Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Desperation re-united

Leave it to the poet.

He does that better.

Expressing the feelings.

Of a lonely soul.

One big planet.

One lonely soul.

One long poem.

Bugger.

The narrow bent of his psyche.

Has complicated matters.

For the lonely soul.

The more he tries to figure it out.

More he gets.

Figures in billions.

Nobody is asking for an explanation.

Yet they keep on explaining.

This is this that is that.

Fuck man just shut up.

Let me write something.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Palindrome Syndrome

An effort to get ahead.

To excel and prove.

One's deeper levels of frustration.

Not being able to visualize.

The dreams.

For a future.

In which one would live.

Sometime.

Will that be sufficient?

Not living on the present.

Pursuing the future.

Confusing.

The future will one day be the present.

Then?

Hmmmm......

But this present- what about it?






Vandee Maatram

The talk is confined.

The song is not.

It is my national song.

I want to sing it.

Some don't want to sing.

Don't push them.

This is about emotions.

One does not have to sing a song.

Or know the meaning.

One can be a patriot.

By just being one in heart.

But I still want to sing it.

Vandee Maatram.



Thursday, August 24, 2006

Seven years in Tibet

Do we need to wish you?

Happy Birthday.

Many prospered.

So did you.

But to tell you the truth.

I don't know about others.

You were the first one.

I did.

And I still love doing you.

And I love you.

Monday, August 21, 2006

The fire-eaters

There is this story.

About.

A knight with pen and paper.

Who was always told.

His Pen is mightier than their sword.

Till one fine day.

He crossed his pen with their sword.

His hands were chopped.

His throat was slit.

And he was cut into pieces.

Put in a sack and buried somewhere.

There was this another knight.

He believed the camera was his weapon.

And he would tell the truth.

Till he was pounded with.

For possessing the weapon.

And trying to use it.

He was blown into pieces.

Buried in the rubble.

Different people.

Different views.

Strange.






Friday, August 18, 2006

The Drunkan Chutia

The vibes you carry.

Do they matter?

Yes they do.

When you are involved.

For others can carry.

And you can shout.

But when others mimic.

You just do.

What you are best at.

Shout and scream.

Obnoxious.

Won't call you names.

But you think it does not matter.

Yes, indeed.

It seriously does not matter.

So stop screaming.

For there is no sympathy for you.


Thursday, August 17, 2006

Fool's Paradise

The river flows.

It looked happy.

So did we.

Meeting friends or dear ones.

After a long time.

Always made everyone happy.

Happiness is simplicity.

Not another explanation.

To your under- achievement.

The erosion of the remaining days.

From your life.

Makes you realize.

What a fool you have been made.

Running after the same story.

Which everyone ran.

Some used steroids.

Lost their crowns.

Others toiled hard.

Still lost their ground.

Trying to give a new angle.

But the director won't budge.

And a happy ending is not included.

At least for now.

Till you finish the race.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Pseudo Steadfastness

Lost in the jungle.

It is hard to survive.

When personal beliefs shatter.

At every step.

You cannot stand for anymore.

The conscience goes numb.

The competition is tough.

The jungle is really, really wild.

Less prey more walk.

Pray more for more prey.

Tough.

Did anyone say something?

Big fish small fish.

Small fry.

How about some vodka and small fry?

With a stick of carrot.

The donkey is not a fool.

Losers.


Bloggers suicides

The bloggers rant, rant and pant.

And one fine day.

They end their lives.

Two ranters in a single month.

Can we get the statistics?

Someone organise a poll.

The situation is dire.

Please.

Why bloggers end their fucking lives?

Losers, Cheaters.

That too.

Pseudo.

Friday, August 11, 2006

The Perfect Present

The fastest.

Yet to start.

Historians have left.

Data entry operators.

Work at night shifts.

For history is still being made.

Its realization a bit uneasy.

For there is very less time left.

To read History.

Or to think about it.

Whatever.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Thank you all

Running through these lanes.

Of Freedom of Expression.

One can feel the hard work.

That went to make this happen.

The amount of hours wasted.

Thinking about something.

Giving that something a shape.

Presenting it in the best way possible.

For oneself and for brethern.

To some it was spontaneous.

For others it was painstaking.

But all enjoyed.

A short time has passed in life.

But a long one here.

Some came and left.

But some stuck to the work.

Others regularly enjoyed the fruits.


Monday, August 07, 2006

The 2 stops

It takes a long time.

We always compared.

It took him 113 attempts.

How many did you try?

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Don't leave the kids alone

We will make sure.

You don't get any education.

And even if you do.

We won't give you employment.

And if you are employed.

Just to get educated.

Remember we can always.

Pull you out of there.

We will pull you out of the tea-stalls.

Drag you out of the food- stalls.

From the garages and carpet factories.

To the children's home.

Where you truly belong.

Though we cannot accomodate you all.

Yet we can always try.

For without you.

Our purpose is lost.

Lions of Sariska

The lion is back.

You do bet on lions.

The tiger might come too.

But you don't bet on tigers.

The jungle looks empty.

Without the tiger.

Honey-collectors are sad.

Pollen is hard to find.

Their cousins manage it.

Frame by frame.

The rolling is done.

The spit is applied.

Rubbing completed.

If you don't see him.

It is certain that.

He is watching you.

But.

With pain and anger.

You wiped him out of Sariska.

And you almost wiped him out of.

Sunderbans.