!!

I growled with fervor,
as a car buzzed by,
Insignificant as ever,
a mere spectator was I.

I sprang up in the air,
making my intentions clear,
I barked out loud,
Alas! No one to hear.

She tugged at my leash,
made me realize;
I was owned,
not worth a cent were my cries.

Destined to be with her,
throughout my life,
or dumped away ruthlessly,
in a state of strife...


PS- woof woof!!