Pink sky

Pink sky. Does it exist?
Do get out more, put it on your list.

Hit the highway. Stop. Look up at the big blue.
No, it is not violet enough. Keep going.
Slow down.
What do you hear?
Cattle in the fields or battle in your deals?
Move.

Keep rolling.
Lessen the possessions. Let go.
Stop. Reverse.
...to where people are sitting together, wherever
Watch them converse.
Laughing, joking, living. Keep driving.

Is the most beautiful thing the earth? River and trees?
Ok now, we are getting somewhere… Jeez!

Ask for directions. Not because you need directions.
Just look at faces and a trace of humanity surfaces.

Talk. Wait till that battery drains. Put it away.
Talk a little more, with someone.

Lie down on the grass, rock or sand.
Think of nothing but the moment at hand.

The sky should tell you what you missed. You should be pissed.
Stare at the stars, think of Mars. Not the scars, but moments of ours.

Pink sky. Up there.

Pink sky

Pink sky. Does it exist?
Do get out more, put it on your list.

Hit the highway. Stop. Look up at the big blue.
No, it is not violet enough. Keep going.
Slow down.
What do you hear?
Cattle in the fields or battle in your deals?
Move.

Keep rolling.
Lessen the possessions. Let go.
Stop. Reverse.
...to where people are sitting together, wherever
Watch them converse.
Laughing, joking, living. Keep driving.

Is the most beautiful thing the earth? River and trees?
Ok now, we are getting somewhere… Jeez!

Ask for directions. Not because you need directions.
Just look at faces and a trace of humanity surfaces.

Talk. Wait till that battery drains. Put it away.
Talk a little more, with someone.

Lie down on the grass, rock or sand.
Think of nothing but the moment at hand.

The sky should tell you what you missed. You should be pissed.
Stare at the stars, think of Mars. Not the scars, but moments of ours.

Pink sky. Up there.

A man and a car

a man is a car
intake-
wined dined and drunk
fired up and smoked out
spark-
hold. retain.
together now, alone.
my head spins, not talking now,
I'm blanked out, something turns you on
kiss. sparks off a light that kicks the life into me
hard kiss, gets the pistons all fired up

exhaust-
verbiose, about how I feel
with all the ability of speech in me
out it comes, like a poet I never was
a piano that never had the keys
a bird that never knew it could sing

A man and a car

a man is a car
intake-
wined dined and drunk
fired up and smoked out
spark-
hold. retain.
together now, alone.
my head spins, not talking now,
I'm blanked out, something turns you on
kiss. sparks off a light that kicks the life into me
hard kiss, gets the pistons all fired up

exhaust-
verbiose, about how I feel
with all the ability of speech in me
out it comes, like a poet I never was
a piano that never had the keys
a bird that never knew it could sing

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue
Sun lit the greens and grass holds the due.
‘Serve up the cookies with jam and tea’
Said a rude rabbit hyper-actively.
‘We’ve waited a while for a beautiful day’
The horses neighed, all ready to play.
It was time for music and naturally,
Birds of paradise hummed whimsically,
‘Summon the flowers for a symphony
We’ll add the rhythm and harmony.’
Chameleons and snails took their time,
On a day like this, to hurry was a crime.
The caterpillar volunteered emphatically...
he took the dahlias to drum the leaves.
Its hollow stems made pretty good flutes,
The owls added with regular hoots,
Calla lilies made excellent trumpets,
thought the toads with bulbous throats.
The wicked cricket was watching this all,
Liked ruining parties; it was his call.
He landed in the midst with his Oleander helicopter,
‘All happy and celebrations and jubilations and songs,
Won’t last the day with ever-changing weather.’
In chorus, the ladybirds had to retort,
‘Go away you blasted spoilsport.’
They were backed by the flighty sparrow-
‘Nothing lasts forever we know.’
Hurricane tomorrow or rain or snow,
The earth has changed in a small duration,
We are these life forms on a similar probation!

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue

A butterfly in a rainbow soaks the violet hue
Sun lit the greens and grass holds the due.
‘Serve up the cookies with jam and tea’
Said a rude rabbit hyper-actively.
‘We’ve waited a while for a beautiful day’
The horses neighed, all ready to play.
It was time for music and naturally,
Birds of paradise hummed whimsically,
‘Summon the flowers for a symphony
We’ll add the rhythm and harmony.’
Chameleons and snails took their time,
On a day like this, to hurry was a crime.
The caterpillar volunteered emphatically...
he took the dahlias to drum the leaves.
Its hollow stems made pretty good flutes,
The owls added with regular hoots,
Calla lilies made excellent trumpets,
thought the toads with bulbous throats.
The wicked cricket was watching this all,
Liked ruining parties; it was his call.
He landed in the midst with his Oleander helicopter,
‘All happy and celebrations and jubilations and songs,
Won’t last the day with ever-changing weather.’
In chorus, the ladybirds had to retort,
‘Go away you blasted spoilsport.’
They were backed by the flighty sparrow-
‘Nothing lasts forever we know.’
Hurricane tomorrow or rain or snow,
The earth has changed in a small duration,
We are these life forms on a similar probation!

love love love

You need it, I have loads to give.
love love love.
Can I sustain it? I might run dry.
But you keep it alive.
you are a deer in a forest
somewhere- on the other side of the world
I am a butterfly- flit float
so be it.

Tried my hand at cooking a subzi last week. Tossed in too much salt so ended up putting a lot of water to dilute the extra salt. Ended up putting so much water that it has to be drained out into 2 glasses. Ended up with the best vegetable soup I ever accidentally created. Goes well with lemon.
capsicum, onion, patato, garlic, carrot, 3 tamatoes, tadka and of course, way more salt than required.

The gluttony trip to Old Delhi with Ashish and Puneet was unforgettable. I fail to understand how we ate all that in a few hours. Good Ol' D rocks with food. Here goes what we downed very quickly. This is for reference, later when required-
1. Beer 2. Chicken Boti kababs 3. Beef Seekh Kababs (cycle market)4. Mutton Burra kabab (Karims) 5. Mutton Jehangiri Qorma with Roomali Roti and tandoori naan (Karims) 6. Kheer 7. Rabri Faluda from Darya ganj (Golcha) 8. Paan from Prince (Darya ganj)
Sinner, hit the floor and give me a hundred, right now.

Have started making origami birds- my meditation. That led to a whole lot of experimentation at work on pop up paper works. This should open something up.

love love love

You need it, I have loads to give.
love love love.
Can I sustain it? I might run dry.
But you keep it alive.
you are a deer in a forest
somewhere- on the other side of the world
I am a butterfly- flit float
so be it.

Tried my hand at cooking a subzi last week. Tossed in too much salt so ended up putting a lot of water to dilute the extra salt. Ended up putting so much water that it has to be drained out into 2 glasses. Ended up with the best vegetable soup I ever accidentally created. Goes well with lemon.
capsicum, onion, patato, garlic, carrot, 3 tamatoes, tadka and of course, way more salt than required.

The gluttony trip to Old Delhi with Ashish and Puneet was unforgettable. I fail to understand how we ate all that in a few hours. Good Ol' D rocks with food. Here goes what we downed very quickly. This is for reference, later when required-
1. Beer 2. Chicken Boti kababs 3. Beef Seekh Kababs (cycle market)4. Mutton Burra kabab (Karims) 5. Mutton Jehangiri Qorma with Roomali Roti and tandoori naan (Karims) 6. Kheer 7. Rabri Faluda from Darya ganj (Golcha) 8. Paan from Prince (Darya ganj)
Sinner, hit the floor and give me a hundred, right now.

Have started making origami birds- my meditation. That led to a whole lot of experimentation at work on pop up paper works. This should open something up.

Xavierians of '91

met my class mates at the school reunion after 16 years. I could cry just thinking about the way we were back then- scampering through the corridors all through our formative years. Apart from the paunch, mustaches and showing scalp, we're still the same. Here's to last night-

ride the time machine with me
we were the loud wilder lot
and still are- jeez what a racket we made
and we made each other back then

we swapped cards, talked shop
or just recalled ourselves

its like having found
pieces of ourselves
take my best wishes
give me that smile
it takes me to higher ground

you are a part of me
that floats away, but never broken away
let our hearts meet, hold me tight
Now get out there and shine

I'm listening to 'Everything' by Michael Buble here. When the chorus plays, I'm thinking of the Xavierians of '91.

Xavierians of '91

met my class mates at the school reunion after 16 years. I could cry just thinking about the way we were back then- scampering through the corridors all through our formative years. Apart from the paunch, mustaches and showing scalp, we're still the same. Here's to last night-

ride the time machine with me
we were the loud wilder lot
and still are- jeez what a racket we made
and we made each other back then

we swapped cards, talked shop
or just recalled ourselves

its like having found
pieces of ourselves
take my best wishes
give me that smile
it takes me to higher ground

you are a part of me
that floats away, but never broken away
let our hearts meet, hold me tight
Now get out there and shine

I'm listening to 'Everything' by Michael Buble here. When the chorus plays, I'm thinking of the Xavierians of '91.

smile up!

smile up!

run baby run!

I need a window
so I can wake up to a mountainscape
not a sound but birds in the trees
go back to sleep... snoozzzzzzzzzz...
tea water boiling,
a half destroyed piano
the hall rings with every key you connect with
it's that silent
bathe and plonk on a bench in the morning sunlight
pancakes and tea
walk up the hill
down the hill
a cute little store that sells wine... and drawing sheets!

nothing is as precious as moments of irrelevance
those with no agenda
no purpose
if I am in the rat race now
its so I can earn that nothingness
so toss in 2 t shirts in a bag
drive away to devdar woods
so run babes
so you can walk through those woods again

run baby run!

I need a window
so I can wake up to a mountainscape
not a sound but birds in the trees
go back to sleep... snoozzzzzzzzzz...
tea water boiling,
a half destroyed piano
the hall rings with every key you connect with
it's that silent
bathe and plonk on a bench in the morning sunlight
pancakes and tea
walk up the hill
down the hill
a cute little store that sells wine... and drawing sheets!

nothing is as precious as moments of irrelevance
those with no agenda
no purpose
if I am in the rat race now
its so I can earn that nothingness
so toss in 2 t shirts in a bag
drive away to devdar woods
so run babes
so you can walk through those woods again

you and your giant gulliver hands

i could run all day through this desert
of cell phones pretty women and pimped up cars
if i am promised a window
in the middle of all this nothing
so i can look through it
to see an illusion of you
amidst an oasis of your personal belongings
including me
lying there with my head in your lap
cup my face with your hands girl
(i know it could be as real as i imagine it)

night falls and i wouldn't know
coz that flicker in your eyes keeps me walking
i'm falling and i wouldnt know,
you are the strength that keeps me strung up
i'm walking on a bridge all broken
i still wouldn't know- stubborn oaf that i am
coz you got your giant gulliver hands under every step of mine

i'll know when you're gone
coz i am so nothing
and will reduce to that when you disappear
and then i wouldn't be able to claim that
i could run all day through this desert

you and your giant gulliver hands

i could run all day through this desert
of cell phones pretty women and pimped up cars
if i am promised a window
in the middle of all this nothing
so i can look through it
to see an illusion of you
amidst an oasis of your personal belongings
including me
lying there with my head in your lap
cup my face with your hands girl
(i know it could be as real as i imagine it)

night falls and i wouldn't know
coz that flicker in your eyes keeps me walking
i'm falling and i wouldnt know,
you are the strength that keeps me strung up
i'm walking on a bridge all broken
i still wouldn't know- stubborn oaf that i am
coz you got your giant gulliver hands under every step of mine

i'll know when you're gone
coz i am so nothing
and will reduce to that when you disappear
and then i wouldn't be able to claim that
i could run all day through this desert

nonsensical rhymes- I'll skip the jargon, this is for raavan

my head is stuck
in a small truck
please drive slowly the roads are sad
buda boom buda boom
buda boom buda boom
i gotto look good if i have to be bad

I'm missing my arms, legs and chest
decapitated, but i try my best
my pride is my mooch
kissi se bhi pooch
its the last bit of honor
before the slaughter
I see chaos on this road
and people saying 'check out that load'

buda boom buda boom
buda boom buda boom

ammo me up
prop me up
2 more crucified
on my either side
traffic jamming
people ramming
who wants to leave?!
I'm the toast of this eve

pyro brothers
sometimes others
light me up, light me up
buda boom buda boom
buda boom buda boom

nonsensical rhymes- I'll skip the jargon, this is for raavan

my head is stuck
in a small truck
please drive slowly the roads are sad
buda boom buda boom
buda boom buda boom
i gotto look good if i have to be bad

I'm missing my arms, legs and chest
decapitated, but i try my best
my pride is my mooch
kissi se bhi pooch
its the last bit of honor
before the slaughter
I see chaos on this road
and people saying 'check out that load'

buda boom buda boom
buda boom buda boom

ammo me up
prop me up
2 more crucified
on my either side
traffic jamming
people ramming
who wants to leave?!
I'm the toast of this eve

pyro brothers
sometimes others
light me up, light me up
buda boom buda boom
buda boom buda boom

misery

i tell my switch side
keep busy so you spiral
upwards and not down
headreel in love of my work
dis-joints me from all
tapasya? dunno man

love surge for work realising it's purpose
looking up i see a bird...
peering from the corner of its eye- wondering,
what's this guy upto

what i'm upto, is the headspin
for the love of warm sunshine
in receding winters
euphoria shrouds the reality check

water unwashes
random thoughts that cling onto hair
like a child holding onto a dear granny
you and i are- one!

but when you smile
everything around appears pointless
I couldnt tell you ever how i feel
i wouldnt
or it would ruin the secret love for you
nursing the secret makes me miserable
i love that misery

misery

i tell my switch side
keep busy so you spiral
upwards and not down
headreel in love of my work
dis-joints me from all
tapasya? dunno man

love surge for work realising it's purpose
looking up i see a bird...
peering from the corner of its eye- wondering,
what's this guy upto

what i'm upto, is the headspin
for the love of warm sunshine
in receding winters
euphoria shrouds the reality check

water unwashes
random thoughts that cling onto hair
like a child holding onto a dear granny
you and i are- one!

but when you smile
everything around appears pointless
I couldnt tell you ever how i feel
i wouldnt
or it would ruin the secret love for you
nursing the secret makes me miserable
i love that misery