Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Life of million shades
life of million shades,
persuade me as ace of spades,
a hint of something about to happen
once again sighs at me as if its time to loose someone,
the gigantic pain that is yet to return,
took an ugly turn and swallowed a loved one.
all I could do is let it happen,
foolishly thinking that my pain would ooze,
continued to suffer in vain .
what kind of a luck what kind of a chance.
life of million shades gives you another chance,
teaches you to contradict its own trance .
yet you can learn to live the life in your terms without guilt,without commitment,
without pretence,with fair human element,
life of million shades
persuades me to ask for another chance.
persuade me as ace of spades,
a hint of something about to happen
once again sighs at me as if its time to loose someone,
the gigantic pain that is yet to return,
took an ugly turn and swallowed a loved one.
all I could do is let it happen,
foolishly thinking that my pain would ooze,
continued to suffer in vain .
what kind of a luck what kind of a chance.
life of million shades gives you another chance,
teaches you to contradict its own trance .
yet you can learn to live the life in your terms without guilt,without commitment,
without pretence,with fair human element,
life of million shades
persuades me to ask for another chance.
Brain drillers (TV CHANNELS) sings a song (Dedicated to Indian News Channels )
Bum babum bum
can you kick the bum
mr lazy bum,just be a bum
we bring you so much fun,
we are channel number one,
news is what we make,
truth is what we shake,
bum babum bum...
We showcase the Nation, cause you lots of frustration,
you don't really need to find out whats going on."
we are there to show you, how far things have gone.
Bum Babum bum, can you kick the bum,
We just have to look good,we just have to sound good,
god we found a great way to show case our talent,
all we need is you,and all we ask you is to be a bum,
don't be so emotional, News is always sensational,
dirty little secrets,we get for you,dirty little lies we tell you.
and our dirty little fingers are into your brains and under your
bum bum bum
we will do the innuendo,we will dance and sing
when it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing.
we believe in that crap is the king,so just take what we bring,,
now you can also sing
bum bum bum, I am a lazy bum,
intelligent Brain Drillers (TV CHANELS) are with me,
couch potato is what they make me .
crimson
Mad Musings ...for my forlorn lover
I was this guy crazy and creative,
For me love was superlative
It was never something so real,
May be something only on a film reel.
In the past, no girl ever even dared,
CAS she knew she would be dead
But, someone somewhere broke this wall,
That made me fall for her,
Something in her, I see
Oh my god, she is all over me.
At your first sight,
I had this big fight, right inside my head
Someone daring to break this evil thread
But, that was just a phase,
Now everything has fallen into place.
Now, these petty things don’t matter in life,
I have realized something more than life.
Maybe previously every expression was a result of frustration,
But now every expression is from a source of inspiration.
I lived day by day painting love
That was the only love,
Which was always with me.
With all these lovers around me,
I painted butterflies and petals,
With all kinds of colors.
But now there is a miracle
My paintings have reached a pinnacle.
I can feel those butterflies and petals
Feel the scent in those colors
There was something flaunting
Then I realized it was you in that painting
I am loving all my works even more
Cas every painting has you in-store
I see myself in you
Now I don’t need a mirror its true
When I see me in you ,
I start feeling beautiful too
You have this aura
Which smells sweet as flora
Every stroke in my work has got life
Every second of my life I feel so rite
Now I am getting deep into every lyric
I don’t know I am acting like a cynic
I have come so far with this song
I forgot for whom is this song
This is so weird and funny…
Just joking …
This is for you chaitu …uraf… chinni
World pledge ...pen
From Troy to Illinois,
Russia to Prussia,
Chennai, Dubai, Shanghai
Or London, Paris, Hanoi…
Let there be some rain, let there be the sunshine,
Fresh, lush meadows & mountain terrains …
Look there is the world out there, calling us to swap and share
Let us all Pledge to save Humanity, To the best of our capacity
It’s high time that we take over,
To erase Boundaries forever
Now is the time to find a good way
The World needs all of us let’s not shy away
Earth is the home for all living beings,
We are solely liable for its wellbeing
So, let’s all, the citizens of Tomorrow,
Through faith & trust let’s further furrow
Waiver or vacillate never to exchange
Be you the first agent of Change!
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
words they don’t hear us...pen
Does your
dictionary give you all the help?
Absolutely comes
an answer from an etymologist…
may be, says a
seasoned writer
who cares, sighs
a disinterested observer,
falling
short-claims a lover...
perhaps!
incomplete are
the
words, phrases,
sentences,
foolish attempts
of comical alliances.
Songs stories
and poetic expressions are so
confusing in
nature
most times lost
in their own cultures
wrapped in their
regional linguistic expressions,
unable
to break-free their creators self indulged philosophical retrospections.
they stand no
help to no-one's agonies.
Songs stories and
poetic expressions are bunch of words,
words just words,
caged in dictionaries and thesaurus
used by humans as
they wished, struggling to survive
through
centuries,
words are
just directors’ actors,
color tubes in
the hands of freaky painters
bullets fuming
from a religious jihadist’s gun barrels .
Empathetic words,
if questioned might say, Oh friend!
we never
experience what you go through
we are plain words...we
try hard to understand...but we fail..
just the way you
always did in choosing us or using us.
and when we are served
to you ,
we hardly make sense to you,
and you blame us saying,
utterly rubbish , meaningless senseless .... words.
Twilight Musings... May 18, 2011 at 7:59pm
The evening is so
Gay, Bright & pleasant,
A prompt feeling of
cheer peeped- in through the window.
Lone inside my room, lazing with internet
I felt a sudden
need to write this poem,
Then I said to
myself,
Inside me is also a
Man of energy & commitment,
He would never let
my dark side to swallow this Infant
Poem.
Evening sun,
shining smooth, wished me some luck in my endeavor.
My first thought
was scary, as my creativity always took birth from lonely Musings.
Ideas languished
for years, aged and took the shape of gloom –paintings.
The desire to know
the unknown, always aped an Halloween prank,
By now light dimmed
inside-out.
My restless heart looked
all-around for some source of inspiration,
or maybe an object of creation.
My untidy room cornered
my vision to Essential Picasso
and Betty Edward’s drawing
from the Artist with-in.
Successful artists
annoy me,
Screamed a voice
within. Hypocrisy rules…
Outside my window
by now,
Night showered with
no sight of moon.
The dim thought of poetry suddenly twinkled
and my vision cleared,
The greatest sacrifice that would be needed was to kill the
night,
Night
that turns creative in the hands of crazy artists
melts in the ever burning desires of Lovers ,
Swallows every grief even the death.
Fails me,
And locks me lone in this room,
Lost in recent histories, and disturbing love stories.
By now running out of patience ,
I dragged myself out of couch,
pulled off the rooms
window curtains
and opened the doors ,only to find a Bright shining star raising
high,
Illuminated my heart and unleashed my desires to fly.
Here ,
I end this lazy attempt to create a poem ,build by a
Bunch of chosen words ,and
Sentence myself to peace ,freedom ,and a
Good night’s sleep.
Like Father Like Son May 19, 2015
As I watch my little boy playing with his disco-ball,
I suddenly witness a Déjà-vu
or say, just like a fresh start
solar yellow - orange beams lashes out from his half- open palms
to spoil the preset chiaroscuro of my room.
Nevertheless,
a colossus image dominates my mind space
pain in heart surfaces to central stage,
and taste of tears: the timeless wheels roll-on…
as I travel back through the time ,
I landed in a similar situation, a similar room, similar mood, and maybe similar face too!
here, I stand in the vicinity of a man dark & handsome with rotten tanned teeth,
and an Impeccable smile…
or laughter rather!
His tanned tooth shimmered sharp, and reminded me of the half broken,
evanescent teeth of my son and his impish smile.
My dad’s shimmering smile brought me back from the flashback.
well, nevertheless
This expression of joy, and the worthwhile smile
Both my dad and my son shared,
Spreads out evenly in my heart,
And posed a quirky question
Where Art thou … 
Abstraction
It’s not me, who shaped it,
This is not my thought,
I did not notice when it occurred to me,
I was not given a choice to choose,
I am as naïve as you
I reject all accusations,
I am not the creator.
Yet,
The fact still stands to escape my conscious reasoning.
Yes my friend It took,
The shape of the shapeless desire’
Covered itself with the red herring views,
It also smelled like the smell less stench,
The size was so gigantic and endless,
That it could only be measured by itself.
Oh my dearest, I am so confused,
Lost in my own erroneous expressions,
Struggling to capture you with my derivations,
Shall I now accept you as answers to all my fears and frustrations?
Letting you, to swallow my huge inhibitions,
Leading me from the dark channels to ever expanding and
illuminating horizons,
Oh god!
What a clear confusion,
Cheating of human perception,
An idealistic illusion of a poetic expression,
Above all,
You are the slave’s only aspiration.
Freedom
My friend, You are such an abstraction!
Monday, April 17, 2017
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