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.
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