Trees!!

All is slipping away
can this be done,
can this be done?
I know you know the feeling,
its tuesday happening again,
I know you know the feeling,
hurt me to feel the pain.
good afternoon easy,
the night is sunshine today,
all such loneliness,
waiting now for tuesday.
all is not lost,
its simple to tell oneself,
eclectic thoughts erode,
i turn around for help.
those who were there,
are not happy again,
dust in the sunlight,
striking the window pane.
all is slipping away,
this is not done,
this is not done.
we are respectable people,
strange in our own delight,
caused to follow what is said,
and what isnt ostracized.
fragile as i cant see,
my frail frame fades,
frozen so unsocially,
vulnerable and insatiated.
slipping in this mind,
beneath to the extremes,
say and speak aloud,
ivory and enzymes.
all is slipping away,
whats done is done,
whats done is done..?

The little trivia I keep.

Leh/Ladakh!! 2004!!

IN NARCOMA

im living in the pacified
a need to opiate shall arise
then i will walk over and ask
can i please borrow one last

there are senses and there is void
a little oblivion and a ceratain paranoid
so they left me to be
as i came back to where i started

now im falling back
back to where the mist began

but it comes and takes me over like a need for some sleep
its just another of its ways
so now it shall ask me how the feel still feels
in narcoma and closer to death

no wonder they call the mad
when the mad dont come themselves
they think its easier said than done
to defeat those who have never won

we arent still there but i can feel me reach
an undertow hanging like a thread
so now it shall ask me to wash my blood and bleach
in narcoma and cloaser to death

today the mad shall think its their day
they gonna fight and imagine them win
aint gonna care for the times we had to light
just a pyre and the burning at night

the question that was asked still remains so
but the times they have been a changed
now we can cry and hang our heads in shame
but its too late and they wont wait

walk the plateau, take a breath , call me insane
i take a drag and lie back on bed
make a temple, do a deed , take my other name
in narcoma and closer to death.


This would lead not only to the creation to me gmail id but hold way more significance than anything. Quit it already, me, no!!

Random pickup from sometime way back...
Seems to be 2004 again.

They talk honest
lifes led proper
im another from the comics
but iv lived it sober
im out of the blood stream
exit of the ol' cream
im not so happy yet not gay
even if the almighty existed
i still woudlnt pray
cuz im not to be bought
im on my own
im the little light in the shadows
im just the last creep that cried
with the witness who never said who died
so they ask and yet they ask
and yet theres no reply
they stil do task and ask n ask
even the victim never tried
im not sorry for the nature
i cant be blamed for the architecture
it was built before i was born
the house i left that dawn

I was stupid back then, very.
Immunity to be sold, redemption unpurchased!! haha!!

August 2003!! Nargarh Fort, Jaipur
3 A.M. Unhappy with life.

I hate it when u assume
the figures just to suit u
your needs are as bad as mine
but the answers never fine

delivery boy has no change
my call seems so out of range
I cant die just an also ran
jim morrison singin the backdoor man

so i cry and i try
and i know whats right
cuz im perplexed by imaginations
and the fear of tonight

im relexed in pictures
that float all around
making noises giving sounds
they make me listen
they make me grace
they make me love and then make me hate

so try and position ur feet in my shoes
try and leave a little for my gratitude
believe its just another obligation
as they start with the scar tissue

im changing

2 artists mentioned!! RHCP, The Doors!!
The delivery boy was a kid we met on the way and asked for Rs. 19 in return for the Rs. 50 we gave him for somehing we acquired!!

New Delhi, Vasant Kunj!!
Appx. - July 2004!!

My cheesiest writing. Takes me guts to put it up. Dont read it, please!!

She stood in the shadows
nothing i want was more
she moved when she looked at me
as she boarded the 604

7 18 PM, i was right there again
id had nights having dreams
wasnt gonna let her miss on me

she camne and she took the same
so did i, as did other men
i was gonna say hi
but she was off at B-10

I havent seen her since
the dream isnt 'has been'
do crave for that eastern skin
i just want to feel

7 18 PM
i was right there again
she didnt come
i went back the road i came

Written somewhere because I had to. I was so imposed upon, I dont think I even heard music for long!!

January 2002!!
Wrote this afterone of my finest works - Jalap!! This one has a lot more inner self, just a little uncomposed!!
Its vaguely similar to nothingness!!

Addicted To Ice!!

One of those times
I know im falling for good
Im addicted to ice
like its all that ever could
dont begin to get me now
its too late,a little far fetched
all said to be said has been said
its like life thats never ever there
its the last motion to the grail
on a homewards bound money train
something about the day after tomoroow
im losing the sense of this trail;
werent we leavng with any meaning
to the thought that came
never existed to the signs
thats lost their intricacy on their own
and now are left with a breather design
all hate that alls correct
is all and more as yet is still to fend
for no one waits as the time calls
its the decision to make me show how i am
and what this is all..
im falling and gone not once but thrice
im trying to stand but im addicted to ice
I want to leave for another zone
but ill wait till im all alone.

Id read some book, if im not mistaken which spoke about "touching the ice" or maybe not.
Would have been or should have been moving on to the partial metal phase.

Delhi Winters!! 28th December 2005!!

Solitude, Opposite Death, New Delhi - 110070.

Name it for me!!

Pseudo thoughts from naked brains,
karma crates and frigid lanes.
Organized crime meets hated cops,
Onus based with polio drops.
Faulty lines and market schemes,
window panes through laser beams.
Broken casts, shimmering lights,
day shifts ending late at night.
Ideas laced with solo dreams,
if they be good, you work still as team.
Eighty two on the highway west,
graveyard shift on potato chips.
Pro-active dated for thy next,
analysis, reference to context.
Hazards, creating level sparks,
children forced out of parks.
Hue and Cry o'er environment,
why give a fuck, when you know now whats meant?
Common man and interest rates,
rich are those with poor tastes.
Vandals, Scandals, Rape and Sex,
All the Best for Two Thousand Six.

I was listening to a lot of R.E.M and The Doors after years. Was quite on a trip of the Depeche Mode 2005 album. It all counts, little!!

Kaziranga Wildlife Sanctuary, 2005!!
All alone after a trip from Arunachal Pradesh by bus. We got off at the sanctuary but it was closed due to heavy rainfall and we were forced to get high on random stuff we can carry in packets!!
Here follows an embrasure, a lithium to the procratination.

Graced to hate, waste to die
Subtleties, framed by our own lies
we conceive to make what one needs
perceived by others as fraternity
waiting to hate everyone at hand
i just said, spoke and...
this process ochlesis,
i cannot stand in here
fratricidal anti thesis
im subdued by fear
get to me before they reach
names submerged within a file
hit and left to bleed
death to the the haemophile
Narcosis laden little people
a gata in germinate
terrene is all entity
quodlibet, to abate.
A quoin, lemma dation
rituals placed ypsiliform
ramequin, placid and placate.
'male animo',murder hartshorn
Lacerations all around,
caught across a simple weft
gauche that make difficult
what is yours shall be left.
Ecbatic to make so normal
zeta that will not fit
eidetic and left in void
ergo, they know yet encrypt.
Idem is the thought ichor
omenta uncut, still the same

One of the best word usages in my life. It was far away from anything remotely urban!! I hadnt seen a cellphone in 14 days.
45 minutes after writing this, I tripped over glass and cut my leg. Blood flowed. I didnt feel a thing. I must have been high.

I was on an Opeth meets Ravi Shankar trip back then.

Mumbai 2006!!
I was semi-stoned, heaven evaporated!! It just blurred out onto the paper!!

There is little space
the door has its hankerchief
I need a quiet moment
need me to be there.
the glass is where it once wasnt
the screams ring loudly than they ever have
unique was the quiet
late was the absonite
it hits when it shouldnt
I should have just died.
its moments away and i sleep still,
peratined to the minions of the very happiness
sleep
admonished by mandate
shall the wake be late
eyes closed longer is good
synchronized norwegian wood.
Transliterating sounds
the quietness mounts
do i wait still, still?
still? did the sleep just die?
known by the first source
the sphere remains, confused
venus me, my love, venus
ohh!! the beauty of it all
the sleep left unpronounced
eyes timid with viscocity
bed unattached thanks to gravity.
realpolitik, acturial sciences
recherche my tactile tapis.
Daguerreotype unclicked
its the next wannabe attempt
close circuit to kill
they abruptly near.
As close as it gets
my sleep needs news,
my sleep needs you,
im lost within night
awake till tonight.
The pantoglot of ages
speaker of languages
im the minnow beneath fervour
drop down boxes and her.
the sleep is needed
the sleep required
leave me, my hold,
i need to close.
mantistic my roll,
the kaleidoscope of scroll.
tamaricaceous by tenor
a horrid dream to cure,
calculated upon lambada
its sleep no more.
mannequins unfound
architechture to down,
the coefficient on count,
I goto sleep so sound.
I wish you'd die and id make sense,
I'd go to sleep taking you as evidence

I think I had been brough onto a Norwegian Woods trip - The Beatles - thanks to a friend. Thereby, the track gets a mention. The Fab Four must be damn lucky for a motherfucking mention!! eh!!

Manali-Leh 2005!!
324 kms away from Ladakh when I found a pencil at the back of the Tata Sumo's deck!!

One town to one village,
the stigma with the call,
shorouded by temporary glances,
nestled on my own.
Imitation mirror,
ridiculed castles,
a need to differ,
bridge o'er the river.
Stopped by blindfolds,
They'd grand by epitah!
A hyssop exterior.
Im alone, left
So confused by extremes,
anexxed by thy grace,
She paints with spatula,
the bag-packs are lost,
the stones dont turn,
we are all alone.
The town girl raceme,
Charging us fiction,
perplexed by emotion,
will this ever come again?
A microfilm of sundance,
a broken camera to me,
throughout the dark,
never another journey.


I think I was listening to Simon and Garfunkel those days.

This is going to be me ode to all the random writings done by me during the past 7 years of writing. From pathetic cheesy imitations to some really thought provoking but easy writings.
They are more valuable than most of the random benign great stuff I have written!!

CheerS!!

These works have been made at places from Bus Stops in the Delhi summer heat to Leh and Ladakh trips when I stopped for water to an arbit evening all alone in Mumbai to the Air India journey on my way to Tokyo.