Let the music play

killing Me softly

Through the murky corridor,

brushing aside the webs,

he totters along; injured.

The pain, blood oozing out.

The scars, darkened, neglected,

screaming for attention;

skin, peeling off.

The journey begins again.

A knife, broken, blunt at the edge,

held tightly in his hand.

Intent,  a score to settle.

Pressing it deeper, an inch a time.

Slower the penetration,

a prospect to experience;

thicker the stream of blood,

faster, it is over.   

-

He does not feel alive till he kills himself...slowly...each day...  

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…