Around the world in 80 SECONDS

Well, read the whole thing, and you can travel the world in 80 seconds. Hope you can read slowly to get the jist of travelling the world in the so-prescibed 80 seconds. Well, at least your conscious and mind can.

The city with a quiet beach and a melancholy life
The start of the journey, please take your seats politely
We fancied its name from Madras to Chennai
Hell’s here for passer-bys, a heaven for me-a congenital guy.

We head east to the cities of the mandarin and cantonese
Shanghai and Hong Kong….polluted and populated
Corrupted in the fastest lanes of money and mobile phone
Raped by forwards of men, life is dead and belated.

Tokyo shines in the limelight of tall skyscrapers of progress
Simplification still continues, slow and easy
They kneel to eat, bow to greet
Fast trains to commit sure suicide, slow and easy.

Over the pacific to LA, city of stars and cars
Dreams fulfilled and dreams shattered for that stars and cars
Fashion statements of the losers and intellectuals
Endorsement made to suck you in.

The Chicago wind blows your mind off
A shady Philadelphia leaves you a hangover
New York still remains enigmatic and classy and business-like
Its still America, just take cover.

The Rio festival is made for your will
Because only then you wont care about your horniness
The Argentinians will show you a thing called hospitality
Mask you before their slyness and cunningness.

Atlantic is fast, the time to cross it is even faster
London gives you the big bang
A bridge to cross over
And the countryside on your ears sing.

Paris is nice.. sweet and sour as its etiquette
Always the one to tell you where to start and where to end
Shopping for the silly girls, football for the silly boys
For you they invented the kiss, rules they like to bend.

The Berlin and Munich are my fantasy cities
So many thinkers thought about so much
But forgot to mend their disputably futile flaws
They covered it up with some European touch.

Moscow is beautiful, the pictures will suggest
Heights don’t matter to them, nor does fast
They live their own way, drinking and saving
One time is enough to know them, an arrogant blast.

The town of Kabul is quiet right now
It bustled, I have heard, once upon a time
The lights were brighter and the clown always laughed
The dark guys of the east and the fair guys of the west, burnt it.

The city of all Indian dreams called itself Bombay
It shouted all day and all night long
Hearts prayed out every second, wishing to be rich
All deluded in, depressed in or just come and gone.

We are back my passengers to the city we started
The hot weather and the darkest people greet you
The smile on each faces here is evident
Welcome back to heaven and hell, the city of Chennai, elusive u can tell.

(28^th April, 2007. 2.15 A.M. The title is stolen from an existentialist’s thought about the changing life of the world. The whole idea and perception of man being able to fly and travel the earth in 80 hours. Which was beyond human thought. So I made up went a step ahead to prove that we can travel the earth in 80 seconds. Guess, I’m an existentialist. And it’s a nice feeling.)

Exasperation, a miracle and the known heaven

I am not sorry or apologetic
I am hardly in guilt or in any sort of agony
But why am I lying.

The ideas why stupidity takes its course
Rises waves of thoughts blundering the show
Silly is all I feel, but why?

The rising tide rises a little higher
Abuses me and engulfs me a little tighter
Blame oneself for being thick.

Turn up the volume to drown myself
Lower the lights to blind myself
Have a notion of crying for some nameless emotion.

A miracle strikes.

Fallen in the rabbit hole again
The dream finds the humor of the whole rout
The proud feeling of attitude sublimes.

Redefines the trust built in these months
Clarifies answers asked in these hazy days
No words mean more, than hers.

Speck of smiles and then a fury of joy
The same old sensation of caring and my indisputable coy
She is home…the delight is reborn.

The waves of the storm finally resides back
The addiction finally flows inwards
The moment of delusion fades, its ok.

29^th April, 2007. 4.30 A.M. Rock on…..

My tribute to Kurt Cobain

I am one of those fans who still believes that the death of Kurt Cobain was the end of an era of music revolution and song creation of brilliance. Grunge Alternative Rock...thats how Cobain defined his music....too bad, he didnt see the explosion he created after his death. Wont call it death, will like to call resurrection. Afterall, the man did resurrect music and brought revolution with a baggage full of marijuana and drugs into many lives. Mine, as well. (though i stay away from drugs.) A tribute to Cobain, when the time is ripe to grow up, its time like these we learn to live again.

Foo Fighters' epic song "Times like these" on unplugged. Dave Ghrol showing the mastery of his vocals, and the emotion just flows........

To all Nirvana fans out thr, this is a freaking treat.......

I might just shag over Steven Gerrard someday

So, its 4 days for the semi-finals of the UEFA Champions League. And my Liverpool….oh, hell yes, people, MY Liverpool is in it. Well, hard luck that they are gonna play the sons of bitches Chelsea…..but, think my team can manage the onslaught of the blues. But, the aspect of the writing is not about Liverpool, nor over Chelsea or over anything to do with the football match. Its about fanaticism.

Being an Indian has so many disadvantages. First of all, it starts with all the shit about poverty, unemployment, etc etc…..fucking bull shit actually. Politician’s jargon on the electoral manifesto. I am talking from the forum of a young kid with ideas of world being as cold as a fridge. But from the warm desert of the heart of a kid…..the things that matter more are things like music, movies, girl friends, sex….and sports. Cricket, the entity we define as our religion. Boys my age, no matter how fetched out and fucking intellectual they get, will love this game. Slow and steady, kind and easy…are the rules of the game….and its just that. And we patriotic idiots are kind-a like that. Slow and steady, kind and easy.

Growing up, I have played more games than any young kid growing up in lanes of any city. I have played cricket and loved it and adored and cried over it. I still remember the time when India lost to Sri Lanka on the March of 13^th in Calcutta. I still remember the tears I dropped over 11 men. I still remember my mom holding me and telling me that would be alright the next world cup. Cha, uselessly I cried that day. Next on the lines of cricket came football. Bloody, who the hell calls it soccer. How can a soccer field have a ball and played with balls. But, the issue is not that. (sorry, about the millions of critical views today, I am just pissed with my professors.) I have recently devoid myself of sleep and friends for the love of football. The energy and exuberance in the game deludes me. The whole idea of seeing crazy fanatics stuffed in a small field day in and day out. Like, consider the pie of my eye, Liverpool. Its unparallel stadium, the Anfield. 3 years of seeing every game of the Reds, and I have not seen one match where the Anfield has not been full. Its fucking amazing….its marvelous….its beautiful. There are actually people out there in the world who think of a single game as their religion….there might be people who might take the man, Steven Gerrard as their god. It’s a elevating thought. A new process of parallel thinking for me. A voice against those editors and journalist who would say, that India is tunneling into the whole cricket mania. Well, go on, lets go on prove them wrong.

Anyways, think its time to sleep. I have a lot of mugging to do tomorrow, so cant afford to stay awake. Oh, fyi…..Steven Gerrard is God.

(22^nd April, 2007. 3.10 am. And the topic was taken from my roast during our hostel night, and apparently in my roast, I shagged over Steven Gerrard. Well, to you MFs, I’m not the only one.)

One strict man, one even more strict woman, one woman who can scratch and ME

Grew up with a smirk and always a heaven beside me,
A love of a woman who inherited the power to be comforting.
A woman I call my dear mother.
Never ran too fast, nor did I decide to do anything stupid,
Had the advice from a higher power, which I couldn’t hate to admit.
A power clinging from my strict father.
Never doubted or hesitated to do anything this woman had asked,
We fought like two cats and mongrel dogs, the meaningless curse she cast.
This nice little curser was my lovely elder sister.


The young one always seems to be right,
And damn I was never right.
But always, cunningly enough, I ran scot-free.
Mom covered me with a plain sheet, every night.
My red little anger buddy was always laughed at,
My disoriented dance was never made fun of,
2+2 was 5 sometimes, and it was not an issue.
Three people worried when I let a simple cough.


Worry was something that these simple people kept me away from,
Never was asked to do anything, gardening for me was considered a storm.
Enjoy the years, never forget it, the simple plain norm.
Morals were taught with each new mistake I so many did,
Kicking, biting, wrestling, mudding…forgotten…he’s just a kid.
Tracks I have built were on these words of advise.
Shove away from bad influences and bad friends,
I stayed away from teachers, classes, geeks and a few errands.
Hell, I learnt from bad influences, many would know.


The young one gets to make the choices,
No matter how dumb or delusional it is.
He has the power over the whole gang, misusing it.
The love given unconditionally for me to attain bliss.
I can wonder, as much as I want,
They will never stop me from making up dreams.
They want me to be something or somewhere.
I want to sing, a poetry for three people, just sing.


I have never cared for dames and mischievous games that everyone played,
But did hope to find a mate who I thought I could have cared.
Justifying this point is my disease, cursed as I stand.
My simple folks don’t expect me to shower them with accolades unintentionally,
They don’t have a plan they made up voluntarily.
It’s the dreams of mine they care more, period.
Love is an understatement, this sweet emotion is even more powerful,
Everyday far away is bitter, though I forget and have learned to be tactful.
So many helped to mature me…. my mom, dad and sis, helped me be a kid.




Was listening to Keith Carradine's "I'm Easy". Couldnt get its mp3 anywhere. But apparently its thr on YouTube.com. And its beautiful. 20th April, 2007. 2.45 A.M. Rock on......

Its times likes these, you learn to love again

Record the voices in the playstation of your memoirs
The strong current of the wind will bring the echo back
Redefine again the faith and conviction you build
Of sandcastles withering and collapsing,
Penning down ages of regret and guilt and humor
Cursing and thanking the same god for various reasons
For friends I had and friends I made
Affectionate and cold had its own connotation,
Tears’ are mischievous, uniquely subtle and humorously fucked up.

A smoke made everything alright and comforting,
Fire and ice came simultaneously and tripped us beyond shores
Closets were kept for the indifference which we felt
Hoping each night, the next day would be the usual
The time to remorse was always interrupted by time to be yourself.

So the finishing line is as close as ever.





(For the ones, whom I will miss. The four years that laid the path of being a man….to my Godavari hostel 3rd wing, I’ll so miss you bastards….18th April, 9 p.m. Rock on……)

Unfortunately, truth’s as white as snow.

Cant sleep because I’m scared to lose you,
But I want to sleep, because I’m scared I might not amuse you.
Its not the puff of smoke that keeps me awake,
It’s the ashes of your memories, falling like snowflake.
Don’t shiver in the rain of falling hearts,
With a sentimental echo, the teardrops starts.

Undercurrents of foolishness takes its effect,
Politeness is destroyed, an uncouth religion has become our sect.
The lowliness of our friendship has flown,
Maybe we will be happy, but will we find each other mourn?
I cant forget now what all I need to reminisce,
Diseased I stand, the cure will be these days of bliss.

Shine on like the beacons of the lighted lighthouse,
The broken torn building, from the ground it tries to rouse.
The fleets of war between give and take,
Has subsided to conclude who gets to learn and who gets to break.
Time has run out and running is all we have,
Instead of running ahead, we run right-worldly like a crab.

I haven’t broken down or made up,
The flaws keeps accumulating, showing me which way is up.
Demented is not what I am,
But I have an unusual power, to prove to me that I am damned.
Whenever I start to feel slightly swell,
That’s when I conclusively know, that things are not very well.

A twisted thorned flower has turned black inside,
Its digging a hole, a well for the forgetting child.
Now shadows overlook the far away light,
They tremble in the fear of giving hope, a dazzle which will bite.
The glare reflects on the mirror which cracked,
It still shows the tears, a quality of the past which lacked.

Inspired and the title's copied from "Hey oh(Snow)" by RHCP. Good song. Very much suggested to be listened to......

April 14th, 2007. 2.10 A.M......Rock On.

cant sleep......

Insomnia is certainly confusing. Its hard to put down words when you are wide awake yet your as sleepy as a worked out dog. You know your sleepy and want to sleep for the next day. But the notion of sleep has just forgotten to exist in the mind frame of yours. Its like, you have forgotten how to sleep and chastised yourself into a form of waking forever. Distraught I stand at this point. Typing fast has become a nuisance for my hand. My eyes burn as hell for I have to stare at the computer and type in word after word after word. It’s a cunning and a wicked feeling, a game being played by sandman to keep me from getting a brisk of happiness. “Cannon in D” is buzzing out from my far away conceited and hidden speakers. I feel like killing myself and sleeping for the rest of time. But I cant…..maybe because I am way too proud to do it, and the other reason is that I am just too timid. I can see the shadow of my reflection behind me. The light is from my monitor and the millions of words and sentences that I have to fill. I am deluding high and dry….a nauseating head-ache, cold and sly……a swollen hand due to a insect bite……a foolish infantile mind, flying high like a kite. Its time to say goodbye to the one and only friend at this moment called loneliness. Its crafty and devious ways of conquering my memory banks are amazing. I remember all the times and ways and trickery it plays…..but disregard the times when its counterpart, the companionship, is mostly looming around me and giving me the pleasure you cant furnish in the best orgasm that you can have. Remember “Trainspotting”. The dialogue which actually helped me take up cigarette like it was a weapon to kill boredom and class was: “take heroin for example. Imagine the best orgasm you have ever had….multiply it by a thousand times…and you still cant get close to the feeling that heroin gives you”. Well, right now, I feel the same. Its so bizarre, my god. Anyways, think my sleepy head needs a rest…..fuck it…..am going to sleep.

April 12th, 2007. Nearly 5 in the morning. Oh, by the way Liverpool are in the semis of the UEFA Champions League....Yipee!!!!

Laziness

Oh, how I love you.
Could give anything to have a miniscule of your charm.
Could steal and could sober up,
Lenient that I am, will forgo that.

Then give away all the past fucked up things;
Remember just the shitty things I am about to do.
Like smoke millions of slow killers;
Or, waste time in a rowdy town.

Fail to attend every notice that I must;
Excuses I’ll find, I know the art to lie.
Charm myself out of every known mess and tribulation;
Then go back to forget all the fucked up things.

Keep visualizing every dream again and again;
Then discontentment will wrap me, it’s the usual.
Let my world get dirty and my head slow and steady;
Guilt is my companion, laziness the instigator.

Habituate myself with the idea of falling behind;
No longer does it concern me.
Vague memories of myself still bring back the suffering;
I don’t think I can deal the cards anymore.

Sitting behind on the bike, reminiscing those things I liked

So many journeys and voyages I have experienced down the years,
So many voices of laughter, and falls that has brought us tears.
Tasted life and frolic, experienced heaven and hell,
Tripped up we were, but hoped that the authority couldn’t tell.
The only thing that led us to bind, well, nevermind.

From the beginning we knew that we had to face our own demons,
But we managed to conceal it, a lesson from adolescent to become men.
We surrounded ourselves with make believes of content and a fulfilled life,
But strangely we led one that was close to discontent, jealousy and strife.
We were not remote from vanity, well, its our profanity.

Flew fast which brought tears of dirt and happiness back to our veins,
Some shed over shattered glass-hearts, the one that pains.
You are scared of the road and the road’s scared of you,
The adrenaline is indescribable, like weed leaves you blew.
Couldn’t have gone any faster, well, it didn’t impress her.

I raised my arm to be one of the birds and feel the sensation of flying,
All I felt was nausea, the burning inside of running away and liberating.
The strong gust of air on your face deludes you of what you are,
Freely you roam to a place made of fame, money and rockstars.
The idea of innocence, well, for me it always made sense.

The full story of your love seems to surface on to your head,
All the things you wanted to say to her, all the wrong things you said.
Sang songs you knew and songs that you just made up,
Humming the first lines of a song that you just found, you build up.
The idea of being known, well, shadows of being alone.

Your closest ally is, I think, closest to you now,
He is thinking of something too, I am sure he is, but I don’t know how.
Many times I have found him lost in his own world,
He doesn’t say anything at all, think he doesn’t think at all.
Strange logics evolve, well, in strange emotions they revolve.

Summon up all the lingering hindrances to your mostly fulfilled life,
Like parasites they eat you, and cuts your ecstasy like a knife.
Bloody teachers, parents, girls and all your remaining debts,
You feel like jumping off the bike, as good as it gets.
Things will always get you down, well, me not gonna frown.

The drive’s reasons are always monotonous and boring, but you never grow tired of it.
The end is not the sole purpose, that what we call is shit.
The silence between friends when there is nothing much to say,
The end of the travel brings that, it’s the price that every soul has to pay.
Sitting behind the bike, well, reminiscing the things I like and dislike.

8th April, 2007. My clock's not working, so dont really know the time......Rock on

The reasons I want you to know

Before you guys read this piece of mine, turn on the western classics song "Cavalleria Rusticana" by the great Mascagni. You might get a feel of what I was feeling when I wrote this. Its all about love, and its something I cant get enough of........its a magical feeling I tell you.

Haven’t slept but I cant sleep anymore,
Want to stay bright and shiny when I see you.
Find a remedy to answer anything you throw at me,
Like a dictionary or an intelligent glossary.
Take you out for a dinner and then a long walk,
An unfinished moon and infinite water with a silent, quiet voice of its own.
Surprise you with the simplest of the smiles,
Or the unseen emotion of love and desire.
Kill you with the softness of all niceties the world can yearn for,
Then make you cry over the big deal I will never make.
Make you crib about the miniscule of innocence I possess,
And then fool you with my foolishness, which I act to suppress.
Present you with a heaven, on a gold plate,
Nothing very fancy, just the usual as I had promised too.
No matter how much I try to erase the sense of loneliness I feel because of you,
It haunts me everyday, like a butterfly, which stings like a bee.
Cant stop myself from smelling you even now,
The sweetest of sweets…..the wonder I cant help scrub off.
My lips can still taste you and I cant get enough,
But the happiness is indefinable, its like finding gold in a coal mine.
Relativity once said that hours can seem like a second,
Oh, I must be in love, because now, days seem like a second.
My mum once told me to be courageous and never to cry,
This time I am more than courageous, but courageous enough to cry.
I still remember when we first met,
I even remember the first time I proposed.
I still remember the first jokes and the tricks we played,
They will be locked up in the memories, and not even the worst parts over.
I cant ask you to stay for a silly kid, just out of the blocks,
Seven seas eh!! Shit, that’s gonna hurt…..
I had met you just a day or two back,
And I still feel I said too less and made you laugh a little less,
That’s hyper-paranoid,
Just like you would have said.
Lay your head on me and hug me more than you can,
Maybe I will never be able to ask you, but its something I love about you.
I wont be able to stay anywhere close to intense or deep more than a minute,
But tonight I had to say it, and I have been serious more than ever.
Flaws I know, everybody in the universe will have,
I’m not flawless but I’m not even close to being sober,
But I try hard to hide everything from you,
Because I love you and don’t want you to know so much I don’t want you to.
You can say I am foolishly protective,
But that’s just another flaw of mine, but know this, I love you.

--4th April, 2007. 5.15 A.M. Rock on........

Rock..is what Im all about, and Im gonna shout it out

Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on.

When I sit alone come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time.

Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe that we rely on.

When I lay it on
Come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice.

-“Snow(Hey oh)-RHCP”

Bloody hell, when did Anthony Kiedis become such a good songwriter. Oh, by the way, Anthony Kiedis is the lead vocalist of Red Hot Chili Peppers. Now, I have heard RHCP from the time I started to listen to rock. That will be….around 7 years ago. Yup, I was 14 when I first heard a band called Pink Floyd singing about how to fly. The song was “learning to fly” and it set me flying along with them. And I have loved all the flying-time I got from that song. But things have become so much more dense and deep and multifarious and simple since that first time I heard Pink Floyd. Basically, I love Rock. And have always wanted a reason to write about it. And RHCP have distinctly made me more romantic to Rock than I will ever be.

I was considering listening to jazz and also some western classics after the I heard the new album by Muse. It sucked. The album was nothing but pure crap, wrapped in a gold. A mild case of “shit inside-but-gold cover”. Just like Beyonce and Britney Spears. Fuck, thinking about leaving rock music still makes me uneasy under my guts.

But this is not a critics point of view. It’s a simple and worried kid with a couple of rock ambition folded inside. And a few rock albums under his sleeves too. Well, mostly MP3s I have collected down the 3 years. Bands that have made history and bands who failed to even impress me, have gone and come and failed and retorted and stayed on. But, I have never doubted that Rock will ever die.

The whole notion of Rock dying is such a fallacy. How in the hell can Rock ever die. Its evolution that we need to see. We were amoebas when we started. Then we became a fish. Then we went to become monkeys and then apes. Then the curse of world, the parasites, the virus of the world came at the end of the evolutionary cycle….called Humans. Homo Sapiens.

The evolution of music was in a similar pattern. We had the niceties of classics. Meant for sons-of-bitches like kings and noblemen. WTF is a noblemen? How can anyone be a noblemen if he has the cash to show-off? Anyways, we had the classics. Then came jazz and then swing and then rock n roll. Then the parasites of music, the virus to pollute all, the non-ending saga of childishness, arrogance and egoism, called ROCK came to descend on the world. The finesse I have loved and hated. Not hated as much as I hate some girls, but very very close. The evolution of music doesn’t stop here.

First there was rock. Bob Dylan and Deep Purple. The notorious drug-addict freaks. Then came the Doors and The Who…..still the notorious drug-addict freaks. But this time there was an addition to their criticism. It was revolution and rebellion. The upheaval and the search for the ultimate peace and shit in the world. Then with the end of the era of (still) good boys…came the bad boys. The ones we still call the gods. The Black Sabbath, The Led Zeppelin, The Aerosmith, The Pink Floyd, The Jethro Tull……cant name all of those mother fuckers in one line. There is just too many to even put down. Then the evolution got down to its usual business again. And transformed itself to glam rock and the all two faced psychedelia of rock got easier to chase and learn. There were bands forming everywhere. On the streets, on the pavement, on the lanes, under bridges, over heavens and below hell.

The 80s had Metallica, U2, Megadeth, Sepultura, GNR……think they will be the Mozarts and the Beethovens of rock music. But the favorite of that era, was a small band with a grungy vocalist, bad bassist and an equally bad drummer……called Nirvana. “Smells like Teen Spirit”. The line which changed my rock-loving years…..

“And I forget
Just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile.
I found it hard
It was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, Nevermind”.

The last stanza in the teen spirit song. Cobain and his one night stand song. Nirvana . The foundation of grunge alternative rock. The facet of one man to commit suicide because he hated fame. The cocaine, heroin mix of rock…..the seattle rock age. The love and my passion.

Well, whenever I think of Nirvana or Cobain…..I cant really concentrate on what I am writing. It’s a personal thing and its something I hate about my favorite band in the universe. Over the years, since I first heard Cobain sing “All Apologies”, I have never really liked any other band and would probably never be able to. And I think I am cool with that.

Linkin Park, Korn, Audioslave, Pearl Jam…..all these bands are more than good. They are awesome actually. But I can never love them as I loved Nirvana. And its not that good. I try to settle down into a cocoon of my own. But the cocoon has a very hard shell and I would never be able to break it. Well, Nirvana has one bad effect.

Anyways, gotta go. My booze is here and have a long drinking night ahead. So, Rock On.

5^th April, 2007. 11.20 P.M.

The beach melody

I’m watching my brain build up walls,
Its going on slow, shivering slow.
A vague known emotion called laughter erupts,
I have heard it play, like music plays.

More I ask, the lesser I get,
The fictitious emotion again clears the air.
Oh, the beauty of nature, don’t solace me so much,
Wait a while, till I arrive at your gaining sensation.

It’s a clear moonlight night,
Not even the last birds wants to fly.
They are horrid scared to become a part of the night,
The sandy, tanned, clear moonlight night.

I am shivering due to the cold and mild wind,
The crashing of the end is disturbing me.
My pockets and my hands are dirty with the mud and the sand,
But I am more worried about my head filled with the same shit.

The train of thought don’t seem to wait,
And I don’t have any thoughts as yet.
I’m flowing through every sea and sky,
But I’m lost…..so lost, that I don’t know if I should cry.

Crazy and ridiculous I sound,
The infinite sea always has its effect on me.
It has given me so much and has taken so much as well,
I don’t know whether to complain, but it set me free.

April 3rd, 2007. 2.35 A.M.

A prayer to inspiration

Come my source of inspiration,
Delude me in the womb of your grace.
Take me to the higher worlds and the lower hells,
In thoughts I start to maze.

Make me fight the demons of myself,
And express the worldliness around me.
Pour vodka of words from my heart,
To really show I can cry and I can glee.

Make me loud enough for a small crowd,
And hide the whispers.
Conceal inside you what I don’t want to be,
And show everything as a blur.

Bless me with a vision,
And grace me with an oracle.
Ideas only prophecies can ever endeavor,
And deeds that only A one can miracle.

Let me thank those whom I cant directly thank,
And curse whom I don’t want to.
Let the sea of hatred and jealousy be dissolved,
In guilt and shame I don’t want to stay for you.

Let me ask for more than I want,
Hell I care, `cos I know I am bit delusional.
Sometimes I am so innocent to ask more than my carriage,
Its my innocence that made me responsible.

Hope is the structure of my inspiration,
It’s what kept me alive and made my compositions.
Its not easy to hope in the bright lights of despair,
Well, screw that, let me send a prayer to inspiration.

1st April, 4.25 a.m. Rock on......

Was listening to "Fair" by Remy Zero. Bloody depressing song.......but good gloomy lyrics--"So what if you catch me, where would we land? In somebody's life, forsaking his hands".

Fools like me just rush in…..

Bored and in a nausea,
A hellish feeling of unfriendliness.
Victim of the turning new world,
The kids are probably alright.

Summer’s coming close too,
And winter’s calmly caving in.
Autumn just stayed for a short time,
A rain of tear is nearing by.

Where is my destiny,
Cant see anywhere close.
But probably I certainly don’t care,
But what if I did?

I have slept enough,
But I don’t want to wake up.
God of laziness is my prayers,
Poetry, my expression.

Confused and a little mixed up,
About questions I need to answer.
Whether it’s a big mistake,
Or I have lamely followed my heart.

The only emotion is laughter,
That’s what I care.
I would cry to have it,
And grin on without thinking twice.

Its called unlucky,
The subtle voice of failing.
Its touched me sometimes,
And penetrated me sometimes.

Mistakes are a part of life,
It was not hard for me to learn that.
A simple man can become complex,
I learnt it the hard way.

I’m not lonely,
Have told myself a million times.
I’m not unique,
But have started believing in that.