Wednesday, 30 December 2009
“Is” would be an “isotope” .... “ tomate” sounded a lot like the “TOMATO” I ate earlier tonite & “ ism” is something that scientists alwayz designated a disease...lol..!!... to be blunt & true.... Analyzing the whole word, it means “ I lived it up to this second...wouldn't worry bout the next”.
When we pass through the 16 to 20 , we alwayz wonder how cool the snow would be or how awsome a nightout should be or how mindblowing the celebrity life could get. Looking at all those experiences, I wouldn't blame anybody who wished to be an actor, anchor, co-star , villain , a henchman, a side artiste, a dancer, a politician, a musician, a petitioner for the heck of it. All those kinda pressed against one fact... “ GLAMOUR”.
Owning a car, rampaging arounf the whole city, making the loudest of noises that the human ear would explode at, livin every 31st of december with ' Wine & Dine”, walking around with a cell phone, Breaking window panes, Savaging to the extent of the society stamping you an outcast, all of this would definitely bring all of these four years to one retrospect, labelling me or you as one heck of a teenager...lol.
I seriously have no idea how to proceed with this prose..lol.. but nevertheless I did feel like penning down dome worthless, useless, crappy words which I would call an outburst of adrenaline which I could've spent doing sumthing else (not worthwil) but dedicated ( NOT..!!!) to these random words which Shakespeare would mistake for “ Literature Gone Wrong..!!” ...hahahaha
Jeopardy, Dilemma, Confusion would define or much rather summarize wot a human would feel through these 4 years. But these four years actually do play the hero / heroine in life as to how it would proceed & shape up.
Movies, Dialogues, People, Situations, The spirit, the moon, the floor, the illumination, the ambience & a million other reasons which kinda inspired me to write bout sumthing so trivial.
“Impossible is something that I haven't taught her..!!” is one of those things that spun this wheel of insanity & it did( Surprise Surprise....!!).
Leaving these four years would definitely be tough but as sumbody said “ the only thing that one can't leave behind is Age”... the physicality of the situation has got absolutely nothing to do with the mental illness we call “ Zeal” tho....for life...lol.
Lamenting on past times nor the future actually sufficed for any of those aspirations that a human found necessary. This is for just a simple reason that thepresent would definitely look like this second, which you would repeat...if defined bygones.
Life would definitely sound glorious...past these 4 years that I was harping on uselessly...lol... but .....Wohooooo.!! Take 4 of these away from anybody & wouldn't you have misssed an eternity of Frolic.!?!
Tuesday, 29 December 2009
Bifurcation of liberty seems a reality
Smashed spinners would weave a miracle
Laden speeds still a sinister trinket
Bells of gold & Silver flying through the deep
Woods so green & millions of words they speak
A path that treads itself into the unseen
a bridge descending still into the foreseen
The mornings with the sun so bright
The nights with the moon so shy
Slamming myths of the beast within
Shocking flings with the breeze forgiving
As history repeats itself over the name
Beautiful scenes bedazzle to this day.!!
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Waste of words would be more like it & the English language sounds like an absolute waste of energy.
This time I think it should deal with sumthing which wouldn't lose the essence of the lollipop but would still beckon with pool & billiards or snooker as you would love to call it.
Growing up wasn't too difficult a task as I would trace my 27 years back to the time I found lollipops an element of absolute bliss.
Being caught stealing words
Being caught watching porn
being caught runnin away from boring lectures
Being caught trying to smuggle a note across a lotta peers to the one gal you cared about
Being caught speakin about sumthing trivial but so damn exciting as you try acting the adolescence bur still raging on puberty
Being caught trying to extend just 5 minutes of your sleep
Being caught for merely telling your soul-mate “ I love U”
Being caught for gorging “ Pani Puris” ( Hindi for “ Gol Guppas”) & not thinkin about the sad water it was filled with
Being caught for stretching a phone line so loong ( it would reach the moon) to just listen to 5 minutes of the one thing you've waited for an entire 5 minutes
Being caught for buying an eraser which looked like a car to an eraser which looked like an eraser..lol
Memory lane..that would be my perception of all those incidents which you could smile at this very moment but meant the bloody world to you way back then, nd I would def like to add a “ hhahahahahaha” to summarize em.
And en route all of this you do get to hear stuff like “ I told you so”... “ You would realise only when you have kids”... You're almost there but haven't stepped across or rather crossed the “ Line of Control” ...LOC as we lovingly address to in India( Mera bharat Mahan..nevertheless)
A box of chocolates , A bouquet of flowers , A Cut out looking like a tiger with a tail, A sweet smelling candle, A birthday wish, An anniversary (puppy love times...lol), A sweet kiss, A glance, A glimpse, An “ ishara”, A wink, A mushy letter, A teddy bear, A sarcastic remark ending in a hug speaks for all ages to this date & does evoke the slightest of emotions that humans refer to as a rush of adrenaline.
Isn't life a beautiful thing which takes you through all these ages but still reminds you of one trifle fact that if you don't feel these emotions, you ain't living it at all..?!
Dint feel like stretching it tonite...hahahahhahhaah
Monday, 14 December 2009
This should have been the title of my next one..but gladly it isn't....lol..Well.. like all of us say an extended weekend...long lost times of life...A love that would never change.. A mystery that would never unravel itself...the whole journey could just be summarized in that one bit.
I still remember the day I packed my bags when I'd got the first command tellin me “ You're goin Clientele” , & I was so lookin forward to it w/o one small livin grasp of regret to beckon with ...& I did.
Starting with my journey this weekend (A huge loong one..) after a bloody looooooooooooooong while still would sound an irony. Why I haven't , should I have...” Stayin here is a lost chance”..would all sound true to the world but me.! But it all started on “ A Wednesday”(to be precise).
Curbing myself to 3 drinks, boarding a bus, pickin up a bottle of water(which I did say thanks for..) , listenin to blaring sounds with visuals bu slept gloriously, wakin up in the middle of the night to finding my destination, listenin to woes...to keeping the spirits alive, visiting a beach to having biryani in the night ( Prohibited in a jungle), joining one of the most awaited (amazingly true) weddings of this millennium to meeting a fellow blogger ( And boy I do admire the flow) , tripping on FOOD (way too amazing(Bright Mutton, Bright “Patiri”.. Awesomeness in itself)), the walk down memory lane so early in the month wid a deo & lifebuoy ( Tandurusti ki Raksha) , magic moments, water in a “LEHAR” bottle, the tube, the fan, this pillow, the TV & the mosquitoes( Bidding adieu sumday..hopefully...lol) , this pen to the very last word...................... I think I did have one well deserved ( NOT!!!) happening extended happy weekend ( Holiday..!!)
I did once again love the technicalities of this moment ( And I mean literally).. Just loved the ABAP burger I must say....and that is sumthing I don't think I'd ever get to know if I'd tried too as well ( Hats off to Chekavar...The guy is just SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICESPIALIDOCIOIUS)
Life just had to be glorious as one may expect... Its sumthing that one would learn through passing times & phases. Getting philosophical again huh...?! But what the heaven...! Its just me... the people we meet, the times goin by, the stories that would register itself as one niched cacophony ( After all confusion would deliver us unto absolute fascination) , and one thing to surpass all “ living it”
to be contd..!!
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
As I see it, everybody's come a long way from lollipops & candies(not that they still don't fascinate me.. but the philosophical touch..lol). In the two paragraphs I wrote for the original, I did keep stressing on the different colors life put you through.
I'd oodled bout the rainbow, the emotions, the tests that life put you through but termed life as the ultimate epitome of gloriousness.
Very recently sumbody I know real close quoted “ Everyday is a good day & Every time is a good time” & upon that moment & a bit of soul searching(Beep ...Beep..Heavy words not used to using!!) I realized,it's true to the very last “S”.
the time a human opens his eyes to witness all the “RGB” to blend with the monochrome that I lovingly call Black & White, we see different combinations of the primary colors to capture beauty even the modernest of gadgets would take an eternity to capture.
The one thing those devices would never be able to do is “Feel” , nd that is the dimension that non-living things would never comprehend or enjoy.
When we talk bout feelings, what is the first thing that comes to the limelight.?! Not wot we are experiencing right now, but I'm talking bout the purity with which we looked at that fan swiveling above us not realizing that this would be sumthing that would provide oxygen & carbon dioxide at the same time.
The Rainbows remind me of one thing “VIBGYOR”..not the colors but “Vision In Big Gigs Yearn Olden Realms”...putting it simply.. the present dwells on the past & most of us cherish them.
In the original I again spawned upon the emotions ranging from when you do sumthing childishly immoral to when your folks promise to get you chocolate later that evening.
It goes through a cycle where you probably get a pencil from a friend of yours at school,claim its been”given to you forever” when questioned by ur folks, advised never to do it again...shouting back..scolded at..still shouting back..grounded...still shouting back..a warning with a cane(which your innocence perceives as “Wouldn't be”)...still shouting back..cane falling..shouting transforming within split milliseconds to tears, not crying to show you are macho...a cold look...burst into tears..not minding..howl loudly...still not minding,....howl louder (a cry the neighbors would call the 100 because of...lol).. Folks give in...the hurt puppy look...folks feel bad....the smile(cute lil innocent devil)...folks ask you “never to do it again...its wrong”...Saying “yes”...Folks turning around...Running behind them showing your sorry face...chocolate promised...deal closed.
The above was a single little situation I think I loved to play & learnt a lot too. I loved the “Love”...te “Glory”..the “Experience”..the “warmth”...the “Discovery”... Rather the “Lesson Learnt”. This woz a situation I had summarized into two lines(A sentence to be precise) in the original...lol
All the small lil perfect moments in life teach you so much, just that its a lot later that v realize.
To be contd.....
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Trampling the right chin of the human face
Pleasing natures & the dark side come together
Placing priorities to solve the puzzle a task
Organizations play the employees tune some
Orifices leave the emotions mixed still others
Maybe the processes stall to think too many
Misty seems the path to take but hope floats
Diligently the heart & soul commit to completion
Dillusion would be the talk of the town
Commendable effort say the peers within
Clambering to survive blares the motto to begin with
“Wit” would mark the begin of this saga
Take life as it comes would intermediate
Twist faith to two sides would indicate trust
Longing to achieve nirvana screams every step
Lasting spirits would still e a half crime
More lovely tropical forest to life's witnesses
Maximum utilization of the digital world
Nothing stops at just the begin for this man
Nimble hopes would take him through the journey
Enthusiasm to laugh his lungs out wouldn't deny
“No!!” & “Sshh !!” to explore this path bright.!!
Monday, 30 November 2009
Would I start with yes or yeah?!
Shall I portray a blast of jeopardy?!
Shall I portray a slingshot of doubtfully.?!
Difference of lasting similes I would say
Difference of lasting flames you would deny
Limitless stamps of distant dreams should shout
Limitless stamps of time dint bray too much about.!!
Lot of hopes to fulfill & can't I.?!
Lot of hopes to sacrifice & will I.!?
This could possibly be the deepest I have written
This could possibly trip or swing my way!!
Monday, 23 November 2009
It, as I said, comes through at different walks of life. Probably when you have a cup of coffee, you wonder as to why can't you just create another helping hand which would save you the trouble.... Viola!! The coffee machine was the result of an inspiration.
Having & Making an inspiration, the word, are two different ends of the same coin.
One end(side) of the coin I'd like to term as an “IDEA”, “ BRAINWAVE” etc.. I've heard “etc” is just a way of portraying you know more than that but actually run outta words....lol.. nevertheless.. An idea is something that you feel outta the blue which could have no connection to what you are currently performing(action) or uttering(speaking).
The other end(side) of the coin I'd like to term as “ TIDARATION”.. Wondering what that word it?! Dat's just my idea taking shape of a tiny collection of alphabets put together randomly o form a symbol of “ Language”. This voyage I would term as an Inspiration.
“ TIDARATION” would encompass the journey from an idea to begin with, all the way to an inspiration, culminating in “ your perception”.. Still confused.??! My definition of “TIDARATION” would plainly be put as “ Take the IDea And make it an inspiRATION !”.
An idea is just the soul of the whole process, the chromosome, the atom. Inspiration is the binding force, the nervous system, the nuclear +ve & -ve. TIADRATION is the physical self, the molecule.
An idea is to you as a pair of Reebok sneakers is to a Sanyasi or Saint. An inspiration would be the path you lead. TIDARATION would reach you to the zenith of your idea becoming a reality as it is to the sanyasi attaining his GOD or Nirvana or Moksh or Deliverance as you may please.
If your idea does benefit another living or non-living entity, don't bury it under the soil waiting for it to sprout someday. Water it, feed it, nurture it...you never know, it probably would bear fruit one day changing the lives of a million souls ( I consider everything has a soul(living & non-living))!!
There are very few times a human being actually gets inspired or witnesses another soul's inspiration which actually gets you down to doing something you wanna do run away from it under the pretense of lack of time.
I'd say, chase your dreams( spelt I-D-E-A), live your dreams( spelt I-N-S-P-I-R-A-T-I-O-N), Inspire(spelt T-I-D-A-R-A-T-I-O-N) coz you never know what comes next.!!
If you are wondering what inspired me to smear this page with my ink.. I met inspiration on a bus.!
A coincidence, destiny, fate, Result of a trail of actions.. call it whatever you'd be inspired to call it.. But alighting a bus at the very last moment, an exchange of language( not this one), a gud homosapien, culminated in this early morning artifact..lol
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Smilin at the snappiest of slopiness
Swiftly as I would smiliest of laundering
Sincerely as I would dare swiftness of time
Slantly I would but sincerliest of admit
Slyly I would detour the slantiest of similes
Standing up to the slyliest of similarities
Scorn the mightiest, standiest to tryst
Silliest of linearity but scorniest of inspirations
Saline to the core but the silliest survive
Salvation would tone the salinity of dreams
Silt would solve the salviest of mysteries
Skipping right to the siltest of reality
Smiling would skip the truth of fatality..!
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Today actually felt like the first day at work. Probably Monday blues ( I wouldn't restrict it to the morning). One of those days you actually work a wee too bit towards the end & buy yourself a drink which you totally deserve..but just the right amount ..hehe
I was walking down the memory lane a s soon as I left my empty glass of spirit staring at the cubes of ice & the lemon that adorned the evening.
The wind was just so damn pretty sweet tonite, one of those situations when you actually think Mr./Ms Supernatural force actually asked you what you want & gave it to you.
People say good times are meant to end..but through my eyes, they just leave you with spine tingling memories that you would give up anything in the world for.
This whole write-up is getting too damn philosophical ( as one of my compadres would say..lol). And there are times I can go on writing about the absolutely crappiest topics knowing not where to slam my brakes.
This was one of those days that a human being would love to be in everyday of its life. And as usual I end up writing everything but the thing I intended to.
Started off with a hello to Mr/Ms Supernatural followed by real nostalgic memories of the batter & coconut at home. This did definitely end up with a prank leavin the victim with mixed up feelings first thing in the with open eyes though the sight of the restroom would've been much more soothing..lol
A day of virtual escapades where I grimly tried to inspire a potential nobel prize Laurette to screwin around with karate chops & a feather massage.. Marching up and down with a bearded hero...to disturbing a busy lady. Listening to what Merlin had to divulge..to staring at my empty lemon. Meeting an age old buddy...to walking right back home wid the wind caressing my un-haired head... I guess today was eventful to put it real sober.
I was actually trotting around the office with my shirt buttoned up for one whole day not realising how time slipped right through. Wet myself in the rain, not regretting one bit. Looked at the weather outside...pulling on that stupid stick of mine, paper to say the least. Every moment today just felt like I' d traveled back in time...not too many light years though..lol
And as always, I actually have the TV on, a writing pad...a pen..wondering what an “Audit trail” is..thinking of my next stick..not worried bout how tomorrow sounds..thinking of writin a song but born lazy..loving every sound of that cracker, the visuals of which weren't visible, the shack, the Tiger.
But I'd definitely bow down to the Orange, Peche / Peach & the Curacao blue..!!
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Little Joys wouldnt too draftize
Laughin dreams wouldnt now dramatize
Label now & I wouldnt be surprised
Listless buckets of dreams & still to galvanize
Limitless words & frozen to this might
Loveless janitory & stiffness wouldnt shine
Lambda is just another sign of virosity
Lord O Lord forgive me for this sight
Lint & lent, the difference I'd come by
Leaving times goin by would be a misery
Longing signs & by times would be a cacophony
Random words put together from a dictionary
Sounds Insane & I would sign a symphony..!!
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Deviating and coming back to the topic I talked about,getting judgmental isnt a sin,but it kinda affects a human being in a way that it isnt supposed to. It sumhow evokes the conscious self, buried deep within the human & prompts him/her to act as the situation demands.
Listening to the tunes of life would still breathe too much of sarcasm yea..?! When a living being realizes you're being watched, he/she kinda acts accordingly breaching the true essence of individuality. The human is too shy to explore the kid in oneself. By kid, I mean the child,the youth, the freedom,the innocence. If one does feel this within him/her , I guess the world would be a much happier place to stay in.
Let music be a part of it. Let hopes be the soul of it. Let rhythm be the grammatical error (after all who wouldnt love a dance.?!). Let go & let live. Too many 'I's' in the whole leaflet yea.?!
I actually asked a friend of mine to reiterate this word “Judgmental” to me in the evening as I was watchin a movie for the second time. I have absolutely no idea why I'd asked him to remind me of that but one scene stuck to my head & there was only one thing I could think of, and you are reading the ill effects of my memory...hehheh!
Trivial sounds this word,sickening as people say. But the question is how many of us try to stay neutral but get judgmental at one point in life.? Judging a person keeping his/her good qualities as a benchmark seems fruitful,questioning his/her weaknesses & trampling the very essence of existence aint an honour. Look at the strengths of another human being. Absorb or at least trying wouldnt cost your sould. But harping on the weaknesses & tapping it to your advantage (Some people call it POLITICS) wouldn't serve the purpose of life called satisfaction. Short lived triumphs would be a guest in your closet but your wardrobe wouldt consist of only monochromes.
“You did this coz you are built this way” would sound a bugle or ring a bell just coz the person in question doesn't feel the same. A person probably would lay down his/her sword someday & say its enough only when he/she wouldn't breach the code of liveliness & surrender to pessimism.
Laughter is a challenge,but aint it satisfactory to an extent where “laugh” & “there” collide.?!Learn to laugh at yourself & try to narrow the gap between “You“ & “I”. A publicity stunt.?! Probably!! heheheheh...(It was easier to type that online) , but realize that it aint too difficult to smile.!
Totally deviated from judgmental. But id like to say jus one small lil insignificant piece of literature that would make zilch sense to the normal human medulla oblongatta.
“Try looking within yourself. Laugh at yourself & how many times would you think about laughin at others.?!”
Friday, 16 October 2009
Liftin blisters wouldnt sound too sweet
Saffron is the realm of ravity & I'd Fulfill
Lasting breezes of time I wouldnt foresee
Stiffen the Realization of swamp I'd say
Laughin things away sounds an epitome
Synergy doesnt make too much sense & stole
Pronounciations wouldnt hold too much label
Symptoms of slackness I would foresee
Lisp would be a thing and default
Silk would be a material to distant with
Long gone was the brazen hopes of silk & staff
Sin wouldnt be too damn irrepressible
Linguistic defers wouldnt trap too many
Sassy wouldnt prove too Chic
Life is me & I aint too proliferate
Bristle sweeps of this time
Sacrifice in all with this start
Beautiful as it may fly...
Sanctity wouldnt be much sly
Bad too much grey & Id fly
Smitten by the glands of this dream & must I
Banished from this stream & you'd cry
Scalped & Jiffyed but time goes by
Blistered swiftly but cant feel dry
Sincerity cant laugh but deny
Bathing forests will but sigh
Silt & Sand would feel & I
Blurry feelings should but why.?!
Swell was this feeling & i'm high
Blow this world & Stiffeth but bright..!!
Monday, 5 October 2009
Land could probably be a heat of the moment
Safety is the smartest of the lot
Security is the leaf of this palette now
Love could be one heavy beautiful dream
Listen carefully to these festivals of welcoming
Sincerity sounds too mellow a theme to decipher
Snarling at these realities would mix a cocktail
Lost in the sweet essence of trifle orange
Leave the mango, tropicality wouldnt suffice
Smoke chokes the very beefing existence
Stark beliefs would definitely pave the truth
Listing things that we've not succeeded at
Lasting feelings wouldnt positivise earth.?!
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
I was actually thinkin about writin sumthing which would start of as “ Me: I'm Aju.. How u doin today. Mr/Mrs/Ms/ Kumari X: Me doin okie, hope u alrite!”.But then again I guess life isnt too damn complicated to actually script it yea? Jus Wondering if angels & demons exist. Weird Concept, but I guess I can live with the wierdest of stuff you can imagine. Looking at life with my kinda perspective...I guess life is definitely a journey.. People say the world is definitely a small place & spherical oblate too... the earth.!! People come and people go.... Looking back at that official folder that I hold as a folder in my official mail called “ Bidding Adieu” , I would say yes to the fact that life & earth both could be classified as spherical oblate. Askin me for the definition of that word would be an absolute waste of time,coz even I wouldnt be able to summarize it in jus a few pages.
Speakin bout spherical oblate, a sphere would just put me in front of that very diameter that we were speakin bout earlier...or were we.?! To be frank I do not know what oblate exactly means coz sumbody told me it means flattened at the ends which makes no sense absolutely whatsoever..lol....
Angels do exist on earth as well,aint a myth would be more philosophical. The way you look at life defines both of em, Angels & Demons were the two classifications yea.?! How bout a hybrid called “ Angemons”.? Sounds wiered.?!?! It would coz I'm gonna call em “Humans”... Digestion woz sumthing that scientists gave 4 hrs to.! Now Angemons are sumthing that are definitely mortal to speak the least. Imagine if there woz only “good” in a person...Wouldnt life be too boring to live only with perfection.?!? If there is a tinge of “Sin” or the Dark Side, Life would be so much better as long as you don't end up sticking to the “emons” part...lol..
I guess I aint makin ne sense drabbing on this effect yea.?!.. I was actually thinkin of getting sum good music but the sinner in me woulod stop at sumthing which would be clear. Yep ..its the same ol notepad & the pen (black) which you would never find.
I was jus wondering how livin on mas would feel like..! You'v got a friend whos got 4 arms & 6 feet (Sans Hollywood portrayal ..Coz dey show this guy with a huge green head & distorted Feet..lol.). He would be a much better “Human” tan we all were designed to be. Aaaah I guess this whole thing is getting too philsophical huh... (Hurrah! I got that spelling right)...
But if there were Angemons, they've actually got the wings & the spirit to commit a non-grave sin & get away with it : The perfect blend of Mischief.. would kinda summarize em yes?!. Shall I say this ink is killing me mor the essence of this entire nite inspiring me to live on.?!? too many questions in this prose , or shall I say an epithet which which kinda extended itself to the extent of sounding like random thoughts ,senseless nevertheless...lol.
A place on earth where you've got two Angemons listening to each other,placing one before the other,trusting one another, believing in one another,kicking the others butt widout a logical endpoint,loving one another,plannin on panning but end up livin life fot the moment, trading beliefs, “ Looking for more.?!”.... Got u on the last one.... Naa!? Then i'd say God bless and Cheers! (In all senses..lol)
Friday, 18 September 2009
Now we started off at simple,but this thing kinda got outta the way & descended to my stupid thoughts yea.?!?!
Simple could simply be put as something that can be deciphered without a cerebrum actually being in sync with that one small little heartbeat ,without which a human could be reduced to one small little smitten insatiable entity. Now dat previous sentence if i do read tomorrow morning would make absolutely zilch sense to me but still. To put simple in simple terms,it would be sumthing that a human being would read or hear or see & would register in his/her brain as specific digital/analog signals that would stimulate the feeling of satisfaction or a sense of pleasure releasing 1/10th of the dopamine that the brain couldnt criticize. Damn i''m still going into the same trance that i used to write my poems with & saturate the very essence of existence.
I seriously thought that i should en this at one page of the very notepad that your looking for. "Warning": "Caution" -> there is no summary to this COMPREHENSION. No heroes,no heroines,No villains,No relatives,No emotions, No tragedy,No action,No melodramatic Scenes, no Colour, no Dreams, No expectations, No Camera, No Lights, No Cut.... Would that sound Complicated or Plain Simple.?!
Friday, 11 September 2009
Placid dreams aint sinnin the vocab
Wouldnt i place me before the world sinisoidal
Swift seems the thing of nature
Laugh all you want but truly
Scanning the sweetness of humans unavoidable
Last but not the least say philosophers
Wouldnt try them lone passengers
Away from d distant dreams blowin away
Literature woz never ever my forte
Developin sacrifices woz too forgiving
Laziness woz alwayz a strife
Livin Life as u wanna not live
Nothing But a draft..d zoo aint the horizon.!
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Lame Excuses aint to lift me
Lonely drifts of life wouldnt surpass
Limitations of this galaxy & beyond
Lasting feelings blatently deny
Listed times wouldnt bear this dream
Life & beyond seems a repetition
Labrynth sounds this vocab & semantics
Lasting feelings blowin napthalene
Laden beliefs wouldnt play a scream
List the things dat youve done rite
Lift me up & prove death I'm god.
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
At Life I wouldn't portray a Sacrifice
D world wouldn't pray one damn bit can dey
Least souls playing d surface of nutrition
Narrowness shouldn't ever sing d plan of infinity
Hard 2 decipher this quartet may think most truly
Laden with glitterati sounds lame enough
Writin epithets were a thing of the past
Blaring cannisters blind the truth and so
Trespassers luv the adrenaline that laughters gotta offer
Celebrations and joys still last 2 forgive
Land this one on me and surrogate
Sense was a thing of the past but audacity holds the key.!
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Trysts with fate aint in comparison
Palaces of dreams play the cacophony
The Rain God still aint too pleased with man
Silent laughter still blasts the spirit
Gentle whispers caress the human heart
Swiftly but slightly speakin amusements
Heal the world was an anthem for a while
Man in the Mirror took a last bow
You are not alone crooned one too many
The dream shall live & so shall we
Immortality is the perception of gods
A human who lives in the heart aint blessed.??
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Stiffness and barrows seem far and wide.
Sarcasm and philosophy string wide and far
Blasting glories speak a word too many
My words were lost sumplace not too far away
Breezy dreamy gusts of wind
Rainy wet smell of the soil
Brings with it a new ray of hope
The sun too far,the heat too low
When this would reach the zenith yet to fathom
Knots and Nots scream the unknown
Blissfull fantasies catch the faster still
Drawn to temptation one too sweet
Bricks of sand solidifies widout a doubt
Illusions of a beautiful minute seems a dream
Infinity is the sound of the present
The image of the present sounds too free.!
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Stifled dreams still burrow deep inside
The kingdom of happiness yet so near
The feeling of insanity sounds pretty clear
A gist of this epic brings with it shallowness
The dreamy winds against cloud differ
So close but yet so near sounds contradictory
Brief conversations light up one & near
A cup of coffee & nicotine believe harmful to sigh
Drifting hallucinations aint whistling clear
Life as a whoile seems real unclear
Right as these words held distinctly near.
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Freeze this thing aint the past
Stop these hollow souls from burning
Politics seems to creep into the universe
Lasting experiences shared seem to divulge
Secrecy & Celebacy aint seeming too bright
Calamities of burrowed glasses too sweet
Stand up to the blasting fleet of birds
Calmness in the fire sounds too sweet
Dreary blossoms scare the very existence
Clearly speaking could be the very essence
Production of stiffness troubling mankind
Keep Walking & High sounds Perfect!!
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
A Sequel doesnt sound too fruitful
A few Lines cant sum up the picteresque
Scantily breathing thro. the downs bray humans
Bear a smile & Spread it seems benign
The Path talked of seems extremely hollow
'The Feeling could deter you but hang on
A Time for all says the wheel itself
Einstein flunked maths & Still is remembered
Without downs there aint no ups
Face it with your heart & smile up
Life again aint sumthing to just go thru
Live It & Live it Again is wot matters
Shine Sweet oh sun of mine
Humans playin silent with wasted wine
Stammering on these steps of life & Dry
Kicking out sounds the svelte casket
Windows of fortune seem jus too blind
Burrowing facets of the whirlpool so high
Walking past these tunes so blaring
Shimmering Shadows haunt one too many
The end of the tunnel leaves questions unaswered
The path thro. this become the solutions to the above
The point where you start isnt zenith
The excitement of the downs inspire you to move on.!!
Friday, 10 April 2009
Scattered on the asphalt lie pieces of the jigsaw
A war claim many but souls far & wide
Destiny say some, withered times many others
As you sow, so shall you reap aint the cries
Wallowed trysts with mankind slam the brakes
Step on the gas was a thought alas
Alarming was the sight smashed the cast
Picture perfect survival stammers fate
Laughing out loud, would these humans reincarnate?
Survived with abrasions read the papers
Yet one more, life still aint a mistake
So you draw the streaming by dreams
Sitting for all eternity with your back to the wall
Wondering if life pulls you ahead & follow
Neither of you arms willing to handle you
Your stilts refusing to balance your torso
People move on with us to follow
The balance is there & your mind stalls
Freedom from an infinite period of rest
Wishes that these times last but not this way
Well wishers & happiness seems perfect
The reason you were here in this world seems like the reason to live today
Sunday, 8 March 2009
Hasten the pace of scientific dizziness
Safety comes first shout the craze of scantiness
The Rhymes still take me back to a world of pre-school
Later on in life do I realize these inclinations were way too pure
Nothing seems to set on the horizon as to mild childishness
A Journey to roll out as the bus goes from “Gurgaon” too indefiniteness
The prelude with an uncanny uncertainty alighting and boarding at once
An interlude seemingly clichéd with the board screaming “Ballabghat”
The hot sun burning deep a sense of satisfaction so clandestine
A warm siesta pouring free with cries of “Jai Ho!”
Aloft the trance of time as deep as the rabbit hole was I
Awaiting me was the essence of home still afresh
Atop the mountains of bliss I carried on as the clock struck 00:00
A sweet nites sleep gathered warm memoirs of the world zippin by
And then the time came to say goodbye alas
Inevitable but m takin home wid me a smile which is gonna last
Driven to where I held up sanity, starin at the board Gurgaon again
Prancing along wid a can of dew nd glancing at souls seemed just
Lent a handful sheen of atomic particles id call Air
Toxic say some but id say a breath isn’t too costly
The cries of dartmanjan and exotic oils and chaats still ring strong
Noise that should wake me up from a silent tantrum but still
Encore was my spine rested hard on this canvas I rested
Until a score of humans run thru my soul askin me to pick up and offer
Endin up on a beam rite next to the pilot aint soundin too bad
The rumblers en-route my destination ravaged my symphony
Make way for those who alight called my spirit and so I did
Alas my soul disembarks and fights a burnin day
The journey was eventful and yet so calm
The sambar and my spirit feel jus lukewarm!!
Saturday, 28 February 2009
Seamless beauties this life has to offer far and wide
Scarce seems the subtle horses of these diagonals
Stiffness aint the battle of these dreams
Since these times the sound of sanity seems distant
Silently killing dreams of mankind was the apple inevitable
Smirking at existence was the Pandora’s supple box of promises
Swift as this serenity of scruples promise my soul
Stillness of this wave dance wide and far
Sill of this flute playing the notes fairly supernatural
Sail on this differential say many a few
Sigh! Goes the tyrant of Neptune so close
Sane sounds ringing no bells close to sanctity
Swing & Sway shouts the immaturity of this epithet
Silencing this night still sounds a daft unreal!
Smothered by the fluffy sails weigh these brittle mettle
Mastering the sands of baffling scarcity with audacity
Lifting the parades of this carnival seems so distant
Later in the canisters of plasma this later seems
Scaling the heights of destiny this rather proceeds
Saline seems the distant tunnel of cardinality
Loathing seems a crazy thing of solidarity
Live on!! screams the bronze of severity
Threatening the very existence of sarcasm life brays on
Laughing at this curbs lasting essence of this tunic
Drafting lasting drowsy flimsy staffs aint a sweep so nasty
Lay down and scrape the sinister saddle
Lost and Found sound the beguls of TIME.!
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Simplicity of these human souls to battle with
Crazy sounds the bristle of this life and beyond
Monochrome says the inspiration of illusions
Vivid glory beneath this scarred rainbow
Science wouldn’t be held a blessing in disguise
Scattered masts held high up the horizon nevertheless
Mastering the waves gushing past with fishes to sing still
Oscillations of the time run backwards I wish
When dreams would start at square one and never seem to end
Dats the world I would wish for but a Bedouin
Nomadic adrenaline never seem to drink its thirst
Pulses racing by and the heart thumps to a halt
Pleased to be here and nine more to Live!
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Scabbath sold the sword to me unforeseen
Aint the distance braided I would so tell
Stiff are the shadows and magnanimous the world
Lord o Lord I guess this was the destiny of this hilt
Swift drift cant be isolated as thy scrutiny
Words craft a sentence millions deep
We aint going nowhere but draftin scaffolds.?
Blossoms and sunflowers sway to the star
Huge as it is… but cant you drape this planet?
Too many Y’s asked but so smashingly unreal
Some nonsense but others yearning for justice
Take this in your stride so scarred
Run away is an option.. Stay and Celebrate!
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Presto! Here goes the time and withering dreams
Look back sometimes aint gud to hold walnuts back
Beasty seems the line of fire tonite
Hefty speaks the swine of life and scantily true
Twining of distance looks fathomless still
Standardizing sands aint a solution to drowsiness
Take a call on this very shanty prism of fortune
Bleeding daintily not sufficing this purpose
Daft goes the tick tock of gallants
Tyranny seems to rule the aimlessly unfortunate
Clattering sounds sweep past so silently
Controversial politics aint the dice for ludo
Gamble as u wish to make lanes drift
Heed to the inevitable flint of this wick nevertheless!
Friday, 13 February 2009
Blossoms gone by and still hanging in there waitin for a twist in time
Simplicity used to an age old concept when tannin was considered a taboo
Complexity grows as time gazes into the unknown peril of adam
Lazing around past work to candle lites is the mercury behind silica
The idiot box takes over the film rollin out the chaotic “Action” but still
Strangely withered bodies try to still keep the spirits in rewind
The other side of the coin dreams of a day when the stars shimmer in glory
Toast! The supernatural accolades still lie strong with his creations.
An Epithet to moving times sure leave the feelings in a capsule so glorious
This Cradle of wind sure blows in pure and blissful sonnets of love
Running out of words still seem to speak a million words.
A Day to arrive! Dreams and wishes to cherish pace by knocking
Spirits of this day travelling far and beyond into the unforeseen bliss..Hop On!
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Questions that foxed the entire sanity of mankind forever and now.! Does sound like a real time irony.. I don’t even know if dat was grammatically right.. but yea wots grammar got to do wid all this.?! Sumthing… not everything … Id still stick to one whole concept dat even if it rotates the way it did now… ders always the brighter side of life.
Aint deviating form the topic dat we started out here… wot if the rotation was the whole other way round.?! Hey… u could interrupt me whenever u want… monologues sucks I must say.!!! Aaah adding that “s” in “monologues” took me three backspaces now.! Hahaha!....
Dats wot im talkin about… y do v all look back into wot life has to offer… v look ahead yea.? Every human does for dat matter.. dats again coz the whole circle of life goes one way… nd v look to another … if v were to live in reverse..?! wot would be the absolute fate of human sanctity.?!
The whole idea of a man being born and living his whole life watchin things go by till his death bed sounds kinda illogical… why do we have to jus watch things go by.?! Live it… Just one dat you’ve been a part of.!
Magnetic poles…… rotatin within the inner core as one of my frenz would agree wid me brilliantly goes against the wind of the entire concept of the rotation of the core dat v all once had conceived to be the ultimate truth of how mother earth holds its continents and its elements together.! How was it known dat the north pole was the north pole and the south the south.?! NSEW… is dt how we demarcated lands unknown.?! Where did des demarcations originate.?!
Still feels like a monologue..!!! I guess I cant do nethin bout it.. at least dis nite yea.?! If the earth dat we know it today was to rotate the other way.. probably a cure for the very elemnt of jealousy and corruption would degenerate wid time.! Probably the whole essence of watchin your life go by would jus be a myth.! Probably we wouldn’t be having this conversation..!
The myth that human life is about to end takes a whole lotta lives wid It I mus say… its not only the humans… it the entire universe dat v call Milky way dat would cease to exist.. imagine the sun burnin out.?! Imagine the moon absorbin all the light dat it had to reflect and the whole earth detained unto darkness.?!
Its dat…… happenin to entire mankind rite now… I wouldn’t say m analysin the situation(an institution of law)..u got the right to remain silent and crap!... y should u.?! we haven’t torn apart law.?! Mankind could still forsee..!
History would never have been called history if it dint happen in the past… wot if past was the future.?! We were lookin backwards… ?!
Too many questions on this one….. Unanswered would be one way id put….! I guess v all have been faced with des questions many a time in life… but v never actually bothered to wonder…
Well I guess I should leave it at dat den..! as I say..!!” Ur wish is my command”…
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Haven’t you had dat feeling before dat sumthin u actually feel has touched you and fleeted away without u knowin when where or y.?! Déjà vu define sum… An experience is wot many others address it as.! Giving a name to sumthin doesn’t seem to fill in the bracket for me.!
Sumbody playin the notes of music crystal clear, doesn’t seem to ring a bell with the human perceptionary indices.! It wouldn’t, coz there are so many others who feel the mere sense of existence lies with the sense of feel, emotion and cannibalism.!
Cannibalism could take many a form here.! Eatin ne entity dat exists as an individual also would be classified as a form of cannibalism.! IPC 123…sumthin… aint knowin the law.. but yea.. I guess the human soul would definitely second me on that.!
But missing the point..am i.?! what we started off as a monochromatic world beyond realms unknown to mankind kinda turned into a place where checkers would sound like a game.!
Colorful vivid imaginations beyond worlds unknown seem to captivate the minds of these individuals I call humans . This is an intriguing concept as millions of beings (except humans) would be dreaming the very same dreams, failing to realize that concurrence wouldn’t be way beyond their reach. The humans that they look up2 (not for their size and mental capability) also think on the same lines! A breach in the thin framework of time.? Or a small lil incision in the whole wheel of fortune.?! It still remains an undecipherable phenonemenon.!
Color or monochrome, the world where these dreams take you seem to b unreal, magnificent, fantabulous say sum.! A world where you live a life of imaginations and fantasies… beyond the reach of a normal human existence. A place that all the things you ever wanted to do, come true… a place where u fly and there are a million others waitin to look up and say… here I am… hold on… il show u the world.!
Dazzling spirits dainted with pure unadulterated fragrance captivating the very essence of livelihood. Heavy.?! Yea …. Aint dreams dat way.?! Hard to understand but leaves a lasting impact I must say. And iv heard a lot of background scores dat play along with this… Wild chase scenes and mystery stuff.. A pleasantly lighted up sky playin the blues. All these coincide to bring one fact to our cerebellum.. Life has to be lived in this way.. Live the dream bubble.. Reality would strike..but play along.. an everlasting momento… I call life!
Friday, 6 February 2009
Life after death seems a sure mystery to one too many on this planet dat I so lovingly call EARTH.. many proclaim it to be round and spherical oblate and stuff. But I guess the world comes around to exactly the same point where it all started… a sphere or a square… all the diagonals seem to kinda ring concurrency to a point of illogical coincidence…. The SAME.!!
We talk about the life now and the life after death.. heaven and hell to be precise.. but temme one thing.. don’t u find it really intriguing to wonder if uv actually got heaven and hell on this sweet lil planet of ours…?
This brings us to another point of debate which id love to call perception.! A white light, d human way of life, a square, a spherical oblate.. all of this does lead to sumthin as imaginary as the equator or the wind or god for that matter. It’s the same side of the coin that u actually believe exists…. U cant feel it… but u know its there.
I aint creatin a blog for blasphemy here. All m tryin to put across is imagination is a canvas for vivid portrayal of the human emotions, but how many of us actually look up2 wot is true and wot Is not? Seems really nonsensical… if there is a word like that.
But again when we actually get our cerebrum to think about the life after death, one mite wonder where did the whole law of energy not being destroyed go for hitchhiking.?!
Standin unto the law of physics wouldn’t seem like a lack of brilliance or an absence of vaccum for me.! Coz for millions of years people think that Death seems to end the very purpose of existence of a human life. Wot if there was another side to it..? a Brighter side. I aint preaching the positives of death here . Just tryin to view this as another one of those idiotic perceptions I guess.. heheheh.
Wot if Death was just another form of life.?!
Wot if Death was one thing that transformed the whole view of life.?!
And finally to the million DOLLAR question.. wot if AFTERLIFE was just another journey into the unknown.?!
So finally it comes down to this… Wot could afterlife probably unravel!?
A Life of unforeseen activities kinda brings us humans to this crossroad which goes to sumplace better. Its always been within humans to look up2 sumthing dat was way better than the state they are in now. Like wise men say “ Its human to want more” and so true .
Well how much would life baffle u if it speaks back to you and says. Uv lived me, now what if I live u.?! The “it” I was referring to earlier is “LIFE”. Would you give it a chance.?!
How does it sound when sumbody would actually tell u , the life u r living is jus a form of energy and nothing else.. Its like you are in transit.. U got a Visa… but u aint havin a residential one. You can walk rite thru it but cannot live it to your will.?!
An Energy say sum cannot be destroyed but can only be transformed from one form to another.?
True.?! Probably…. Or Probably not.!..
Id second the first one nevertheless, coz u always kinda keep upgrading to what you have been in this very second.! Looking up sounds like philosophy.!?
Think bout living your life in a cycle which is the exact reverse of what you have been taught life is all about.?! Tracing back ur life rite from when uv been In your times ppl call “ Childhood revamped” to your actual “Childhood” , id say nebody wishes to live two years in the past from now.! Did the feel of Energy being dissipated ever strike you… the normal way.?!
Whims of a mind travellin fathoms in the night say some.
Brightness of the day say many so done.
Wouldn’t stop the humans so Grand
This is life and afterlife thus so Bland.!
As I would see it, the law signifyin ” Energy cannot be destroyed. It can Jus be transformed from one form to another” stays strong. We Come into the world in one particularly distinct form, we live our lives out as another particular form, we cease to exist in another and v leave this abode in search of a better craft in yet another form. Thus our existence , has always been a source of inspiration to other forms of energy, be it human, animal or any other entity for that matter.! Thus Live it Up. Every Atom speaks a million words. Alive or Quasi-Alive or in another world.!
A small little ball of energy which goes all the way from rite when u were born till when u cease to exist to when ur in a totally different world.! This is the Life and the Eternal life that I would be drafting for me.! Any Takers.?!
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
I would like to end this on a sweet note. Citing something from a movie called “Evan Almighty”.
God Comes down and asks Mr. Evan (Who wants to make the world a better Place) to Build an ARK. Mr. Evan resists initially but things happen and in the end he is a real old man when he finishes building the ARK. After he saves the world, He asks god as to why he asked him to build an ARK and how is this helping to make the world a better place. And then God Says
“A RANDOM act of KIDNESS” is what the ARK symbolizes and it does make the world a better place.
Thus I would ask every human to show jus a Random act of kindness and the world be a much better place to live in.!
I can decipher half of the things iv seen on these roads
Aint sayin wot the world should mean to me
Looking at how the world stares at you tonite
Culture say some and tradition say the others
Define this to me, wasn’t the dream too nightmarish?
Think beyond these realms that the core has to offer
Praise the future and the present dat gifts u the unseen
If life was ever to be a cradle in time so forgone
There wouldn’t be me or you living this bloated drone
Artificial sounds clamber all over these tainted walls
Blabber all you want but u aint escaping these sounds blaring soft
Still Id say this is the planet to live and live in again
Coz the other galaxies sure r exciting but aint no humans like here!
In the shrink of time ballast bringes
Trifle strife trouble dreams to forgive
Bristol harnesses aren’t too Gretel
Fairy Tales &blossom flowers scream none
Stingy humans &fate bray true to no one
I wouldn’t part a history down so dreary
Prickle plasma is the stiffness on the contrary
Cannibals walking this earth so true
This generation can’t whistle this mere tune
Octaves of these lives so bland
A higher pitch is too much for mankind
Talk bout these times foreseen
Beat these (tragedies). Impossible is benignly under clean!!
Sense creeping slowly into this blast of reality
Long gone were the brays of this sad giving
Living for myself was a past of these bells ringing
Progressed with this life say yet so many
Dreams to fly & travel &for forgiving
No man would tread past these goals unseen
Forage into the blissful future & Land foretold
Drafting the sun with a Angle of technology
Drifting slowly were the humans with a will to immortality
Why is this negativity in life treated with this trajectory?!
The lines get longer but the nite tells the same ol story
Comprehension was ever so bad for these souls so blind
Comprehending the past were ever so difficult for these humans
Look ahead into the reality untold & so foretold
Nostradamus was shunned as an idiot & burnt blindfold
As I plead to the world so thrust into the darkness
Look ahead & please the humanity but I still remain fourfold.
Brace down on the futures of this life and beyond
Scrupulous shadows breathe heavy on this tune
Scaffolding dreams bray hold on the free lanes
Cant say where the start of this story is
Aint in the mood for a sophisticated ephitet
Singin songs of glory in the past were cannibals
The bygones were bygones and so forseen
Far and wide were the lands to be discovered
Trifle happiness aint too kind on this one of a kind
Cranberry stuff still lurks in the purple dark
Black is black but is that the absence of light.?
Trivial dances come too far this day but tomorrow
Yesterday was a new day and so is today.!!
Millions of seethin worms to pass by
A Trail of breeze whizzin by this time
Crazy wilderness sing the tunes of denial
Frost clingin on to the Vehicles still dry
Heat simmering from the Ice cream meltin sly
Tempers risin high and storms begin to grieve
Mankind still believes the hands of the unknown
A miracle is what every being expects at least
Bathe in the glory of this world one day I will
As you sow so shall you SLEEP
Here beneath the sil I shall creep
As you sow so shall you SLEEP
A gust of wind my knees too steep
As you sow so shall you SLEEP
Brace in time and I am too Deep
Aint the end of the world as we know it today
A day shall come when we shall be free.
Hastened footsteps hinder the human brain
Mindless hearts foray into the world of pain
Fleeting by are the sins of glory
Blastin past are the tunes of war
This pace aint getting this man too far
Stop By and a glance at wot vve done so FAR!
Haven't been a walk on ice for him
Sanity begins to breach the walls unseen
Insanity Rules to this day beyond realms
Sweat it out say some humans within
Beat it down scream the animals crying
Play the words & tunes so fine
benign cant be all the tie & shine
Swift is the glory of these worlds foreseen
Lot of joy yet to be felt & to be sen
Centuries gone by & yet we lie so low
A Sin is forgiven but how I dunno!!
Playing the notes write am I
Boxes shifting but love the life say Sita
Rama says play the wife Rite
The Horses run swift, but aint too good
Brotherly feelings surpass the total bliss
Human sweetness surpass the diviness
Siya Rama, you aint rite always
Mystery & lonliness haunt the divine
Human we are & so do the same
Beg & Alms were a thing of the past
Historical stuff in our realms but now
Penning down things of the past
Reality strikes but do you live it.?!
Play the sickness, Play the bliss
Souls of this day, no way on this one
Dunno what I should pen down, but yes
Pro I might not be, by mythology I swear
The bridge of life, staying this way
Bring down this one, say this stuff
Don’t blow on this one, Kalyug is me
I aint swearing on this one, but now
Writing this one on this nite
Manuscript say some, but stupidity the others
Understanding this one is far from the truth
Singing this one is the effect of DILLUSION
Illusion is another aspect of Liveliness
Drunk I might be, drifting lanes I am
Wrong I am, but in the end say I aint wRIGHT!!
Swelling of the stench swifting sly
Blast from the past is a thing of the future
Living life to the fullest is the need of the present
Loving the ocean aint reflecting the blue in the sky
Living the moment aint replacing the feeling of heaven
Pricey people swarm alarmingly with time
Choosy birds fly swiftly with Sense & Pride
Too long it has been havin a true ball of a time
Furlongs away this still looks but divine
Fried & Toasted brings the dead back to life
Love & Below brings joy into the sight
Standing tall & benign and yet so canine
Breathing full of great words play this wisdom
Questions of this time aint too relevant
Answers of the future aint worth the thought
Denial of this world & beyond so strong
We are humans too, forget & be wrong..!!
Sounds of the breeze swinging so smooth
Heat takes a toll on pure human life
Darkness of the room stagnates below
Rhyming things was a thing of the past
Flying by was a thing just before the present
Gifted I would say were the souls out here
Divine & glorified is the atmosphere in here
Calm & soothing are the voices of the demons
Holding on to the strings of this pen were sermons
Hymns & prayers could save the hour
Work is what id ask for rather.
Claustrophobic souls play their mellows
Maladies of life stringing without a sign
Philosophies of this song standing benign
Play with words & smoky dreams
Beyond the holds of myself & the enlivens the cream
Carpets & Chairs sway one end to another
Voices of humans playing nothing to dither
Swoon says the noise of the Air conditioner
Winds aint up but the sounds a soother
Here I stand with this pen in my hand
Is 5 minutes too much or life to ask?
Thorns are sewn together with a bow
Brisk is the pace of this land unseen
Fathoms to traverse & Depths to travel alone
Swift as the strengths begin to wither
Frost clinging strong as the icicles gather
The Kingdom of truth yet to reveal itself
The Boredom of sin yet to bereave itself
Smooth as the flow of breeze may be
Shrill as the shriek of the wind would be
Minutes of breathing burrows a glistened smile
Finished with this time dear friend of mine
The light at the end of the tunnel aint visible
The sweetness of another sun still aint recognizable
Tons of sins & still more to come
The rose is what I call life of what to become
Wonder where I go to no land foreseen
Being alone on this cloud of virtual reality
Sanding Still as the Bay of Brutality
Drained away stays all this energy so clean
Drenched in blissful glory this world still green
Mastering the art of virtual reality was I
Beyond the realm of reality up so high
Ever wondered how this world would be this way
Without the rose & thorns could so sway
This is a confession id like to make
Know nothing but id still love to Play.
Shining velvet dazzles with a throng.
Dazzling jewels shimmering without a fight.
Shimmer shouts the drapes in bright light.
Brightness speaks the soul so beautifully
Soulful is the spirit of the smoke so brightly.
Smoky still feels the end of this white Toad
Whitish is the light alas so damn bold
Lightly chill is the smell of human spirit
Humane should be the alcohol & the feel beneath.
Stench of molasses strung deeply within
A day of bacteria & ethylene to live in.
Brace was the cry for the future.
Distant seemed the end of this Road
Pristine felt the touch of those Bold.
Fluttering with the clouds were the birds
Ceiling & the Feeling of Joy were the orders.
Attend this ball with a sense of belonging
Pretend to fly when the time is at a standstill.
Longer grows the sentence of this life & beyond
Faster runs the hands of time & so fond.
Guess this is another waste of a poem
Buzz…y don’t you go & get em.
Drifting By my soulful vows
Thrifty was the biscuit of gold
Frosty was the fruit of the cold
Snow flakes yearning to float
Bow now daring to stand out.
Misty was the road so far
Clear would be the line no bar
Crazily flowing with the winds of fortune
Aimlessly lying around & playing a small tune.
Swimming in the perfume of sorrow
For Humanity I still shall borrow
Blue was this page to be Crowned
Swift sways the final print so sound
Adrift swings the breeze unbound
Brisk was the pace of humans
Crisp was the synth of demons
Far & Beyond cries the sailor
Near & Surround croons the singer
Music flow so smooth inline
Beats strung up in this stand of time
Distant seems the lands so close
Here I am singing an ode of the gallows.
Drawing smoothly from the wind so brighter
Photography from the lens of time so Cold
Philanthropy was the swing of the season so Bold
Bleeding ink was my pen so Crude
Blowing fine was the furnace so Brute
Zeal of this season with xmas swaying over
Zest of this season ends ushering in the New Year
Meek was the thread of life so gloomy
Must was the kneel of time so fiery
Gone were the days of draught with glaze
Glee was the sound of bells & fires Ablaze!!!
Prancing with the engines of dawn was I
Whistling the tunes of teas was I
Whining for the time to go by was I
Racings the wheels of fortune was I
Ramming against the paper was I
Fluttering the winds of life was I
Flickering the channels of time was I
Aborting the routines of sleep was I
Alarming the reigns of humans was I
Standing under the fiery sun was I
Shivering still in the freezing cold but hold on CAN I??
Dues are dying without a drone 2 follow
Brisk are the winds passing by
Frisk shouts the bouncer now dry
Emerald are the sights within this school
Blue screams the lights & still we drool
Life is what we get to witness inside
Loads of trees & cars bustling outside
Still I stand here neither in nor out
Wondering whether is this what life is about??
High the skies birds flew
Essence of roses fills the heart with glee
Trot of the horses & farms so dreary
Brisk was the blot of this ink
Dusk setting in with the dawn so pink
Flaming was the sun above my head
Freezing was the moon as we wallowed ahead
The Blue Screen staring straight in our face
Wine & Dine soothes the soul with grace
Follow the mind and heart so sweet
Hope we stare & return home still Unbeat.