Romantic Manifesto

How costly can a joke be?

How costlier can it get as days pass by, as years go down?

What price can one pay for it?

The joke laughs at me every moment of the day. I haven't got that chance to even laugh at my own creation.

Life goes and doesn't look back

I keep standing there

A place well forgotten.

Others have moved ahead with the spinning planet.

I defied all physics standing there from then on.

I watched the scorching heat, the biting cold, drizzling damsels n blossoming blooms

My feet still

My conscience moved in and out

Ideas changed

Ideals replaced ideas but none too great to wake me up

Sleepwalking, I try to get to the shore

To find it empty of the world that inhabited it.

I collect sea shells

To make a trophy for myself

To remind myself of the life once lost

Throbbing pain, Pungent guilt, Unpronounced Love

So filled the nostrils.

Taking in the smell of my own self and creation

Choked i wriggle to find the next word.

Why does my time stop when i feel happy about it

why do my clocks always reverse when i step forward unconsciously?

Why am i so uncertain of future , drenched in past?

Life doesn't give second chance.

I want life back and i don't want to leave it to chance?

Expectations hamper my chances

Laying on by back, the journey is pricking me.

The search futile and futility unfaithful

Am losing it in between.

how much can i confess?

How much could anything mean anybody?

Rob's Small Moments

Teachings r learnings..

Sipping beer n smoking.. a man lost deep in thoughts..his own..genuine..

A story of everything small..

The first thing that you would notice about this Hollander is his deep blue eyes and his animated expressions when he talks just leaves a mark somewhere, so deep inside you that you start living with it.

Well. It started with finding to seats to rest our backs. And relax we did with few drinks together.

This is someone who has traveled to Goa from Holland by road, for the first time in 1976 in his Land Rover. We had just scrapped 700 kms on bike at this very moment. He always inquired whether we understood him. Whether we could see the world through his eyes.

World we could see through our own when the frequencies syncd up rite from the first sip we took:)

Sipping wisdom together....

How much beauty have you seen in the plactic chairs around you..

Its the most wonderful of inventions , stacked upon one another, being able to stretch a lil, n the kingly feeling it offers has no parallels, you can take it anywhere, u dont have to clean it.

:):)Living life by the moment as there is no future when the moment is gone and once its gone there is no relivin the lost moment..Small things in the air. He dint have 10 mouths to communicate with ten ppl at the same time..wat a regret..small things in the air is sent .we pick it up or not.. those small things are all around us.. like radio waves..wat do u pick up? how much do u interpret..

this guy was not interested in big things.. he took out a small idol of shiva from his pocket and his eyes twinkled upon seeing it. he liked it so much. so small a thing gave him immense pleasure. he kissed it and held it in his hand with such enthusiasm and fulfilment that the moment freezes in your heart.

more light was thrown on love, life, and living.......

the race..

how far are u willing to go..

how much do u wanna compete..

wat do u wanna prove? to whom? to wa end n means?

fame glory recognition

need a FACE among fellowmen..ha ha..

how much will u let the paper define your happiness..

how crazy am i? how much more crazier can u get?

there is a never ending wishlist..wre do u stop?

i see ppl..their eys want more..they never seem contend..they are not happy..

they cant laugh out loud..

i cant talk to the girl of my hearts with open lungs.

y am i suffocating? y cant i breathe in the coolness??

small is bigger than ever..

how much can u differentiate your life?

how less can u integrate ur desire?

wre do u put ur passion?

when can u work n ve the same feeling that u get wen u breathe ir?

wen ll it bcom so natural to u?

can the hottest female in town arouse the deepest pleasures in u?

can the girl u love give u that feelin?? i doubt it..

it comes from within n nobody other than urself can give it life..:)

Shuffle..

Got injected with a new dope of love..

fear factor shaking hands with mercury rising..

a long journey away from home.

a new cell phone..

Avatar Magic..

Nightouts in the office..

20-20 project hours..

Relaxing the spine..

allz not well

New yr celebrations shifted to Xmas..

all the blog entries vanishing in thin air..

bankrupt..heartFull..

glory down the drain..

Pain shot the lid off my head..

Impregnable fortress ramshackled..

Satan Personified..

Control...Ian curtis.

Speeds funny..loony moony..

A poet n a painter drawing swords..

buckle the shoes before going to bed..office calls..

frustration..

divine celebration..

theories out of dog sense..

Few weeks to the climax..A Roller Dollar indeed..

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THE LOST SYMBOL

Dan Brown

action starts after 160 pages..

mystery unfolds a lot earlier..

a promise of national emergency fails to knock u wen it unfolds..

a lil disappointing wen compared to other langdon adventures..

but makes one THINK abt 'the WORD' if u ve been initiated to such thinking earlier.

Shades!

i was on Speeding bike..

highway windin n unfolding before us..

was wearing yellow shades../

n this is wat i unzipped:)

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The shades had a tint of brownish Yellow.

let me describe the weather before that..

it was kinda rainin now n then..

the pleasant types with melancholy bluish hue interspersed with threating clouds with specks of black

the shades jus changed everythin..

it perceived a warm sunny afternoon..

it took sometime for me to adjust to the reality with the shades on cos wen ii remove them , there is a completely different world in front of me..

i was reminded of my friend who always said that our senses were imperfect..

All i could do here was wonder at the fact that we perceive the world through our senses.

if we dint have the ability to recept certain fragrances, it ratherg becomers so hard for us t6o believe that they really exist, so is the case with all other sensdory receptors.

What is real n unreal.

All that we see is the surrealism posed by our sensory perceptions..

perplexed,i wonder in meandering thoughts which were exploring new domain.

i embark the journey to unearth the truths way beyond me, myself and my percetions.

i pack my bags with new bouts of imagination and all the myriad of thoughts my myriad of species have put in me.

I PUT ON THE SHADES AND WALKED TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HEDGE.

Of resplendence tat has blinded me!

i lie down

with no sleep spendin d nite

mornins down like a drunken dog

stubs of fags leavin traces all over d place

d effect of alcohol wearin off

restless mind wanderin boundaries unknown

disconnected dreams

my fav playlist failin to conjure magik

ve ultimately fallen in da maze i know d way not

i cant say it out load

i still wanna shout my throat off d cliff

i realise..

i accept..

i finaaly enjoy the virtuality

i know not how much has she prepared me for this journey

but am losin it every second

a bad move will make me lose it aall

a gamble tat i wish not to throw away

years n years n years

i know wat draws us closer.

the beacon of light off the distant warehouse

is tat wat they call hope

i feel none frm wre i see the light

butterflies..i see them everywhere..

more often than not

the river encircled in the horshoe bend

not reachin da ocean

the urge to the union so strong

a fury that cant break the horse shoe spell

for da river is poisoned

blood so impure

my goddess is always worthy of worship

i cant clip my wings in sacrifice however great the emotion might be

a test of all tat i stood for

d wax in da candle is givin way to darkness

as its no eternal than my mortal musings on this planet

i bring my hands together to feed myself strength

universes bein created from stardust

dust is all thats left of this creation

d devotion i understand not

at times desperation consumes my soul

blackholes formed frm my actions gainin strength

takin everythin in, sparing nothing to craetion

taers have dried

water water behind the corniac dams

not a single drop to shed

moonlight doppling away in eclipses eternal

the highwayman meets the solitary highland lass

their sorrws communicates by intuition

their illusions of life no more understood

pores of da body brewin sweat as if the whole body is sheddin da saline of the eyes

ambiguity n disorientation take d drivers seat

d heart prisoned by a roller coaster of beats thumping thumping

slowly sadly

dreams of hers to step on

my dreams unfolded in a red carpet

symbolising an ode to her 'future' treads on mine

happy to take the footprints

to cherish those contacts immortalised by time

engulfin d dust left by her feet

somitimes a rebel

to upturn destiny

to figt the chances of rollin dice

i need her as i need oxygen water n freshness in them

so suffocated at times, never understanding wat makes me belive

scary thoughts of obsession interludes my thoughts

possessive like never before

only to dream of

her sailin miles apart

sharing her soul with the prince of her precious mind

Gollum.

i ve bcum..

my precious is all i can cry in private

in da darkness left by the blackholes

i pretend a smile when da sun comes to the fore

am happier than ever disappointed self

is it a curse r a nightmare to pass

i feel like rippin off my shell

to show her the mould inside me

to make her see that she is etched within

a void tat only she can fill

a lifetym on earth tat she can give meanin to

alas am jus a mortal

amoral as she loathed

i slap myself to reality

to only feel the pain

a deliverance which is all the better than the pin prickings

ve swum against the tide all along

let go!!

hungry all the same

till life does the death apart

i breathe her in n breathe myself out

shes magic n shes the rain..

i feel her in every drop healing n healing my vain

my pain

am scared of the ultimate test it mite put me to..

which am sure to fail.

i cant take it no more than i can explain

a brilliance far away

blindin all the same... my love!!

beat the heat

pacin down..9..10..11..01

a perennial stream has jus found its end in the pit of a navel mine.

a buzzing fly ends its tenure in a squat.

eyes flamin dragons' fiery.

matka bears water no more than a trickle to quench the thirst, ends in a virtual gulp.

dark is the nite devoid of partyin leaves, leaves me in yonder wander..

leanin am i, watchin with full concentration to jus satisfy my sense with

a mere least of a wavin leaf, summoning the wind.

alas! my senses titter totterin.

practicin voodoo in vain..releasin the pricks tht prisoned the VAYU in chains.

upto no good.

DIMAG KI BATTI in flickerin mode..

arms wide open, runnin the 11 paces that i had counted earlier, between potential n obvious obstructions, like a big fat ostrich preparing flight.

spreadeagled spree dint yield a dab of air to molest the sweat streamin down:(

it had an effect quite the opposite.

flushed.i sit down.

shooin the mosquitoes off.

its fag tym. to open the doorway to fresh contraptions.

bellows of smoke fill the room, affecting thermodynamics of the room in a rather unpleasant,unintended proportion.

quickly put off the smoke n throw a cough in agitation.

i lie back.

glare at the spinnin engg marver overhead.

cursin .

the damn thing doesn seem to throw any air eventhough its seems perfectly functionin in order.

irritation exponentiates............................................

i hide under my tee, to only come out with a face , sweat free:)

the clock says 2.48..

wann it to show 6 badly..

its bearable n pleasant at tat tym of the day..everyday..

beaten by the heat..

i resign.

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