Sunday, June 29, 2008

conversation

i dunno am sort of depressed today
need for a simulating conversation is what I feel
or perhaps a quiet company
transitions are always tricky
they have their way of eating into you
nothing is decided, dunno where one is headed
but then the irony is that life it self is transitional in nature
sometimes I think I obsess too much about life
about birth, death and the goriness of existence in between
why don't other people do it
I see people blissfully unaware of all this
living life, planning for eons, for generations to come
people caught up is stupid trivialities of small issues
like what did the neighbor say, how did the relatives behave
trying to read between lines for each and everything
trying very hard to find meaning in a meaningless world
and they don't even know that they exist
they take that for granted
there is no effort to experience life
and then there are some, who are absolutely driven to succeed
what do they gain
I fail to understand this breed
running after money, though money is awesome to have
but still running madly in a race to make money
studying hard for exams
aiming for jobs

the more I try not to be part of this rat race
the more I get sucked in
I am learning to accept it, and not get upset over the fact that I seem to be losing out on some cheese, as I refuse to run like a hamster in a cage
sometimes I get upset and as soon as I realize what I am getting upset over I forgive myself :-) and move on
what a shit hole
how can anyone be happy
I wish I was like them, sometimes
but most of the times I wish they were all like me :-D

Friday, June 20, 2008

Slog Slog Slog...
and you know what, I am loving it...... :-)

Saturday, June 14, 2008

pleasurably sinful

The poison of thoughts drinks me again
the wrath of individuality eats me up
smiles my heart though at all this
for I know am alive for sure
feel bliss each moment as it passes
relish each fragrance of passing season
joyful is each escapade I undertake
pleasurably sinful is life of mine

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

farewell o kid, for you are grown up now
no longer the carefree one,
no fight and make up anymore
innocence and faith will kill you here
learn malice and a crude tongue
utopia is a dream, let it be one
disturbia is the norm, embrace it now
love doesn't last, human spirit is a myth
what loss do you feel
what gain did you see
lost souls meet at a transit point
chaos rules and engulfs all
nothing you do would stop the change

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Hope

dark is the shadow that fell
dark is the alley in which the shot rang
deep is the abyss in which he fell
no echo to be heard of his scream
no reverberations from the hard fall
no body suits, no white chalk marks
his face seems of ivory in moonlight
his blood soaked body, ebony
dead as one could be in death
he still longs for the sight to behold
dead as one is in death
he still hopes for the pair of hands
to wash him up
the pair of eyes to cry over him
dead as one is in death
he longs to be mourned
his head pressed against the bosom
and the arms to lay him to rest

Sunday, June 1, 2008

streak of silver

Another evening with hues of red
merging into blue, blue morphing into grey,
Grey turning black marred with tiny specks of silver
I sit and watch this metamorphosis
my eyes lusting for a streak of silver
a falling star
want to wish my fortune on it
they say these wishes come true
a speck of dust, rushing to meet a mass of dirt
burnt before it can reach its destiny
a bright end to a splendid rush