deja-vu

same shadows,
diffuse in tonight
it's essence is you
enrich a new light.

old paths,
come alive
as gazed before
brew a gush redefined.

leaves wither,
to bloom yet again
its fertility unknown,
till the parched rained.

smells delectable,
only fragrance changed
what remains now is,
what was left untamed.

clouds foreplay,
under the bubbling sun
steps sync in
and together we run.

vision blends,
vigour begs to defend
stranded the same way
walking the same highway!

survival

from the embers brazen,
i recollect
what's lost
and found
in the ashes beneath

under the moonlight tarnished,
i paint
fugitive shadows
trepid,
in redeeming its self

waivering winds witness,
incantation
unobstructed today
forlorn,
of the dead wanderer

gelid

sneering the caprice within,
i touch the incongruent winds
embalmed by its cold
as quivering hands reach out

refuting the laws of gravity,
i rise up audacious
with the sheath of deceit
caught in the eye of storm

awake

a fistful of memories, stolen from moments
a ghost, an angel in the remnants of time
a desire once, to burn in your arms,
a desire once, to experience trance

a fistful of anticipation, in your homecoming
a longing, a negligence dwells and deluges
a yearning, discreet, to open up to you
a yearning indeed to foget what i knew

a fistful of tears from the dry eyes
a fistful of bliss, dissolved in black
a dream painted in the sheer dark
a dream never completed the arc

a fistful of vengeance, hollering the mirror
a fistful of nudity clads the bereaved soul
a morning when i woke up 'awake'
a morning shall never be the same again

off the scars

concurring voices, of the understated misery
shrieks and shrieks
disappear into eerie

look atop,
the shadow eroded
pilfering peace
preyed beneath

tasting venom,
from the cynosure
whats looks elegant
is nothing but insinuated

beheld effigy
of a loathed leper
shredded to unrest
in halted breaths

a name forbidden,
a direction mistaken
a clamouring night
alas, disturbs silence

(un)knowing

letters inscribed on the sea sand

of grief and esctacy,

grit and chastity,

bathing it's shore everyday.

with the fervour of a pirate

his incredible dexterity,

and unmatched mobility,

he writes and writes all day long.

looking up the crimson sky

he draws and paints,

and brushes the stains,

with musings from heaven and hell.

a conforming smile infuses his mind

for answers are typed,

and queries are snipped,

once a sand, becomes a closet now.

blessed with the knowledge of the world

tranquilised dreams,

in bits and reams,

he's never had this sleep before.

'hey there young man'

who are you?

where are you?

peturbed eyes now look downright.

trailing the other end


a blurred horizon

or blurred vision?

he hears a quaint sound.

and extends his hand to the strand

stop!!!

wait!!!

while the letters float, far away.

rhapsodic

quivering hands,
flinching feet,
we swoon and surrender
drowned in eternity

rhythm flows,
to and fro,
a tickle feeble
a touch anon

lines jar,
shadows elope ,
floating my way
catching the infinity

and the chase begins,
ranting beat ,
catching up with the feet
unison of a kind

delirium unleashed ,
etched ecstasy ,
alas encore
as i dance out.

shine on

bestowed by the grace of thy lean,
the moon sprighted with cheer
picked by silence
caressed by clouds azure

ts shine grows and diffuses
swaggering to the tunes of zephyr
as i watch it in my darkness
in complete sangfroid
~the star afar~

to the lamp and its light

with a flash of smile,
and seven words to be precise,
darkness sheds
to the lamp of my life

eyes met,
after having met on several occasions before
what matters is the silence
and music it whispered

familiarity reckoned
eons of knowing, while we remained strangers
coy and lost,
given into the seeking

directions faked
running in circles, as we went straight
what seemed a dream
is now a moment lit

thoughts crystallised
and once a liking, now becomes a longing
dispelling notions
of virtues and vice

taken away
to the fancied air of instinct
like a trail of beads
knows no more a thing.

We'll try to stay blind
to the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry

Who do you need,
who do you love
When you come undone

Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune
I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers
Can't ever keep from falling apart

At the seams
Can I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces Lost,
in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright
To come undone now

We'll try to stay blind
to the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry

Who do you need,
who do you love
When you come undone ...

duran duran-obsession partii

I got a pocket,
Got a pocket full of sunshine
I got a love
and I know that it's all mine

Oh, oh, ohDo what you want,
But you never gonna break me,
Sticks and stones
are never gonna shake me

Oh, oh, oh Take me away
A secret place
A sweet escape
Take me away

Take me away
to better days
A hiding place

i got a pocket,
Got a pocket full of sunshine

There's a place that I go
Where nobody knows
Where the rivers flow
And I call it home

And there's no more lies
And darkness is light
And nobody cries
There's only butterflies,

NATASHA BEDINGFIELD- ze current obsession

A testimony to living

TO*,

blogspot.com,
technology hailed (coming from a tech jerk).

Uncle sandler's soul,
his taste worth an oil Baron.

givson strings,
and duran's crooning(truly notorious).

mighty sentosa,
oblivion to the skinny chinks.

forrest gump,
running my thoughts(the current favourite).

Delhi's rain
wetting not just the body.( needless to say this)

epicurean Goans
perverted beauty (along with prawn curry).

black tee's
and faded yet fitted denims (Levi's rock).

the journo fascination,
sold now to advertising.

long island ice tea
(f)attributed to kick ass reveries.

enigma's sadness,
sprighted reading at Oxford(did i say reading people).

morning walks,
now a thing of past.

The maggi mania,
plate licking good.(sandler's ghost is now in fury)

and the journey into the wild,
curiously inspired by eddie vedder's solemnly tracks.

a quirky encounter
with a quirkier persona( accredited to different ear rings in my seemingly similar ears).

a humpy relationship
with a camel like specimen. (Dude i have started liking Rajsthan ).

scribbles and scribbles
of childish poetry( i scribble no more, thanks to technology).

The prudent grey,
for his timeless philosophies(closest to understand me).

Edgar Allen poe and Lord Byron,
about them you know ofcourse.

uncanny travails of a white goose
proprietor of unlimited booze(also pocketing my little booze)

favourite destination
the air conditioned metro (sans those shady stalkers p.s).

going green with envy on most of the occasions
pardoned for his exhuberant vividness(it's unfair to mentions somebody;s horniness here)

and mother of all insanity
teaches the entire world but couldn't teach me.

*i owe my existence, living and much more.

through a blurred vision

through a blurred vision,
runs down an ephipany
of what's transcribed
in the epilogue of time

through a blurred vision
the words seem so close,
just as betrayl decends
the ever sinking thoughts

through a blurred vision
i enter the forbidden
and forsee manifestation
of an obfuscated self

through a blurred vision
sight looses stride,
and procreates anonymity
reckoning for a while

through a blurred vision
i rejoice the blackout
for the acquisition
remains effectively personal

through a blurred vision
light of the day corners
the conscience of mind
soldering the abstract

through a blurred vision
i therefore see, what lies
digged and to be discovered
in the epilogue of time

introspecting

adulterated black,
filthy white
-the grey-
a drop of salinity
in the dew
-the waterfall-
silence disturbs
clamour resonates
-philosophy purged-
sleep irks,
wakening ashamed
-comatose-
repetitive knocks,
answered with indifference
-rationality-
incognito,
the shadow jerks
-introspecting-

beach diaries

a walk by the stars,
a reverie in the eye
fluting are the words
flutters the heartbeat

its shine is opaque,
its touch forbidden
and the charisma drawn-unbeaten

dreams of dust,
golden as they seem
living it today
and leaving it for days

a walk by the stars
a reverie in the eye
enticing till the last breath
to go further than what memory finds

reunion

a blink talks to the silent air,

a blink questions the grey sky,

a blink watched by creatures of the dark,

a blink gives a nonchalant reply.

a blink fretters tonite,

a blink troubled by the gusty wind,

a blink oblivion to its clear companion,

a blink now seeks a perspective.

a blink wrestling its monotone,

a blink wants to break free,

a blink to rest its search,

a blink thinks it just cant.

a blink to kill its fatigue,

a blink will finally make it this time,

a blink cease to exist anymore,

a blink till it melts to slumber.

arrival on the job

There;s no particular reason for this errand, i'm not in love, neither embracing any kind of suicidal tendency. For advertising is much virile than either of it. You create advertisements for a condom when you;re a virgin( not that i seemingly proclaim a sense of pride in sharing this fact) and jeopardize some shady brand of toothpaste, fortunately eluded to the neighbourhood guinea pig. Which also includes advertising yourself, in the most inane manner, for all it's required to become a copywriter is the thick line of delimited insanity you've vaulted in your life. With due offence to my Creative director, who signed me in for my dotty travails, i redeem a sense of cockiness to write this blog, as a dedication to him and the fancied world of advertising.



A for 'arbit', happens to be the seismic 'A' in advertising, for those who have a nano clue about this, are more than welcomed to apply in my agency (for details contact ogilvy.com). Henceforth you remain in partial dementia for dictionary.com fails ruthlessly to squeal the word. Once you managed to enlighten yourself, you;re more than kicked to use it for nearly 189 ads you study in a span of seven days. i fetched well, with a whooping 167.



one must comply to the statutory of steering away from 'cliches', until this statement becomes one or you're diagnosed with Chronic Otitis Media Eustachian. Think out of the box, in a par miniature of a box sized room. Did i say room?? how scathingly i forgot i'm yet to have one and so remains applicable to my immediate boss, and his boss and and so on and so forth.



If advertising is my living i must sustain to the best of my gaming. and please we aren't talking about corrosive mind games . The first week, was spent in learning the quirky Quake3, a remedial truancy, to spurt the angst against your boss, in a multiple arena by simple firing and gun loading, as a curative preparation to my forthcoming days in the agency, how i wish i could master.



There weren't many rules to learn, but to break as much as you can. Which distinctively means, no official working hours, where a 'meeting at 4.30' doesn't not specifically imply 4.30 pm, and nothing is more fetching than a sound sleep at 17'c under your very own workstation after some delirious brainstorming. Which reminds me the word happens to 'b' of advertising. brainstorming is the unofficial term used for literal vandalism, an hour of impetuous stone pelting at your ideas, not quite solely yours though.



Thereby the pelting ends, till you feel the quintessential Napolean in you, and succumb to your cerebral futility. rejoicing this occultism for days and more days to come. All this and much more rheotricalness has become a part of my daily fanning, and i have quite certainly have began to slurp this wordsworth community. After all here we don't just beautify our lies, metaphysically bombard the reality, snipe our bosses(quite virtually), revamp the deep frozen briefs, battle some ego quarrels but also create- a never heard before, mind numbing, breath-taking, extraordinarily smart brand name for a tomato ketchup.saucy nevertheless.

bidding sky

after spalsh of rains,
in the arid shore
the blithe of separation,
reckons.

clouds here shed,
to the skies of brazen singularity
as withering ashes,
settle, pours, settle.

all's clear and doomed,
in the lands of acquired chill
the rustling ends to rubble
morphed to a new season

contouring footsteps fade,
arrested by its seemless form
closer as it gets,
farther in assumption

glanicing at the zenith,
chiselled by the harsh wind
she turns his back to the sea,
and sings a farewell song

rechristened

in the distant calls,
the spaces beckon
enveloping twilight
calls out your name

the trickling seconds,
the naive memories
ring in together,
calls out your name

far away as you go,
farther than the sight
nearer you come
as i call out your name

and silences bemoan,
as the distances jarr
towards infinity
love spells your name!

dazed glory

hazed mind,
a box of tinted images
blood begets blood.
sweet taste of wrath

frettered wings,
try real hard
just as it gets near,
it seems so far

moist buds,
detest its cold,
seiges its beauty
belittles its presence

and the morning dream
deems its reality
the hope of a beginning,
crashes its existence

little drops,
on a doped mind,
certain answers they sayy
ou never find!