Sunday, December 30, 2007

Dreamer

To believe in Fantasies, is akin to lunacy
To consummate oneself in ones dreams, a fallacy.
A world of make believe , A world of rules,
A world of insignificance, A world which is untrue.

A dream is all that you want to live in,
No work to do, just sleep right through,
Walk into the stars, the sun and the moon,
And wish that this journey would never end.

With stars in your eyes and a mission in hand,
Do you go to achieve that goal, the dream.
Come what may, you want to surge ahead,
Cutting across all barricades, breaking all barriers.

An act of stupidity, filled with absurdity it may seem,
A dream is what you want to live in,
A dream is what you conceptualize,
A dream is what you want to bring to reality.

And you carry on till one day you crash against a wall,
The stupor broken, the haze is over, the hangover begins.
It pains you, shatters your soul, rocks your very being.
And the afterthought begins, Is the pursuit justified??

In search of the albatross do you find yourself,
You picture yourself as a phoenix,
You want to rise, rise from the ashes,
And finish that which is incomplete, your dream.

And you keep crashing onto the brick wall,
Making an attempt to break through it,
Your vision is blurred, you begin to slur,
Your mind is fogged, you begin to bleed.

Little do you realize that brick walls are made of bricks,
Little do you realize that all you need to do take out a few bricks,
Little do you realize that you need to make the obstacle hollow,
Little do you realize that all you need to do is think straight.

Self realization strikes then one day,
You remove the bricks make the wall hollow,
The wall collapses down to the ground,
Taking you with it to the ground, into burial.

And its time to surge ahead again, to hammer through.
Is it too late now to complete the incomplete,
Are you too old to be in pursuit of the ecstasy,

Well we need to realize, you are never too old to dream,
You are neither too old to pursue the dream,
Nor are you ever late in the pursuit of happiness.

There does wait the Excalibur,
Up above in the sky is it ready to be delivered,
Shining through the black fog and the purple haze
And the albatross flies through dropping it to you,
And you rise from the heap of bricks,
Like a phoenix, a phoenix rising through from the ashes,
A mission accomplished, a fantasy realized,
A dream , a realm of imagination, brought to reality.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Addiction

Life as it seems follows rigidity,
An addiction leads you astray,
An addiction you want to live with.
An addiction your heart says you cant live without.

Don’t touch the forbidden fruit said he,
But that is what the heart desires.
An addiction we all fall for,
A call we all desire to answer.

Forget the world , forget the surroundings,
Engulf me with your love and affection.
Show me the way, a road to denial,
Away from the path to self destruction.

Splatter me all over with hatred,
Let me become numb to everything heavenly.
Bring me back to Mother Earth,
Give me back my earthly Desires.

Addicted am I to this holy being,
This trip to the unknown .
Like a bright star does it shine at genesis
At your Nemesis, does it become a Black hole.

Insanity seems more sane,
On a high are you,
A touch a smile is all that matters,
An addiction that your heart desires.

Intoxications do seem to numb the pain,
But what about the pain after the hangover.
A glass of lime to heal your hangover,
But what nectar can heal your heartburn.

Drops of saline form the mixture,
Mixed with nectar from doors of love.
The Nectar nothing but poison,
With Saline drops the perfect antidote


Life as it seems follows rigidity,
An addiction leads you astray,
An addiction you want to live with.
An addiction your heart says you cant live without.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Everybody needs somebody to love

A sip of coffee,
A slice of sandwich,
A little bit of sugar extra,
A few ounces of ketchup,
And an eye for observation,
And you will know why I say,
"Everybody needs someb0dy to love"

An old wrinkled face sits there all alone,
Muttering, stuttering, sulking on a cup of coffee.
But the wait goes on,
Lo ! Behold does enter Prince Charming,
Of course a little old, a little stout, a little jibberish,
But i guess all of you would agree,
"Everybody needs somebody to love"

As I turn around,
I can hear a cat and a dog,
Oopsie daisie I meant a husband and a wife,
In comes a doll and she says
"Uncle Aunty why fight, just break away"
And then they both say
" Beta, Everybody needs somebody to Love"

There she comes in,
Oh ! how lovely she looks,
the shiny black hair,
those beautiful eyes.
But Alas ! she is not alone,
She is there with my boss.
Stressed, Distressed, Depressed Am I,
But a voice inside explains,
"Everybody needs somebody to love"

A sip of coffee,
A slice of sandwich,
A little bit of sugar extra,
A few ounces of ketchup,
An eye for observation,
And you will know why I say,
"Everybody needs somebody to love"

Saturday, March 31, 2007

A street where everyone has a name

Naked will thou come to tis world,
And naked thou shall go.

When ashes are burnt, buried or blown away,
All that remains of thou shall be a name.

One's name is music to thy ears,
A name perhaps two or even three,
trigger my imagination.

A name is what you are christened with at birth,
Its all that you take away when you are gone.

A name is what you make when you have everything,
And its all you can keep when you have nothing.

On the mountain of hopes and aspirations, do we all stand,
Most of us look down and shout out our names,

But then there are others standing up there silently,
With the ones below calling the silent ones.

As I walk down the mountain onto the street of life,
I see people standing by the signboards,
On those signboards, do they hope to have their names.

And thus one day shall thy walk ,
walk on a street where everyone has a name.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Give up !!!

An opportunity is all you get, just take it,
whether you flutter through, or fake it.

Hallucinations, haze, you need to see through,
Clear the mist, clear the fog, you will get through.

One year, six months, troubles arise,
Blow it away, let oppurtunities flow, rise.

An idea changes life,
One oppurtunity makes up for all your life.

The music flows, encaptures and enthralls,
It will take sometime, to take care of all that is in ruptures.

It is all clean on a white board,
A blackboard needs all the chalk to fill up.

Knowledge is power they say, and everything else complements,
But what is the point , if you do not know what to implement.

To reach your zenith you would need a millenium,
Milleniums aplenty unbounded and borderless.

The whole world can turn against you,
giving you neither a spear to fight,
nor a chance to spare.

Give up !!! And you will have nothing left,
neither to spare nor any holes to bare.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Green grass !!

Hmmm well its been a really really long time since i had anything or anytime to blog for . . As i was pretty busy finding myself a job and after that the training . . but recently it just happened that I ended up meeting a few people at work who had nothing else to do but complain. Now complain about what well how unsatisfying the found life to be , so on and so forth. this post is dedicated to all those people who feel on the down side.

And then he walks across an oasis ,
there he finds everything he needs.
Water to drink, dates to eat,
and shade to sleep under.
Days move by and so do the months,
his paradise deteriorates.
And yet again he just walks away,
walks away to find another hallowed destination.

If only he would realise,
That the oasis would be filled again.
If only he would realise,
that this denigration is unnecessary
If only he would realise
that after smile there will be a few tears
If only he would realise.....
He would not walk away


The water seems unclear farther away,
like a mirage does it seem to clear,
when you bow down and drink.

And then he reaches Kashmir,
the other name for heaven on earth.
Like every man with wants and desires,
he finds himself a beautiful maiden.
Love, courtship and marriage follow,
a life filled with happiness galore.
Alas !! He is a man, is he not?,
Desires aplenty like a raging fire.
And one day he breaks away,
to a place a lonely bay.

If only he knew that marriages,
are not meant to be broken.
If only he knew that love,
is more worth than what money can buy.
If only he knew that a hallowed place,
is all but imaginary and fictitious.
If only he knew that a perfect woman,
depends on how you adjust and compensate.

If only he knew . . . .
He would not break away.

The grass is always green on the other side,
but all it takes is a little nurturing and care,
to make it green on this side as well.