Sunday, March 20, 2005

sunday afernoon

earning a blissful sunday afternoon
light tea
playing some soft music
drawing and writing a little

float

a poem
for an empty mind
clean it up, sweep sweep sweep
change the music (khamaj by fuzon)
tea
music takes my off


floating to nowhere


total silence
what do i need?
peace
nam yaho renge kyon
.
.
.
.
(and tomorrow the madness starts)
.
.
.
pyar tumhe kitna karte hain,
tum yeh samajh nahi paoge
mora saiya mo se bole na
.
.
.
tea

sunday afernoon

earning a blissful sunday afternoon
light tea
playing some soft music
drawing and writing a little

float

a poem
for an empty mind
clean it up, sweep sweep sweep
change the music (khamaj by fuzon)
tea
music takes my off


floating to nowhere


total silence
what do i need?
peace
nam yaho renge kyon
.
.
.
.
(and tomorrow the madness starts)
.
.
.
pyar tumhe kitna karte hain,
tum yeh samajh nahi paoge
mora saiya mo se bole na
.
.
.
tea

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Hazarding Poetry VII- when i travel

Traveling for 2 odd days out of the city limits is important for me to keep my sanity intact. The more I see, the lesser I feel I know about what I see. It's like a fresh start to a new life when you get back to carry on with the essential evils.

leaving the city with 2 t-shirts to pack
why go somewhere just to get back?

sediments of work and the regular crap
seeping through the cranium, past the scalp
before it's terminal, someone get me a map

we have to get out of here,
it shouldn't be that hard
if there's anything I fear
it's being part of this facade

i could use an empty mind
some peace is what I need to find
drive, drive please be kind
before I drive myself out of my mind

where do we go? anywhere, mate
i need to wipe this overscribbled slate
give me the hills, a field of farms
the plains of india and all her charms

lets get lost in a thick forest

mountain air
kids without a care
green leaves
animals roaming like they own the place
dont want a trace
of where i came from, just this place

anywhere buddy, even if it's off-season
we need to space out and that's enough reason

are we carrying all we need?
camera, stereo and stuff doesn't matter
a mind and spirit need to be freed
really I tell you, it's more for the latter

Hazarding Poetry VII- when i travel

Traveling for 2 odd days out of the city limits is important for me to keep my sanity intact. The more I see, the lesser I feel I know about what I see. It's like a fresh start to a new life when you get back to carry on with the essential evils.

leaving the city with 2 t-shirts to pack
why go somewhere just to get back?

sediments of work and the regular crap
seeping through the cranium, past the scalp
before it's terminal, someone get me a map

we have to get out of here,
it shouldn't be that hard
if there's anything I fear
it's being part of this facade

i could use an empty mind
some peace is what I need to find
drive, drive please be kind
before I drive myself out of my mind

where do we go? anywhere, mate
i need to wipe this overscribbled slate
give me the hills, a field of farms
the plains of india and all her charms

lets get lost in a thick forest

mountain air
kids without a care
green leaves
animals roaming like they own the place
dont want a trace
of where i came from, just this place

anywhere buddy, even if it's off-season
we need to space out and that's enough reason

are we carrying all we need?
camera, stereo and stuff doesn't matter
a mind and spirit need to be freed
really I tell you, it's more for the latter

Friday, March 11, 2005

Hazarding Poetry VI

Dream, fantasize of the Royal Enfield Bullet
It will come some day, so relax, cool it
When I hear the thump
it feels like a lump
of unfulfilled dreams; so don't let it die, fuel it

Someday I'll ride down to Jaisalmer
Right now its almost a dream, a prayer
I should carry that camera- that nikon coolpix
sun, sand, mustaches, bring it on, what a mix!

Go on, ride
in the RE I confide
that's my lady, that's my bride

350 or 500, doesn't make a difference
it's the animal inside and hence-
quit being that rooster on the fence

ride on, you beast
scan the land, away from home at least
so on the view my eyes can feast

hold that cam at an arms distance
compose blindly and steady the stance
capture the moment and that look on the face
friends and background too, just in case
away from the madness and rat race

aching to ride
with buddies on my side
it's about the pride
with nothing to hide
------------------------------------------
breathe in, breathe, breathe, breathing
honk honk brake speed screech screeching
choc a block like sardiiiiiiiiiiiines
angry glare, maddening stare, dont you flare, tear my hair
red to greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

hungry boy. did you look
stick my head in a book
hoping dog. sad hag. did you see?
filling my blog. reading a mag. can't you see?
check my email, love my shoes
I'm in the car. you get the booze.
rickshaw wala barefoot in the cold
does it look like he could choose?


bleeding girl, sad mother
flight food sucks, get me another.
weeping baby, begging child
internet down, i'm so wild.
pointless life pointless life pointless life pointless life.
---------------------------------

Hazarding Poetry VI

Dream, fantasize of the Royal Enfield Bullet
It will come some day, so relax, cool it
When I hear the thump
it feels like a lump
of unfulfilled dreams; so don't let it die, fuel it

Someday I'll ride down to Jaisalmer
Right now its almost a dream, a prayer
I should carry that camera- that nikon coolpix
sun, sand, mustaches, bring it on, what a mix!

Go on, ride
in the RE I confide
that's my lady, that's my bride

350 or 500, doesn't make a difference
it's the animal inside and hence-
quit being that rooster on the fence

ride on, you beast
scan the land, away from home at least
so on the view my eyes can feast

hold that cam at an arms distance
compose blindly and steady the stance
capture the moment and that look on the face
friends and background too, just in case
away from the madness and rat race

aching to ride
with buddies on my side
it's about the pride
with nothing to hide
------------------------------------------
breathe in, breathe, breathe, breathing
honk honk brake speed screech screeching
choc a block like sardiiiiiiiiiiiines
angry glare, maddening stare, dont you flare, tear my hair
red to greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

hungry boy. did you look
stick my head in a book
hoping dog. sad hag. did you see?
filling my blog. reading a mag. can't you see?
check my email, love my shoes
I'm in the car. you get the booze.
rickshaw wala barefoot in the cold
does it look like he could choose?


bleeding girl, sad mother
flight food sucks, get me another.
weeping baby, begging child
internet down, i'm so wild.
pointless life pointless life pointless life pointless life.
---------------------------------

Hazarding Poetry V

i fantasize
dream a little
leverage upon the difference
between me and cattle

thoughts of money ages me
I am poorer in these thoughts
Is this money to be spent now or is it a brick for a bigger tomorrow
that's the thought I need to borrow

I know my wealth today
to ponder at the end of the day
where I am and where I am headed
in retrospect, it's been a long way

Hazarding Poetry V

i fantasize
dream a little
leverage upon the difference
between me and cattle

thoughts of money ages me
I am poorer in these thoughts
Is this money to be spent now or is it a brick for a bigger tomorrow
that's the thought I need to borrow

I know my wealth today
to ponder at the end of the day
where I am and where I am headed
in retrospect, it's been a long way

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Hazarding Poetry IV

bulleting through a luke warm cloud
restless and tossing, relentless and proud

landing to stop, jump, skid and hop
the angst would simmer and spare the goner
so settles in the patch amidst the fauna

Lo! Comes along a butterfly, flits across and tickles all logic
No! I've come too far to be told that all this is a trick
I've hurried, scurried, chased the essential evil-
drop shadow, curves, levels, emboss and bevel!!

if not this then what?
the world is cocooned in the same old snot
is there a way out? some rule I can flout?
Keep questioning because thats what it's about
Hey, you're the catalyst, the butterly that helps me look out

Hazarding Poetry IV

bulleting through a luke warm cloud
restless and tossing, relentless and proud

landing to stop, jump, skid and hop
the angst would simmer and spare the goner
so settles in the patch amidst the fauna

Lo! Comes along a butterfly, flits across and tickles all logic
No! I've come too far to be told that all this is a trick
I've hurried, scurried, chased the essential evil-
drop shadow, curves, levels, emboss and bevel!!

if not this then what?
the world is cocooned in the same old snot
is there a way out? some rule I can flout?
Keep questioning because thats what it's about
Hey, you're the catalyst, the butterly that helps me look out

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Hazarding Poetry III

blind affection
undivided attention
a fragile life in the mention

peace that fills my eyes
silence that is nice

morning sunlight is bliss
on a day when you remember loved ones
jolts the heart with the fact, that is-
In and for love, i can do tons.

must i explain? I can't.
must i contain? I shan't.

then there is peace that fills my eyes
and silence that is nice.

Hazarding Poetry III

blind affection
undivided attention
a fragile life in the mention

peace that fills my eyes
silence that is nice

morning sunlight is bliss
on a day when you remember loved ones
jolts the heart with the fact, that is-
In and for love, i can do tons.

must i explain? I can't.
must i contain? I shan't.

then there is peace that fills my eyes
and silence that is nice.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Hazarding Poetry II

The World is a stage
a new act, a new page
Experiment my friend
twist, turn and bend
What is my purpose?
Why all this fuss?
When I could take it easy right till the end

But I like to run
it's tough and it's fun
Because something inside me declines
the escalator on inclines.
When I sweat I earn
the sleep for which I yearn
the trophies and happiness and all that it finds

Me and poetry? Am I on a roll?
Dunno, mate, it comes from the soul.

Hazarding Poetry II

The World is a stage
a new act, a new page
Experiment my friend
twist, turn and bend
What is my purpose?
Why all this fuss?
When I could take it easy right till the end

But I like to run
it's tough and it's fun
Because something inside me declines
the escalator on inclines.
When I sweat I earn
the sleep for which I yearn
the trophies and happiness and all that it finds

Me and poetry? Am I on a roll?
Dunno, mate, it comes from the soul.

Hazarding poetry

I do not know who you are
How near or far
But when I browse through your scripts
I soar into a well lit but quite night sky
over an ocean with slow moving ships
grassy lands in which I could lie
for a moment I shamelessly could steal
so the cool breeze teases my hair
I kneel,
look up and stare

can I write like this? Let me try.
unlock a door so lesser I cry,
with eyes dry.
Break that door. Can't.
The strings are too tangled...

Hazarding poetry

I do not know who you are
How near or far
But when I browse through your scripts
I soar into a well lit but quite night sky
over an ocean with slow moving ships
grassy lands in which I could lie
for a moment I shamelessly could steal
so the cool breeze teases my hair
I kneel,
look up and stare

can I write like this? Let me try.
unlock a door so lesser I cry,
with eyes dry.
Break that door. Can't.
The strings are too tangled...

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

travel, get it all free.

The diversity in this country's topography and environment is astounding. The background changes like I've been travelling around the world-

travel, get it all free.

The diversity in this country's topography and environment is astounding. The background changes like I've been travelling around the world-

travel junkie gets a shot in the arm



Come budget and the Mumbai madness begins- 36 straight hours of staying awake through the budget analysis and shuttling between Delhi and Mumbai. After the storm, I slept for an hour at the very eccentric Gordon House hotel behind Regal theatre in Colaba, where my other colleagues were putting up. Lucky dudes. Once you enter the hotel, all you see is an all-white passage with mirrored walls. The reception is on the 3rd floor(!) and the elevator is lit with a dim blue light. The bathroom has an antique, extending shaving mirror. Very Cary-Grant-Humphrey-Bogartish, very, very eccentric.
well, work-wise, mission was accomplished, but I rather remember this hotel through the experience!
Last time it was the Ambassador. Very average compared to the Gordon House hotel. this joint has style.

travel junkie gets a shot in the arm


Come budget and the Mumbai madness begins- 36 straight hours of staying awake through the budget analysis and shuttling between Delhi and Mumbai. After the storm, I slept for an hour at the very eccentric Gordon House hotel behind Regal theatre in Colaba, where my other colleagues were putting up. Lucky dudes. Once you enter the hotel, all you see is an all-white passage with mirrored walls. The reception is on the 3rd floor(!) and the elevator is lit with a dim blue light. The bathroom has an antique, extending shaving mirror. Very Cary-Grant-Humphrey-Bogartish, very, very eccentric. well, work-wise, mission was accomplished, but I rather remember this hotel through the experience! Last time it was the Ambassador. Very average compared to the Gordon House hotel. this joint has style.



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