Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Two Nomads


Two of us, in the rain
Stood together
As if,
Bonded by tears
Bonded by smears
Enslaved
Confined
Shackled
In this so-called institution
Of marriage
What was love once
Now feels like
Capital Punishment

There's no hate just
Boredom,
Life's no thrill just
Linear Motion
The Hurricane of love
Which took us
Heaven,
The dust of it
Settled
There's no hurricane, just
Whiff.

Stand we two
Overbored
Underamused
In face of each other
Empty
Void
Trivial
Weak
All of the stuff
Too blinded by love
To see, To feel
No contempt though
Just Bored.

Bored by reality
Fascinated once by
Love Illusions 
Nasty Delusions
Oue own Seclusion
But,
Let's begin
Once more
Like we first met
And were struck
By Hurricane.



p.s. just for the record i aint married not even close to the posibility of it any time now... the poem was inspired by a married couple i saw at a multiplex sum time ago, they seemed so bored of each other, so much so that they didnt even feel like talking to one another. i dont know much about what to say, i just know that its a sad thing to happen to anybody.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Abhinav Bindra


A bespectacled millionaire
A Golden Gun
A Proud Nation
An Immortal Glory
A laser beam focus
A rock solid determination
To scale new heights
Never scaled by any
Of the billion children
Born on this land.

The grandeur shot
A moment of honour
An overdose of fame
Praise, splendour, nobleness
Hides the
Pain, struggle, labor
You gave up everything
For Gun
For Shooting
You sacrificed the material
No fear
No distraction
Just a single aim
Numero Uno spot

The tricolour in Beijing
Was grateful
For finally one of it's son
Made it Touch The Sky
A triumphant Jana-Gana-Mana
Never felt so arrogant
To honour the gold-winner
Such Integrity, Such Discipline
The nation was spellbound
Too elated to speak
The Nation bows with
Tears of joy.

For you, our hero.

i waited for the hoo-haa around Abhinav Bindra to die so i can post his poem... the media has other news and beijing mania has died too but AB will be in history books forever..

Friday, September 12, 2008

IF MY LIFE WERE A MOVIE


If your life were a movie right now, what celebrity would get the lead role and what type of movie would it be? A drama? Documentary? Comedy? Science Fiction? Action? Thriller?

If my life, right now, were a movie it would be a Thriller, definitely a Thriller! 21 years since i joined the human race ... 2 decades of infinite entertainment to everyone who has ever been related to me in any way... First things first Akshay Kumar would definitely play the lead role ( Himesh? wht say?? do u mind ? lol!) and you know it would be nuthing less than a Priyadarshan's comedy flick!!

Cast: Akshay Kumar(me) , Jaya Bachchan(mumma) , Sushmita Sen (best friend) , Amrish Puri (dad *hehe!).
Plot: There's one dude who refuses to grow up.... his quirks his pranks and his spiritual quest to find the ultimate truth in life!! He is the plot, he is not only a protagonist but also "the situation"!

Kaushik has only one aim in life- to live "on the edge".. right on the top of cliff end. Only a rush of adrenaline can fit his definition of life... Kaushik is living life on the fast lane an it has is consequences... he is struck by lightning not once but twice.. 

How these two incidents shape up his life and philosophy... how these incidents challenge the validity of everything he hold on to.. strap on your seat belts... his journey has just become yours!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Orphan


Then I was just a
Victim of the streets
Now, Here I stand
Ruling the streets
I'm on a wild wild
Killing Spree
Giving back to society
What it gave to me
Holy hate
Now everybody's fate
Is in my hands
And this gun on your head

Deserted and dumped
On birth
I was society's burden
And responsibility
Instead I was
Abused and ignored
Now nobody dare
Overhear my call
Then, streets owned me
Now I stand here
Owner of these streets

Hungry and isolated
As a little kid
I learned by cognition
All wicked ways of
This cruel society
I didn't matter
Till I became a thorn
Better bow in respect
Or salute in fear
Call me a devil's heir
But better behave 
When I'm near.

Then, I screamed
And wailed for Help
Society is deaf, I learned
Now, they listen
For their life depends
On my every word

A Student of
Misery and poverty
Now Teacher of
Hatred and violence
You'll pay too
There's enough
Rage inside me.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

MindGame


Everyday a million thoughts arise
For desires aplenty my mind cries
Illusions and delusions blind the eye
Through five senses its Maya in disguise
The cravings of Mind never end
Greed fills the heart of all on land
Face the valleys to reach the peaks
Conquering Mind is not an attribute of weak

Water cannot be split in two
Hope is Mind, Mind is Hope's duet
Active thinking the mind never rests
So many worries burneth the chest
Running in circles worry never ceases
Future or Past is where the mind is
Feeding on the bitter regrets of past
Reservoir of memories seem so vast

Watch! the Mind its subtle way
Dreams it weaves night and day
Soon the truth will unfurl
Tho' it shock you like whirl
Face it! The real will turn to unreal
Have the courage don't slip to fear
A new light on your eyes will dawn
Lord Shiva bless you with Moksha

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Chritian Dior



All we want is Chritian Dior
Armani i have enuf i still want more
Gucci is what separates me and my foes
My personal invitation from Hilfiger at door
I am good enuf i dont need Giovani to roar
My style statement is a popular lore
I am the best, i am here to soar
My thoughts are capitalist to the core
I have a heart of Swarovski for sure
My feet only with Reebok hit the floor
I sweat it out for Nike its so pure
My breaths happen when Van Heusen is close
I am sold out to grand Materialistic show
My life's measured in Brands, i'm so whore.

untitled


untitled my life fades
unheard my voice fetters
lost in millions
costing in penny
untitled my life fades

utopian visions i once had
life has crushed 'em all
sweet dreams now
ugly thorns
life has crushed 'em all.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Touch The Sky


I want to touch the sky
Talk with clouds
Share some secret of mine
Sing with birds
And hear them cry
Dance with God
Imbibe his vibes of might.

I want to touch the sky
Glance at earth below
A whole plantation of misery and lies
The sky's so pure
With innocence, no child can defy
Such immense splendour
No riches dare to scale it's heights.

I want to touch the sky
Listen to the wind
For they tell me it's wise
Fight with gale
It's some adventure in disguise
Aim for stars
For i still have miles to see.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Foolish Wisdom



My life is a jigsaw puzzle
Breaking free of the muzzle
Sitting alone with a zen-like calm
Destruction and demise in my palm.

Love is close, so is hate
Root deep mates, split in vain
I take refuge in Ignorance
Freedom calls with its fragnance.

More to come, more to depart
Makes no sense my wild wild heart
Life is a flux i have realised
Be a fool, there's nothing in being wise.

There's no point in point of view
Mystery around i have no clue
Dont be a slave, be a lover
Be it winter, spring or summer.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Unsung Hero


Lonely boulevard greets the unsung hero

Walking alone he accepts the silent applause

His feats had matched that of Gods

His courage made demons tremor

Only heavens witnessed the triumph of his spirit

His story is an epic untold and forgotten

Sky and earth- the mute spectators will recall

How a man once proved himself a MAN

All his glory will just be a memory

Evanescent fairy tale buried in Silence

Lonely boulevard greets the unsung hero

Unhealed wounds scream his grandeur

For once the mighty Sun bowed in respect

Flowers paid homage by blooming his way

The unsung hero of ours accepts his Fate

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Cost Of Education


The Ragamuffin boy
Picks up my study book
And attempts
To understand the alphabets
And decipher the figures

Education for him
Is a distant destination
Some fairy land description
Can you feel him?
Such helplessness and
Hopelessness of a destitute

Stripped by destiny
Robbed by fate
Is being poor here
The biggest crime?
His is just another life
Wasted.
above pic taken by me in Sec 18 Noida, the street kid was watching television from the window of a popular eatery.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Stars Are Scars


The stars above high and migh

Are nothing but tears of the sky

Alone it stands, alone it cries

Nobody to live for, for whom can it die?

Loneliness so vast even bird's cant deny

Standing alone, in a corner, quietly it sighs

Million tears to decorate still we think it smiles!

Dusk


As the sun bids us farewell
Crimpson coloured sky echoes its glory
Subtle breeze melt my heart
A snag rolls down my cheek
Hedonism is your new religion
Innocence- your only disposition
Amnesia is your new malady
Knowledge and Memories- a distant melody
Trees are greener than ever
Ranting their euphoric lustre
First few stars dot the sky
Red sky dissapears hiding as a lie
Some artist painted a moon so bright
This ain't myth, it's the beginning of night.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Podium


Every day I triumph, Every day I climb
Every day I pour everything into my rhyme
Every day I find success in there lines
Every day the world stands up for me

Standing Ovation
The podium is my only destination
They've coronated me Numereo Uno
I ain't second to none, you know

Always led the rank and files
Born to reign and to rise
Speaking truth in web of lies

I'm used to walking on peaks
Impossible is nothing
This is my education, my only seek.

Mountain View


Another day,another night
Have no reasons to fight
So many people,so many complains
Keep your words dont make me insane

Rain or sunshine treading the miles
Never cheering the laughter or cries
Silently waiting with a zen-like calm
My mind is parroting a rant

Neither hope nor motivation
Let me be my own inspiration
No road-maps no place to go
Just that i want to roar.

Why am i running this race
Ain't got any saving grace
There's a cliff here is me
Let me climb for a view to see.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Star in the making...

Thats real crazy man..... m sitting on my laptop and i discover this tiny little dot called web-cam which i had never ever used so i got my act together... and here's a clip which can definitelt win me an Oscar! Is Ram Gopal Verma looking? u knw i can play the next lead role in any of his movie..... or may be mahesh bhatt!!! u knw a struggling and a talented actor is waiting in line to be a mega star.... m so humble!!!! sometimes i envy myself for my exemplary humility.... Sigh.. Sigh..

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Disposition




This sadness, this madness
My empty Mind
My ill-disposition
I run, search in vain
The answers
My Mind's transfixed
The tears never come
My eyes remain dry
They bleed inside
Trade my madness
Cure my sadness
Can you?
Wise words, do you know?
My rage, my cage
Whey love feels like hate?
Call me saint
Call me fool
I dont care for your version
I laugh at my misery
I cry at my fortune
I really dont mind me
And you shouldn't too
Leave me here
Alone and confused
Wounded
My scars, my trophies
United i fall
Alone i fly
For your love
It makes me bleed
I realise my lack
Let me dissapear
Dont debate, its too late.







p.s. photo taken by me near the ISKCON temple, Nehru Place New Delhi.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

SELF-HELP TERROIST GUIDE>>>>>>>>


INTRODUCTION
A terrorist was actually a fictional character created by the American government in 1949 to help Russian schoolchildren cross the road safely. Terrorists came into life, turned out to be crazy, completely nuts, and acted as US supported nukes against the Soviet(for a while). Later (after watching the movie Frankenstein) they turned against the US. Still later, they turned against everyone else in the world including their wives, parents, and pet puppies.

DISAMBIGUATION
Terrorists are not to be confused with tourists. You can negotiate with a terrorist.

IDENTIFICATION
One can easily recognize them by their beard, “do-it-urself” suicide vest kit, the towel on their head, (which they use in emergency situations such as unavailability of toilet paper) and an AK47. Some say “one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter”. That’s completely true as long as the other man is a lameass terrorist himself.

Here are some ways to identify them at different places:

In the loo—If you find an unflushed potty or if you smell sweat mixed with ElPaso perfume, then be careful, there might be one around.

In the metro trains—If you find an abandoned piece of luggage, run for you life, don’t try to be a hero unless you work with the bomb squad.

In Hyderebad(India)—If you bump into a guy, beware.. there is a (very)small chance that he may not be a terrorist.



If you are scared, they already won, because the very essence of terrorism is creating terror. Activities and hobbies keep changing as randomly as the dollar-yen relation and the Fijian government, but mostly they are more or less as follows:
--Driving airplanes into buildings
--Digging burros near mountains
--Driving panzers into houses
--Forgetting suitcases in airports (u know what suitcases)
--Claiming responsibility for any explosion caused anywhere
--Shouting “JIHAD” (whatever the hell it may mean)
--Getting caught
--Committing suicide

PERSONAL TOUCH
Name: Terrorist
Father: Sam...( 'Uncle Sam' that is)
Mother: N.Korea
Birthplace: Afghanistan
Religion: Haha... u gotto be kidding
Sex: hardly once a year
Marital Status: married 14 times and still looking
Children: So many

Monday, July 28, 2008


Koi tan dukhi.koi mann dukhi;

Koi dhan bin rahat udaas;

Thode thode sab dukhi;

Ek sukhi Ram ka dass.



I Melt


I Melt
I don't know you and me
There's only exist exist a 'we'
Where do 'you' begin and 'I' end?

I Melt
Don't know what I should name this
But this is what becoming one is
Sealed by a kiss

I Melt
Am I you or are you me?
Am I sane or is this insanity?
Illusions of egos and personality.

I Melt
Like colours mingle and concieve
You and me have become one to recieve
A union of souls for heavens to see.

Little Kid And Frog


A little Frog leaps and jumps
The little kid runs and chases
The frog is no longer a frog
Frog is an event, an occasion
A celebration
A happening
For me the frog is still a frog
But for the new kid, his new eyes
The unadulterated mind
Celebrates the existence of frog
And through his eyes
I re-discover the frog
Like I once did
When I was as new as this kid