hope

the best definition of hope, i get is when i see the eyes of a shuddering bare body, touched by the first sunlight or an insomniac nearing sleep.

snow on the sahara, quivers my heart

Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
Lose out in the desert
Ou are lost out in the desert

But to stand with you in a ring of fire
Ill forget the days gone by
Ill protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert

If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
Ill be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes,
Ill pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
anggun...............................................

these words bear the sound of rain, to my quenched ears. I dont know if it's the voice of anggun, or her deep felt lyrics that kindle a sense of freedom. there is an uncanny truth in the lady's voice which lets you travel to the inner trenches of your heart.
i conveniently put this singer at par with the avant gardes-enigma, evanescense and alike.

shine on lady~

and the paradox dissolves

Post torment i feel 'what can break you certainly makes you stronger'.

paradoxical

"the lamp which flutters incessantly, becomes the source of your stillness and the thing of stillness, that is you becomes the source of my torment"

elusive

the path to stillness is ever sullen with noise,

what fades to black becomes illuminant all of a sudden

in the eerie of nowhere, moonlight appears frigid

and guides me to a conspiracy unwritten

the moment that was, and the moment this is,

enamoured by disloyalty and indifference

even the scented wind carries an air,

and pretends to have known me never

in cognito

"there is no smoke without fire they say, but according to me what's important is the residue, a witness to both smoke and fire"

quivering

the wind is mine

the breeze is yours,

while we remain distant,

we shall forever be close

'hops and leaps and stretches and frowns and squirts and prances and pounce,
corny and cheesy and molly

where is my bunny?
the straight hare wants a bunny now now and now.

winter has arrived

erratic reveries,
comforted under wools
of time
bear a chill, exuberant
under the closet of spine
~winter has arrived~

Behind 'Time'

10, 9, 8, 7 , 6 , 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

'your time has come lady'.

'your time has come'. followed by what? will the freebies fall upon me amid the paparazzi or it simply means i am gifted a rolex oyester spedking, for being on time. but hey i am never on time and i don't understand the fuss created over time.

even in the changing times people don't shy away from slyly putting 'Indian standard time', as a justification for arriving late in an event . And then there are deadlines, which clearly is the time for men at forty, to behave like fourteen, taking an inherent pride to break them, and experience the same joy time and again.

A survey conducted in America reveals 'time-out' is the third most popular phrase used by the whites after 'shut-up' and 'fuck off', which outshines than the fact that 98% of kindergarten stories begin with 'once upon a time', this is a clear victory, presuming you have by now joined me, in my race against time.

'mam may i got go the toilet'

no! this is not the right time, i wonder why kids don't assertively reply, 'time and tide wait for none', which is likely to piss off the the teachers though.

in a timely advice, once given to a friend, i realised the gaping significance of time in our lives. from birthday's to death anniversaries, everything is dictated by time,

'harsh times', 'good times', everything falls categorically into 'time of our life'. who invented this legendary time? but then talking about legends who came, saw and conquered at one point of time, would be a consumption of your precious time.

at times, we feel a sense of liberation in saying 'i don't have time', brutally honest it may sound, but is highly effective. And glaringly simple, i want to avoid you, so i don't have time, while time has scored brownie points already.

Centuries have passed and more shall, but the war between man and time will nothing but timeless.

chaos(ed)

entangled threads shrive the verdict,

of a reckoning self

' black is black and blue is blue'.

while light cuts brutally the truth.

there in noise,

and whispers that clamour,

where stillness adopts the motion

and travels across

the familiar walls of mind

to 'unlearn'

and 'unwind'

and experience

complacence dwelling ever since

from the bird's eye

capturing,
environs of liberty,
she fists the infinite.
envisioning,
matter and its anti.
A horizon with remnants
of nothing
but the 'absolute'

now and within

On this wayward,
Where do I go?
Where do I come?
The light cornering the street,
Fades to wilt,
The air descends to gravity
Bereft of its warmth
The roads don’t want to know me,
The paths choose to ignore me
Ennui resides, hope adjourns,
Apocalypse is here,
Now and within.

what's up?

"dancing with words, and writing rhymes"*


this message has been issued to answer the most recurrent question "what's up", p.s next time it would be "the blue sky, or the squeaky fan"

You know I Can't Smile Without You,
I Can't Smile Without You,
I can't laugh and I can't sing,
I'm findin' it hard to do anything.
You see, I feel sad when you're sad,
I feel glad when you're glad,
If You only knew what I'm go ing through,
I just Can't Smile Without You.
You came along just like a song
and brightened my day,
Who'd've believe that
you were part of a dream
Now it all seems light years away.

And now you know I Can't Smile WIthout You,
I Can't Smile Without You,
I can't laugh and I can't sing,
I'm finding it hard to do anything.

You see, I feel sad when you're sad,
I feel glad when you're glad,
If you only knew what I"m going through,
I just can't smile.

Now some people say happiness
takes so very long to find.
Well I'm finding it hard
leaving your love behind me.
And you see,
I Can't Smile Without You,
I Can't Smile Without You,
barry manilow- played 120 times and still counting..

hermitage

with the usual
sepulchral eyes,
you ponder and plunder
what lies deep to be dug
in the outskirts of disdain.

the chromium voices echo
your abysmal,
as you lay complacent
in the aurora of
your burning self.

chirruping the essence
of living in the
most doomed monotone,
where silences reckon
what lacks in the blaring world.

a falling leaf,
questions
no entity,
but rejoices the
brevity of its fall,

where trickles only freedom
what world describes as loss.

the leper

soiled in,
drudgery of imposition
the leper shreds his
'self',
freed from impervious,
laws of mankind
he bathes his,
'naked self' .

the moment

cologned in synchrony
this hour,
this pulse,
as moments gush
effable,
take my hand
as i reach out
to grasp the chroma
this moment.

pearled

here ,
in the ambush of
incoherent thoughts
i study the stillness,
of the reckoned silence
like a falling pearl
singular,
enlightening the mind.

winds of same

across the jammed doors
she pleads my heed
bereft of the belonging,
i rake in her
screening memories,
of the unsolicited past
through a lightening
oh, it's apparent flash.

loo(K) who's thinking?

lying timid, in the absolute absymal
most comfortably lost
in the salvaging thoughts
of moths and flies
including the one
which savours my blood tonight.
befriending the voluminous stink
of fa(e)ces and the faceless
churning from within.
moving in circles,
not just the flush water
a mindful of filth
mom, please dont see me in this
and say your usual thing
"shit!"
"what have you been upto?"
coz, i have my usual reply
"i've been thinking...."

incompetence

hollering winds, shielded they stand,
against me,
against my breath.

in the stormy night, stranded i am,
mocking birds,
mocking at me.

cornering the silence of this existence,
i run,
i run for cover.

chased by the cryptic stars,
beaming loud
beaming the misfortunes.

in search of discreet directions,
right! right!
what is right?

a flight of endless steps
prancing,
prancing breathlessly,

wayward impulses, wary of nothing,
disappearing,
disappering noticeably.

enter the state of turmoil,
mist gallores
mystic indeed

in my dreams, yet another day
i compete
i compete with the self