Children after all

we're children after all.

of our dreams
and realities
of our pinnacles
and calamities

of our joys
and hopes
of never ending freedom
and binding ropes

we're children after all

confused beings,
with childish wants

of owning the world
all at once

of finding god
and becoming one

we're children after all

enslaved by a plan
of short term goals
and random polls
and the ultimate greed of man

we're children after all

lets set ourselves free
from the pain of living up to destiny
to be what we always wanted to be.

Music

the streets are the same as ever,
the voices are different
souls with no hidden agenda,
loiter around in the distance
the image of a song bursts into tune,
and after teasing and tempting awhile,
gets lost and leaves me alone.

the muse is sometimes an image,
it sometimes is a sound .
sometimes it's a feeling
of the music infinitely going around.
the notes change with emotions
of a vengance filled friend
but never stay constant enough
to be mine again

the desire to make sound
to touch the hearts of all
burns with a fevor so deep
or sometimes burns none at all
it would be mine forever i thought
it would never lead me astray
but alas i regret to ponder
my music has gone away

flown off in the distance
for a better song to sing
to brighten the life of another
like a courtesan bringing another drink. 
i wait and wait and wait some more
with the strings under my tips
but my music is on vacation
singing with all its wish.

to bring it back, or not at all
lies solely in the twist of fate
like the guitar dying slowly in my hands
or the verse dying slowly in my brain.

so with my last wish to the lamp
i wish the return of my song
grant the life to my journey
and to all i bring along.

It's got me again.

Fluttering eyes and painted lips,
Full grown cups and curved hips
Snaky hair and well done tips
Just a drink away from eternal bliss.

The sweetest soul loosens the will of man
She moves to the rhythm of a marching band
Transfixed, you try and understand
The rules of love for a battered man

You tell a tale or tell a lie
You break your will or you say goodbye
You change your ways and breathe a sign
But you don't ever quit and die.

A change of heart and a change of game
So hurt and hopeful and nothing to blame
But just the thought of love entering your brain
Save me god, it's got me again.

The Dream comes true

Electricity  filled the air like the maker weaving dreams. One, of the gods decending upon the mortals,
finally pushing the believers over the edge. and the non-believers to rest.

Not too many are enlightened enough to see their gods in person. Up close and personal, not too many get a chance to see them be The Master of Puppets they are. for those that do, the experience is one that makes living easy and filled with purpose. even if it's just for a few hours, where you don't have to question the reasons of life and the universe. you don't have to question the existence of a higher power.

you're there. they're there. and they are in control.


the ecstasy of first notes being played brings on a feeling far greater than that first drag of hashish, of the first time you made love. it grabs you, and makes you forget the pain, of standing for 10 hours. of having waited all your life. of having grown up without ever getting to experience them. of hunger and thirst. of everything that makes you human.


the only thing that makes complete sense is to sing. sing till your throat hurts. sing till your voice is heard. sing till you can't sing anymore. sing till the noise reaches your soul.


and when as if on que, even the sky drops down it's nectar on you, you realise that this is no ordinary event. you are being blessed by the celestial beings for being there. for experiencing something so magical, your future generations will feel it.


you don't ever want the night to end. you just want to be stuck there, in a limbo, till you shrivel up and lay down. listening to the sounds that make everything so easy.


and just as the last riff is played and all the formalities are done, you know for sure that

the night indeed will never end.

Esctasy

Eyes closed, heart thumping, the liquid in his veins doing its job.
The breeze making him sway, a little more violently than he would have liked. Blowing his long mane in the direction of its choosing.

Happiness. He knew it well. Had know it all his life, just hadn't realised it, uptil now.

Distancing himself on the top of the world, one step away from meeting it again. He didn't enjoy the rush, he just pretended to.

His emotions had been threatening to deceive him and spread through his very life, unvolunteeringly making his existence far more comfortable.

They had figured out a way to eternal gratification. And they didn't want to hide it any longer.

He opened his eyes to the magnanimity of the gods. The dawn saluting his ambition, its warmth comforting him like the arms of a mother.

It wasn't the dawn of time but that of the last stage of life itself. Where the most prized possession wasn't tangible but something of another order.

A secret.

That was now his. To keep or not.

A world on fire

The world's on fire,
it burns for you and me

beyond the shimmering glances,
lies the passion for the burning world to see

take hold of something fast,
cause it's not going to last at all

while the magic soon runs out
waiting for nature to answer it's call

the temperatures keep rising,
for no fault of ours

and we wait for the icy waters
for our innocence to deflower

so lets go on
lets go on
lets go on

Colour

as the colour of life changes from green to blue,
we stand amazed to watch it's vibrant hue

always wondering what colours are to come,
behind the white light and the beauty of the setting sun

where the rainbow had once wooed the ground
and left it's gold hidden, never to be found

and when the redness of war finally sees the break of day
and the grey of doom has faded and died away

the colour of life will douse the dreams of man
and hope will reign free. Just like the final jotted plan.

love is on the table.

i bring love to the table
just like your adorable mom
i bring love to the table
just like god at dawn

i bring love to the table
bitter, sweet and sour
i bring love to the table
every second, every minute and every hour

i bring love to the table
for those hungry hearts to feed
i bring love to the table
enough to fill every greed

i bring love to the table
just like the hurricane wind
i bring love to the table
so watch your step before you come in

i bring love to the table
of the most delectable taste
i bring love to the table
savoury enough to never waste

i bring love to the table
for people i don't even know
i bring love to the table
in hopes of making it grow

i bring love to the table
with every bite you take
i bring love to the table
raw, fried or baked

i bring love to the table
as bright as the sun
i bring love to the table
made of 100% fun

i bring love to the table
no matter how big or small
i bring love to the table
for you, me and all

i bring love to the table
if it's the last thing i do
i bring love to the table
in a way noone else could, but a few

i bring love to the table
so pick up that fork and spoon
because i bring love to the table
that will fly you over the moon

god talks.

their destruction is inevitable.
they have long forsaken themsleves and the planet they live on.

5...4...3...2...1... haa haa haahahahaha

don't tickle me in the middle of my countdown! this is serious business. the fate of earth rests on it, and none of your childish gimmicks will make me change my mind.

hahahahaha...stop....hahahahaha...it

do you want me to curse you too?


for generations their kind has looted, plundered and ravaged the world it took me so long to perfect and build. And at the end of it all, the only imperfections lay in my greatest creations. the bastards even wiped out my dodo! I hadn't even finished making all my dumb jokes.

i know... it's too late to make them monkeys again.
even the monkey's will feel bad if i do.

that's why this is the only option i have left.

another warning? no! i've warned them enough. how many more times will i have to shake their world a bit. heat things up a little. destroy a few things here and there.

all of this even makes me feel petty! and to think they're the smartest of my creations.

i should be ashamed of myself. but i'm too aghast by their recklessness to loathe in self shame.

if i don't stop them, they'll only stop when everything's over anyway. so it has to be done now.

5...4...3...2...1...

what!? no?! you wouldn't do that to me!

but...we haven't even tried all the positions yet!
these Indians i tell you, perverted little geniuses. i know you'll miss it just as much. think of when we tried No. 42... hmmm...good wasn't it?

so just let me finish this and we'll go... But why not?! how else will they learn?
ok fine! i won't finish them this time. they can thank their lucky stars we haven't got to No. 64.

but i do have to scare them don't i?

yes yes i'll give give their world a little poke. don't worry they won't even feel it. see i'll poke them right next to these small little islands. no it won't kill them! remember what i said? whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. and hopefully in this case smarter as well.

*poke*

blondes and brunettes

she parted her legs to show me the way
her eyes as glazed and welcoming
and i was stuck without a will.

it had started with a little love
and a whole lot of remorse
spending years with a broken heart
and a broken home
expecting the least that you possibly can
and turning out as majestic as this
could only mean being special, or ignorant.

to escape into another world
where imaginations run wild
and is spilt over to reality.

i calmly looked her in the eyes
and she nodded and smiled
knowing wholly what remained unsaid.
dressed and ready to go she bent over
and grazed my lips with hers
i had never loved anyone more.

the money still lay untouched,
right next to the loaded barrel
with the promise of coming back.

lies.

incomplete i lay for a while
i was on duty
i was always on duty
had been for the past twenty year
and still felt as incomplete as ever.

Riders on the storm

Drigting away in to the strangeness of a new land
oozing hope from every pore
the stranger stuck out his thumb
and showed the way to the world.
deep in trance he swayed with the rhythm of a magic snake.

what makes him different from the people in the streets
building and giving life to their imagination

we're a collaboration of love
and love shall never die
or fade
it shall keep going forever.

"i am alive
i am flying against the rain falling from the heavens
i am true
and i shall be free"

sudden emotions fleeting through
he's sitting by the window
with droplets of rain for tears
and empty streets for a vision to come
with no glimpse of a partner in crime

into the heart of the earth
makiing mother proud
he twisted words with every turn
and still saw straight in to the land
the destination shall never arrive
he knew as he lived,
the dream is coming.

A journey ends, a journey begins

i am not a traveller, but i travel
i am not a seer, but i see
i am not a teller, but i tell...

Having just come back from ten days of ball numbing cold, luscious green grass, scenes as picturesque as ones you only see in postcards, culture and a surprising fondness for our country's capital, i'm rather confused about my feelings towards the city of dreams, the Indian big apple, the peninsula inside the peninsula, the city of the seven islands, Mumbai.

As was said earlier, Delhi really surprised me.
once you get beyond the lecherous bastards, the blatant exhibition of wealth and the general attitude of the people you see the city for what it is in its truest form, a land richly connected with its earth.

It might sound like a large pile of sacred shit, but it's absolutely true. be it the language, the people or their inability to become the metropolitians of Mumbai, i'm glad they are the way they are.

Expanding greatly into three different states, Delhi has three primary things Mumbai will never have.

1. Awesome Infrastructure
2. The balance of culture
3. Scenic beauty.

Wide nearly perfect roads, uncongested traffic, an awesome metro line and now even a decent bus transportation system.

I, as a person who has lived his entire life in Mumbai couldn't get my head around the fact that time could also be a measure of actual distance as opposed to traffic.

E.g. MUMBAI: andheri to juhu; a distance of roughly 3 or 4 kms would normally take 20 - 30 mins. (peak hours could take even 45)

DELHI: Noida to CR park; roughly around 20 kms took us around 35 mins.
CR park to janpath; 20 kms again took us 25 mins.

imagine what bombay would be like if only the roads were planned better!

2. While bombay defines culture, delhi absorbs it. not just from bombay, but from everywhere around it. there's everything for everyone. the rich have their pseudo bullshit, the poor have their faith. there's more to see, more to do, more to eat, more to live, more to define, more to everything.

an amalgamation of all sorts of culture in such balance that nothing else is disturbed. if you're a painter, you could do everything you possibly dreamed of without disturbing the balance and provoking people that didn't want to be provoked. the same would apply if you were a political adventurist, traveller, shopkeeper, or the guy driving your rickshaw.

there is a building dedicated to every state in the city, where you not only can see everything the state stands for but also taste the yummy food.

then there's delhi haat. handicrafts and food from every part of the country all in one place. i don't need to say anymore...

3. parks, lakes, heritage structures from the mughal period, or even the cleanliness of the roads, your eyes take in everything with a smile. and if you're not from there you start wishing you were.

The weather of course was a major reason for my fondness for delhi this time round. it was cold as shit during the nights and not more than 10-12* during the day. had it been hot i probably wouldn't have liked it as much. but thanks to the weather i got to experience delhi like i have never before.

and ofcourse two of my favouritest people (poojesh and machu) are in delhi, so as of now the nations capital can do no wrong.