Speed

Speeds are goals meant to be achieved ...
and blockades in the path are just there to impede ...
At all times that we exceed ...
there's somthing that makes sure we receed ...

We fall ... We rise ...
but remember, its just another of those tries,
an attempt to reach new Highs,
to play hide and seek with that element of surprise.

Make sure you never lose the greed ...
that in your heart always takes a lead ...
'cause this life is all about the deed ...
and the the struggle in you will always breed ...
till the moment you are freed of this cycle of speed...

Those Nine Seconds of perpetual Insanity...

Those Nine Seconds of perpetual Insanity...

a burning urge to challenge conformity...
a throttle to rev the engine of ability ...
faint voices in the background, of timidity ...
intermitent thoughts of decisional duality ...
but then a moment of ultimate clarity ...
bringing back the emotional solidarity ...

Those Nine Seconds of perpetual Insanity...

finally the launch into wilderness of the impending calamity ..
the gradually growing understanding of life's triviality ...
preceding the dawn of the world's eternal verity ...

Those Nine Seconds of perpetual Insanity...

the silent landing followed by a return to sanity ...
no feeling, but an immediate loss of all physicality ...
the end of the insane voyage staring at the disfigured face of reality ...

Those Nine Seconds of perpetual Insanity...

Irony

You fly the night skies,
but dream of land the horizon beholds.

I lie on this land forever attached,
but dream to someday fly free in the clouds.

This life is a tale full of irony,
yet we keep our fingers crossed,
waiting,
just waiting to be surprised.

Tomorrow Haunting

Its here, its now, staring me on my face,
i never realized, but it has changed shapes,
the tomorrow i distanced from,
is finally here to haunt.

No warnings, no preparations,
how could it come without anticipation,
surrounding me like smoke,
as if waiting for me to choke.

Where is my sweet dream, that i slept over last night,
and where is my past, that i knew when i was awake last.
and where are you, my comrades in crime,
why cant i find you as i seek out your hand.

Lost, all lost, here i stand,
nothing around can i understand,
the world i knew has moved on,
and i am here to face this alone.

Farewell

It doesn’t happen often,

but for some reason i cried last night.

For that one moment i hated you,

and all the migratory birds i have ever met,

'cause they just fly away, one fine day.

Life goes on, time moves on,

and tomorrow the sun will shine bright as ever,

but this night is long, and dark for sure,

the tides are running high, the winds are blowing strong

windows flutter, the doors bang wild,

and often at night i run to latch 'em up,

to stop the memories from flooding in again.

Dear friend, I wish you to know,

that you leave behind a heavy heart and numb eyes,

and in the corridors of this heart,

will echo your laughter for days to come.

Though i know i'll get over it,

but for a long time i'll miss the fun,

i'll miss the shots, the drunken gossips,

the forever falling dancer, the forever smiling joker.

Dear friend,

i bid you farewell,

i wish you luck,

and lots of love that'll last you the lifetime.

The Children of God

every night as i sleep,
their faces, innocent faces,
they come back to me....
those deep eyes, they stare at me,
and they seem to ask,
who took, took away
my share of sunshine,
who took, took away
my share of smiles....

why is it this way i live,
whose share of misery,
do i bear and cry,
whose share of pain,
do i continue to sustain....

we....we're the children of God, they say,
yet why did he treat us so different....

time...time they say is a healer,
but their wounds they are getting deeper....
tears...the tears have dried up,
and their vision is so blurred....

till when, till when will we sleep,
its time we open our eyes to see,
its time to feel, for once to be real,
its time we give 'em a chance
chance to bask in the sun,
bring 'em back the innocent time,
their share of sunshine,
their share of smiles,
'cause we're all children of God,
and for sure his creation cannot be flawed.

You catch me on the wrong foot

I thought I'd say,
this is end of it all, never do i wish to see you again,
but then you smile, and in your trap i begin to fall again,
i can only see as you cast your magic spell,
the heart melts heart away,
and you catch me on the wrong foot again.

The right time

Should have jumped off the plane that day,
'cause never were we so high ever again,
When i look back, thats my only regret,
'cause otherwise life has been fine,
but then i thought i missed the right time,
to have escaped this earth's gravity,
and to be in that state,
forever in outer space.

The Mad Man

I sit here alone,
surely not lonely though,
besides the placid lake,
that murmurs as its waves flow,
the darkness here,
it takes away my ego,
and the silence around,
inspires me to think.

Its here that i shake off the mask i carry all day long,
its here in the reflection i find my true being,
its here i am at peace,
in complete unison with the other self.

Each night its here i sit,
trying to answer questions of life,
while the world sleeps sound,
i try to find the direction of right.

And though often you'll hear people say,
a mad man sits besides the lake each night,
holding a candle that burns bright,
now you know the truth alright,
its my Self,
that spreads around the incandescent light.

About to be

am the first drop of water
that ushers the rain

am the champagne bottle
waiting years just for that celebration

am the heart beat you skipped
when you were 'bout to be kissed

am the unborn child in the mothers womb
waiting to see the evil ways of the world

am the dark hazy sky
just before the sun reveals it all

am last piece
of the unsolved puzzle

am the moment of creation,
the feeling of anticipation.

The Divine Lady ( version 2)

the moonlight smile that brightens every face,
unknowingly, renders me sleepless for days,

the whiskey sopped eyes, the shy gaze,
time and again they besot me,
leaving behind a romantic haze,

the honey filled voice lacing each word,
flows out in a slow rhythemic pace,
conducting the orchestra as my heart plays.

lady i confess,
in these moments of craze,
i can spend my life writing paeans,
admiring your lovely ways,
and some day you'll look back, divine lady,
is all this connoisseur ever prays.

My divine lady

the moonlight smile that brightens every face,
unknowingly, renders me sleepless for days,

the whiskey sopped eyes, the shy gaze,
time and again they besot me,
leaving behind a romantic haze,

the honey filled voice lacing each word,
flows out in a slow rhythemic pace,
conducting the orchestra as my heart plays.

lady i confess, in these moments of craze,
ever since i have known your lovely ways,
this slave of your divine beauty, always prays,
someday in faraway dreamy place,
together we'll live and spend peaceful days,
watching our children play under the sun's rays.

The last painting...

Paintings on the undulating canvas of time, I often make,
sketched by my flikering imagination,
and colored by visions of love filled times.

Plunges into the ocean of fantasies, I often take,
realizing that beyond this dimension i see,
there lies that dimension i can always create.

One of these days, I wish it were all real,
the dolphins swimming across the horizon,
the heavenly clouds wispering rain songs,
and the ocean water colored in crystal greens,
all for me, and for my love
in whose arms i lay,
in the sands of the golden beach,
gaze for gaze,
breath for breath,
we are one,
like the setting sun mating with passionate waves
under the blanket of the evening sky.

One of these days, I wish it were all real,
no longer then would i fly into star filled night,
and this dream will never break,
as i wish i'll never wake.

Orkuttan Shayari

yaad kaabhi humari tumeh aati nahi...
aur bhool hum kabhi tumeh paate nahi...
daudti bhagti iss zindgani mein..
kabhi purane logon ko bhi yaad kar liya karo..
mail na sahi kabhi kabhi scrap hi maar diya karo!!

To the bekaam people of iGMS

arz hai.....
bekaam aap the,
toh hume bhi bekaam maan baithe,
server start hone waale time ko,
free time maan baithe.
Par ab jab ki the server is up,
I think it is time for us to shut up.
Guzarish hai yeh aapse,
ki ab kaam aap bhi kar le,
apna na sahi thoda igms ka hi udhar kar de.

The fleeting feeling

So close, but so fleeting,
the feeling was deepening,
digging wells deep into the soul,
revealing to me my innermost self.
Soaked in joy, of the sweetest music,
i let it dig;
deeper and deeper it went along,
and revealed to me all,
the most intimate chords of life.
Until the one time, when,
through holes left unfilled in the concious,
it flowed out to another land, another soul,
leaving behind empty grounds,
naked chords, strummed around by the devilish winds,
all a cacaphony, all companied by unbound pain,
and so deep had it gone, there was no espace,
the graves had been dug, by the winds of time,
and the only escape was peace,
and so i went to sleep in deeps of my own.

daastan, kal raat ke khwaab ki

Dastak di hawaaon ne humare darwaaje pe,
par hum be akal usse paigaam samajh baithe unka,
daude chal diye hum unke nishaan dhoonte dhoonte,
bekhabar raste pade kankad aur kaanton ke,
haanfte haanfte pahunche toh dekha,
woh toh mere khaabon ki duniyaa ke paar jaa chuki thi,
nadi wahi thi, par woh maahi kissi aur ko bannaa chuki thi.

I wish to fly

I wish to fly in the open sky,
to be a spirit floating unbound.
I wish to bask in sun's glory,
to create my own sweet little story.

I wish to fly to meet my lady love,
who peeks at nights from behind the smokey clouds.
I wish to be like the winds of the North,
which flow directinless and yet
no one dares asks them"where do you head for".

Life after death

The beauty of the orgasm,
of the ecstacy lies in the feeling of waitlessness,
in the mystery of the world between the real and the unreal,
between the concious and the unconcious.

When the world no longer makes sense,
life or death makes no difference
'cause the concious have given up and the unconcious is takin over.
It is at this point, standing on the edge,
the edge of a tall unknown building...
a momentary lapse of reason....and death.

But then the person dying knows not,
if he's dead or alive.

Many such deaths have come and gone by
and life look more beautiful the next day.
The sun still rises, but i see it in a newer glory.
The birds i never heard, sing a symphony just for me.
People around me suddenly start glowing,
i see them not as the physical but as a bundle of ever flowing thoughts.

So then i realize that u can view ur life in 2 ways...
either live ur life as the life after u are dead....
or live it as the life after u escaped death....

And u'll realize that death, as we percieve it doesn't exist.

A moment of pause

Deep breath....
a moment of pause

any last thoughts
your only chance boy,
so speak.

It was like falling from the heavens
to the depths of the oceans

a neverending fear of the impending
a unfinished moment in time
an incomprehensibility,
No pain can be greater than this pain I experience
No orgasm can bring a greater joy

I felt time, fastest and the slowest at the same instant
and then time stopped
Silence was the only noise i could hear
And then it too was gone.

I left behind the thought,
my mind no longer experienced the outside
It created a new unconflicting world of its own.
And in that world i foated around like a free bird
unaware unconcerned

Peaceful
Supreme.

Strange thoughts

Strange are the thoughts, they at times make no sense.....
they come and go at their own good wish...leaving behind trails-memories, philosophers and mad men.

Dreams are no less strange....most make no sense the very next moment.

In one such dream
I watched Spain go up in flames,
I saw the spanish cry for rains,
I watched all beauty meet the destined end..
and then came a gust of air to take me to another world faraway...

I met Kant on my walk that evening,
and i saw the image of Julie floating in the air.

I saw a bird clipped of its wings
Crying in memory of the lost past,
and then it was smiling...
having discovered the joy of philosophy.

I travelled the world,
I travelled in space and time
But then I always found myself facing
the same old window of my house
at the end of time.

River of Life

The more i live,
the more i distance myself from my own soul....

The river is still flowing
but now it flows on a straighter course.
It's left behind its meandering ways,
the beautiful time of it's nascent days.

The time when it never could understand
the purpose of the boulders,
blocking its path and making it explore newer lands.

Older now,
its finding the answers
and it misses the boulders
who has have left an impression on it's shapeless soul.

But what it fears is not the present
but the future that approaches it slowly but surely.

Soon it will merge with conscience of the ocean,
and therefore it wonders
'did I really live this life
or shall I die without a trace.

Was I just a moment in time,
or was I that shapeless soul of my imagination
or was i nothing just a physical being
without a purpose or need to be?'