Thursday, July 31, 2008


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
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


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.

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

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

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