Can't fit into "sane",
"sanity" being a constricted space,
Not insane, but fail to hide,
as they fail to see my inner vibe.
how long will this continue?
i pass through a tunnel-lights toO dim,
barren hopes die...
but i still look for him.
LONG TIME back,
when i was through,
eyes closed in hope
to see the unseen,
Alas! when it showed, i clung to the seen...
What a pity!
Beloved died when I was four
i never feel my love's no more...
but, if I go mad,
who'd be my cure?
is "love" the right word?
though use it i must!
knowing not any other...
But i also love flowers,showers, pretty girls and my mother...
but no one knows
nor understands
what it "is" between the beloved and me-
my heart burns, desperately yearns
to sit at his feet and just let it be...
Never have my eyes seen
nor have my ears ever heard
such "beauty",
and i can't "love" anyone
i LOVE my beloved
He occupies my head, and my heart
marks my end and my start
aha!!
they say he died when i was four,
but without him i'd be no more
for i see nothing, nothing so pure,
now what will make me cry?
On his lap I could blissfully die!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
LAW COLLEGE RHYME.
Battered, shattered, ruptured, “grin”
Only, thing that, matters, “sin”
Nutty, Smutty, scummy, “unclean”
Only, thing that, matters, “skin”
Shitty, gritty, full of “dust”
Only thing that matters, “lust”
Tony, Johny, Rohnie “must”
What matters, who does it “first”
Politics, date-fix, power speaks
Young boys, hot girls- hunks and chicks
Break-ups, patch-ups-a couple of weeks
What matters, who wakes, who sleeps.
She’s sultry and that one’s “cute”
Come let’s screw her attitude,
Speak up boy don’t be so mute
Or at least just play a “snoot”!
Glass, grass; a screwed-up “class”
What truly matters comes “last”
Rayban, Reebok, Addidas
Get-up guys, gotta have a “blast”
punk, hard-rock; pop- hip-hop
Some more fags from the nearby shop
Bloodshot eyes, but, hearts won’t stop
Hoo..ha..haa..haa...O’ shut up!!!
Projects, snap-tests, mid-term-n-term,
Paste-up, mug-up; gotta get top firm!
Tell yourself to sign a pact
Sell your “self” be an intellect.
Good grades come with good “price tags”
“Jacks” are gonna be judged by “cracks”.
Each shot offers three “retakes”
You can do it, just relax!!
Pedagogues come, harping on “law”
Cattle chewing on gobbled-up straw
Sit and wonder who’s at flaw?
Then, doze off; be an outlaw!
Greet everyone; wear a smile,
Phoniness a patent style,
Hide yourself, behind the guile,
See it works, one can go miles...
As and when, an axe to grind,
To all rights and wrongs turn blind!
Screw all scruples, they confuse,
If you can’t win, they must loose!
Like it or not, it’s a race,
What matters, who quits who stays.
If you, like it, why, make a fuss?
Just do, what, everyone does!
No voice, no whys, truths or lies,
What all think- “virtue or vice”.
“All IS WELL” for a paltry price,
What matters is, “WHO SURVIVES!”
Only, thing that, matters, “sin”
Nutty, Smutty, scummy, “unclean”
Only, thing that, matters, “skin”
Shitty, gritty, full of “dust”
Only thing that matters, “lust”
Tony, Johny, Rohnie “must”
What matters, who does it “first”
Politics, date-fix, power speaks
Young boys, hot girls- hunks and chicks
Break-ups, patch-ups-a couple of weeks
What matters, who wakes, who sleeps.
She’s sultry and that one’s “cute”
Come let’s screw her attitude,
Speak up boy don’t be so mute
Or at least just play a “snoot”!
Glass, grass; a screwed-up “class”
What truly matters comes “last”
Rayban, Reebok, Addidas
Get-up guys, gotta have a “blast”
punk, hard-rock; pop- hip-hop
Some more fags from the nearby shop
Bloodshot eyes, but, hearts won’t stop
Hoo..ha..haa..haa...O’ shut up!!!
Projects, snap-tests, mid-term-n-term,
Paste-up, mug-up; gotta get top firm!
Tell yourself to sign a pact
Sell your “self” be an intellect.
Good grades come with good “price tags”
“Jacks” are gonna be judged by “cracks”.
Each shot offers three “retakes”
You can do it, just relax!!
Pedagogues come, harping on “law”
Cattle chewing on gobbled-up straw
Sit and wonder who’s at flaw?
Then, doze off; be an outlaw!
Greet everyone; wear a smile,
Phoniness a patent style,
Hide yourself, behind the guile,
See it works, one can go miles...
As and when, an axe to grind,
To all rights and wrongs turn blind!
Screw all scruples, they confuse,
If you can’t win, they must loose!
Like it or not, it’s a race,
What matters, who quits who stays.
If you, like it, why, make a fuss?
Just do, what, everyone does!
No voice, no whys, truths or lies,
What all think- “virtue or vice”.
“All IS WELL” for a paltry price,
What matters is, “WHO SURVIVES!”
Thursday, April 1, 2010
LET HIM SLEEP
Where the mind is fogged by smoke, and the head is high on dope,
Where foodgrain's not in store but alcocol galore,
Where world lives under the reign, of the mightiest hegemone,
And individual gives a shit, they must save their own(what? Anybody’s guess)Where whoever triumphs is on the side of truth(satyameva jayate!)
Where a hopeless birdie’s voice is unheard or turned mute,
Where clear stream of liquor flows in place of blood,
And no action is born in absence of sensuous flood,
Where the mind is entrapped, entangled and stuck
in ever-recurring thoughts, actions, and beliefs
in that land of Bliss, please! my Father, let that creature sleep
Where foodgrain's not in store but alcocol galore,
Where world lives under the reign, of the mightiest hegemone,
And individual gives a shit, they must save their own(what? Anybody’s guess)Where whoever triumphs is on the side of truth(satyameva jayate!)
Where a hopeless birdie’s voice is unheard or turned mute,
Where clear stream of liquor flows in place of blood,
And no action is born in absence of sensuous flood,
Where the mind is entrapped, entangled and stuck
in ever-recurring thoughts, actions, and beliefs
in that land of Bliss, please! my Father, let that creature sleep
Friday, January 29, 2010
AN INDIVIDUAL'S DILEMMA!
The more he appeals to the world,
the more he finds himself at decay.
Knowing not what to do, he turns to Bulla for advice.
"If you find yourself and lose the world, what remains to find?
If you lose yourself and find the world, what remains to lose?",
THUS BULLA REPLIES!
the more he finds himself at decay.
Knowing not what to do, he turns to Bulla for advice.
"If you find yourself and lose the world, what remains to find?
If you lose yourself and find the world, what remains to lose?",
THUS BULLA REPLIES!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
BULLA'S REPLY
"How did u become Bulla?",a curious individual asked. "Long back wen i ws an individual like you, the irressistibly sensual whore MAYA approached me and said- "they are all head over heels in luv wid me, hw cum u show the audacity to remain indifferent?,and I replied thus, "coz I haven’t got wht u demand, and wht I’ve got to offer you take not". Then holding me at the point of her dagger she murmured-"then earn 4 me wht I want or die". I couldn't earn for the one i couldn't luv, 4 nothin less than luv cud receive my luv. So I chose to die, and turned into Bulla" You either learn to luv her or die. THUS REPLIED BULLA, AND THEY BOTH SMILED.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
ODE TO ECSTASY
Mine is an ode to ecstasy,
No place it has for nostalgic tears.
A silence so musical, never again I know I might hear
But I’ll have a shot at diplomacy,
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
A flickering flame life-an indefinite lease!
Used to feeling good, I take no unease,
for what persists today must tomorrow cease,
too short a time to grieve some unrealized fantasy
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
Life will be a trade with every usual shade,
through toxic, tedious waters, I shall have to wade.
That fragrance so sacred, never might I feel
But used to secret raptures-I’ll break not my policy!
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
An excuse this world and its intoxicants
Sinners all lost, lost all saints,
I too shall be lost, or pretend to be.
That symbol of an “ought”, I’ll no longer perceive,
but I too must now learn, the art of hypocrisy,
Mine is an odd to ecstasy!!
No place it has for nostalgic tears.
A silence so musical, never again I know I might hear
But I’ll have a shot at diplomacy,
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
A flickering flame life-an indefinite lease!
Used to feeling good, I take no unease,
for what persists today must tomorrow cease,
too short a time to grieve some unrealized fantasy
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
Life will be a trade with every usual shade,
through toxic, tedious waters, I shall have to wade.
That fragrance so sacred, never might I feel
But used to secret raptures-I’ll break not my policy!
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
An excuse this world and its intoxicants
Sinners all lost, lost all saints,
I too shall be lost, or pretend to be.
That symbol of an “ought”, I’ll no longer perceive,
but I too must now learn, the art of hypocrisy,
Mine is an odd to ecstasy!!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
TO AN INDIVIDUAL
Love, for the lack of a better word,
is no means to an end.
But, is not it an end itself
in this passing moment?
Seeing my joy, some friends asked me,
why do I not show?
Why would I when seeing you “free”
I get my joy in flow?
No excuse is this bliss unbound,
to capture a breeze so fresh!
That soft breeze, though, is a pretext sound,
to infuse life’s joy in flesh.
Yet I long, to share with you,
everything that’s mine.
But then, what’s mine, but myself,
and some useless lines?
And therefore, to you I give,
this surge from some deep source.
For myself I can give not,
since I already am yours!
is no means to an end.
But, is not it an end itself
in this passing moment?
Seeing my joy, some friends asked me,
why do I not show?
Why would I when seeing you “free”
I get my joy in flow?
No excuse is this bliss unbound,
to capture a breeze so fresh!
That soft breeze, though, is a pretext sound,
to infuse life’s joy in flesh.
Yet I long, to share with you,
everything that’s mine.
But then, what’s mine, but myself,
and some useless lines?
And therefore, to you I give,
this surge from some deep source.
For myself I can give not,
since I already am yours!
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