he walks along
holding my hands
though the ocean
and the harsh lands
though i don't feel it
all the time
looking deeper i find
intense signs.
walking me through
ups and downs
and never letting go
through smiles and frowns
giving me the sight
beyond the eye can see
making me aware
of being me
he walks along
like an invisible strength
protecting me from
any scratch or dent
Igniting a mellow
light inside.
even on a rainy day
the world looks bright
ever since i was but
a seed
he took care of my
every growing need
everyday, he becomes
more immense
till i dissolve into
his sweet essence
till all but that
cease to exist
in this world
i continue to drift
clinging to that
evergreen fragrance
my world stops
making any sense
as i drown
a bit more, each time
in me i feel the grace
divine
holding my hands
he walks along
turning my life
into a song
never again will
i ever question
coz i know every move
is towards progression
this is what
i was looking for
this where i belong
now i know for sure
nothing ever would
go wrong
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
DRIFT
Am drifting along
In a makebelieve world
where the plastic buds
dont unfurl
Drifting along but not apart
without an ending without
a start
Several lines
waiting to be written
with words inbetween
that remain unsaid
I imagine what it
would like to not be
without the play
of this cosmic sea
a mystery so unfathomobly
deep
So i choose not to drift but to dive
to the of source of pure enthusiasm
the source of life
In a makebelieve world
where the plastic buds
dont unfurl
Drifting along but not apart
without an ending without
a start
Several lines
waiting to be written
with words inbetween
that remain unsaid
I imagine what it
would like to not be
without the play
of this cosmic sea
a mystery so unfathomobly
deep
So i choose not to drift but to dive
to the of source of pure enthusiasm
the source of life
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Uncertainities
things are happening
all in a flow,
cant no longer find time
to feel the breeze's
gentle blow
things change
so fast with time,
it don't wait to ask
if you're ready for the climb
all in a flow, in a smooth
transition
one after another in quick
successions
whether i like it or not
every instance seems
like my only shot.
from linear to
multidimensional
every reason seems
intentional
as if all predetermined
like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
all preassigned.
So what happens next,
is what i ask evey time
waiting with baited breadth
for that one symbol, one sign
Tired of waiting for so long
to merge with that melody of
a distant song.
Meanwhile
i am aware
meanwhile
i am alive
till the time i can
into that ocean dive.
all in a flow,
cant no longer find time
to feel the breeze's
gentle blow
things change
so fast with time,
it don't wait to ask
if you're ready for the climb
all in a flow, in a smooth
transition
one after another in quick
successions
whether i like it or not
every instance seems
like my only shot.
from linear to
multidimensional
every reason seems
intentional
as if all predetermined
like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
all preassigned.
So what happens next,
is what i ask evey time
waiting with baited breadth
for that one symbol, one sign
Tired of waiting for so long
to merge with that melody of
a distant song.
Meanwhile
i am aware
meanwhile
i am alive
till the time i can
into that ocean dive.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Ephemeral Flower
I pray with every word
Verses which go unheard
through the echos of time
where none changes
neither you nor thine.
I set to look, knowing not
how or where to begin
to find unwritten melodies
waiting for me to sing,
every moment a doubt
intrepid with thoughts that
might be heard loud,
and knowing not where this
will lead,
words that keep ringing
to which i pay no heed-
never apart were we in this
space
just lost in the ephemeral race
Now i know you're not lost
haunted with buried memories
of a forgotten past.
knowing I'll go through it
all over again,
every emotion that felt so
intense.
The nature seems to know
thine game,
so whispers the wind untamed,
the quietude of sky,
and every soul born to die.
without a word they seem to say
never apart were we in this space
just lost the ephemeral race
As the creation moves forward
and rewinds
with consequences and mysteries
unexplained by science
all lead me back to the same old place where
never were we lost, never found
untouched by darkness
and fear unbound.
Never apart, just an illusion of distance
waiting to break free from
this ephemeral plane of existence
Verses which go unheard
through the echos of time
where none changes
neither you nor thine.
I set to look, knowing not
how or where to begin
to find unwritten melodies
waiting for me to sing,
every moment a doubt
intrepid with thoughts that
might be heard loud,
and knowing not where this
will lead,
words that keep ringing
to which i pay no heed-
never apart were we in this
space
just lost in the ephemeral race
Now i know you're not lost
haunted with buried memories
of a forgotten past.
knowing I'll go through it
all over again,
every emotion that felt so
intense.
The nature seems to know
thine game,
so whispers the wind untamed,
the quietude of sky,
and every soul born to die.
without a word they seem to say
never apart were we in this space
just lost the ephemeral race
As the creation moves forward
and rewinds
with consequences and mysteries
unexplained by science
all lead me back to the same old place where
never were we lost, never found
untouched by darkness
and fear unbound.
Never apart, just an illusion of distance
waiting to break free from
this ephemeral plane of existence
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Joke's on me ##$!&
Hey up there,
I bet you enjoy watching all games played afar, bet its like a 24 hour entertainment channel for you to see all kinds of gymnastics that goes about, in fact I bet you are laughing you head off right this moment. Just when I think I am beginning to understand a few things, a bombshell is dropped, with a note saying 'the joke's on you mate'! To begin with I thought you got some kind of sadistic pleasure seeing me endure this.
Felt like a dumb moron in a real hard physics class, with a blank expression....."ahhh I don’t get it !"
Like its all a huge joke, but if its a joke, am i not supposed to enjoy it?
I suddenly realise being serious and ambitious I’ve stopped being and having fun, and if i just looked around there's comedy in every element of life.
Crazy things are going on in the world, so whats wrong in being crazy and and weird as well...its so much better then seeing all those uptight stiff neck I-am-so-normal-it-hurts snobs who look as if they their every move is an effort.
Doing things totally out of ordinary brings such freedom !
so now I proudly say that I AM WEIRD and i do crazy things like
Listening to " mujhe se shaadi karogi"
At 2 am in the morning.
Watching a midnight show at rex in a seedy stall with all men.
Listening to rims laugh He he he.... so cute! Ever so often
Cursing the net when you can’t see silly you tube videos.
Pinching an old lady's cheek in the middle of a busy street.
It brings such a relief to admit how weird I am and shock people, to be outrageous, without being rebellious, being playful without being feverish, knowing it, yet acknowledging the vast unknown.
That’s what is effortless, like moving with the flow, instead of fighting against the current.
Who is going to say what? And So what? I have the strength to face the worst critic of myself, and that’s me...
So now I am ready to be a part of the joke, and laugh and make others laugh, coz am so done with crying for so long, and it’s so not fun. Next time I cry, will only do so coz its fun...and if that’s too tough, I’ll fake it till I make it!
And I don’t mind if the joke's on me!
I bet you enjoy watching all games played afar, bet its like a 24 hour entertainment channel for you to see all kinds of gymnastics that goes about, in fact I bet you are laughing you head off right this moment. Just when I think I am beginning to understand a few things, a bombshell is dropped, with a note saying 'the joke's on you mate'! To begin with I thought you got some kind of sadistic pleasure seeing me endure this.
Felt like a dumb moron in a real hard physics class, with a blank expression....."ahhh I don’t get it !"
Like its all a huge joke, but if its a joke, am i not supposed to enjoy it?
I suddenly realise being serious and ambitious I’ve stopped being and having fun, and if i just looked around there's comedy in every element of life.
Crazy things are going on in the world, so whats wrong in being crazy and and weird as well...its so much better then seeing all those uptight stiff neck I-am-so-normal-it-hurts snobs who look as if they their every move is an effort.
Doing things totally out of ordinary brings such freedom !
so now I proudly say that I AM WEIRD and i do crazy things like
Listening to " mujhe se shaadi karogi"
At 2 am in the morning.
Watching a midnight show at rex in a seedy stall with all men.
Listening to rims laugh He he he.... so cute! Ever so often
Cursing the net when you can’t see silly you tube videos.
Pinching an old lady's cheek in the middle of a busy street.
It brings such a relief to admit how weird I am and shock people, to be outrageous, without being rebellious, being playful without being feverish, knowing it, yet acknowledging the vast unknown.
That’s what is effortless, like moving with the flow, instead of fighting against the current.
Who is going to say what? And So what? I have the strength to face the worst critic of myself, and that’s me...
So now I am ready to be a part of the joke, and laugh and make others laugh, coz am so done with crying for so long, and it’s so not fun. Next time I cry, will only do so coz its fun...and if that’s too tough, I’ll fake it till I make it!
And I don’t mind if the joke's on me!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Message to thy anonymous
who are you unseen unheard
creating havoc and turmoil amidst
life so peaceful and smooth
with words so harsh and a tone so rude,
without asking if it was polite to intrude.
who are you unseen , unheard
entering unwelcome disturbing my calm.
For the pain and misery you cause me,
there is no balm.
before you i was doing fine,
revelling in a comfort divine,
then you came and all was disrupted
as if a dormant volcano erupted.
who are you, unseen unheard
because of you all
close ties are being cut.
who are you unseen unheard
to whose face i want to slam
my doors shut.
no matter how anonymous you are
until the end of this default war.
admire me if you want, from afar
coz that's as close as we can get
although i hold no grudge,
not an iota of fret.
Unseen and unheard I'd rather we be.
across the the mountains
and the seven seas.
no words can say, and eyes cant see.
what's between the lines if you cant read.
creating havoc and turmoil amidst
life so peaceful and smooth
with words so harsh and a tone so rude,
without asking if it was polite to intrude.
who are you unseen , unheard
entering unwelcome disturbing my calm.
For the pain and misery you cause me,
there is no balm.
before you i was doing fine,
revelling in a comfort divine,
then you came and all was disrupted
as if a dormant volcano erupted.
who are you, unseen unheard
because of you all
close ties are being cut.
who are you unseen unheard
to whose face i want to slam
my doors shut.
no matter how anonymous you are
until the end of this default war.
admire me if you want, from afar
coz that's as close as we can get
although i hold no grudge,
not an iota of fret.
Unseen and unheard I'd rather we be.
across the the mountains
and the seven seas.
no words can say, and eyes cant see.
what's between the lines if you cant read.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Unspoken
Never said yes
never said no
never let her feelings show
what she feels is so intense,
she hides its behind a sheathe
of pretense.
the sky feels heavy above her
and beneath the ground seems to
give way.
Wants to be heard, and so much she
needs to say.
At the same time she is scared
of what she'll give away.
Whatever existed once seems
to have vanished into thin air,
of this sinking emotion, she is more
than aware.
Frozen and numb is everything around
and within there's not a sound.
like the shock of being lost and found.
Moves like a queen,
head held up with pride,
an air of new found mystery
that she cant hide.
cant figure whats wrong with this land
so many things that she doesnt understand.
looks at the edifice
with colour changing dome.
and knows she's right at home.
never has to say yes
never has to say no.
things can be understood
without having said so.
never said no
never let her feelings show
what she feels is so intense,
she hides its behind a sheathe
of pretense.
the sky feels heavy above her
and beneath the ground seems to
give way.
Wants to be heard, and so much she
needs to say.
At the same time she is scared
of what she'll give away.
Whatever existed once seems
to have vanished into thin air,
of this sinking emotion, she is more
than aware.
Frozen and numb is everything around
and within there's not a sound.
like the shock of being lost and found.
Moves like a queen,
head held up with pride,
an air of new found mystery
that she cant hide.
cant figure whats wrong with this land
so many things that she doesnt understand.
looks at the edifice
with colour changing dome.
and knows she's right at home.
never has to say yes
never has to say no.
things can be understood
without having said so.
