Cursed intellect….

Trying to destroy,
the fortress of god,
his imagination his sword,
defying every reprise,
of dreams dead,
or those,
that barely survived,
clenched fists,
pursed lips,
scorching minds,
with the tip,
of his pen,
he'll prise open,
all the doors,
to your safest heaven,

or otherwise,
he just might
play with words,
lessen the pain,
fight like the devil,
this utter disdain,
spinning webs in silence,
trapping,
a few drops of rain,
fallen leaves,
flying on the wind,
and buzzing thoughts,
that are his prey....

oblivious,
to the bliss of ignorance,
he trains,
to see through the mist,
cursed he is,
as he just might,
against all odds,
try to exist,
cursed with intellect,
and yet he himself,
might be cursing it ...

Born to be wild....

What can i say?
Easily the best song song ever had it not been for Harley davidson and the marlboro man...

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that I'm under

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

She's so cold....

I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her

I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

I'm so hot for her, I'm on fire for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano
I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

Yes, I tried re-wiring her, tried re-firing her
I think her engine is permanently stalled
She's so cold she's so cold
She's so cold cold cold
Like a tombstone
She's so cold, she's so cold
she's so cold cold cold like a ice cream cone
She's so cold she's so cold
And when I touch her my hand just froze

Yeah, I'm so hot for hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and grievin' so
Put your hand on the heat, put your hand on the heat
Aw C'mon baby, let's go

She's so cold, she's so cold, cold, she's so c-c-c-old
But she's beautiful, though

Yeah, they're so cold

She's so cold, she's so cold
I think she was born in a arctic zone
She's so cold she's so cold, cold, cold
And when I touch her my hand just froze

She's so cold, she's so goddamn cold she's so
Cold cold cold she's so cold

Who would believe you were a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long
Light fades and the rain comes
Nobody will know, when you're old
When you're old, nobody will know
that you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty
A sweet sweet beauty, but stone stone cold

You're so cold, you're so cold, cold, cold           
You're so cold, you're so cold

I'm so hot for you, i'm so hot for you
I'm so hot for you and you're so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano

Harley Davidson and the Marlboro man

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think


I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
And I ride, dead or alive
I still drive, dead or alive
Dead or alive ...

Life is weird and I'm high.....

Life’s weird, and its ways – weirder. You spend years thinking you want to be someone, or be with someone and then when it actually happens, you realize this isn’t what you wanted from your life.

Life- a cipher that’s hard to interpret, harder yet to write.

It’s been a few years that I was in love. (I’m not the one to count). And after a heartbreak I’ve found my rhythm now (at least that’s what I think), And I can tell you this, It wasn’t easy nor it was hard. It was just different, the trip back from the city called love. And let me tell you this – I’ve been deeply touched, by its magic. Love is like a monster, sleeping deep inside you, resting after the ravages it caused the last time it was awake. And when it further awakes it would but consume your world in a never ending fury, and the thing about love is- You’d like it.

So here I am, thinking of what is, was and what could be. What I was? What I’ve become and what I would be? I think about it at times, but to no avail. Thinking doesn’t help. Believe me. It doesn’t help at all. All that ever comes out of such introspection is a conclusion. And a temporary one at that (Like you wanted to eat choco vanilla ice cream but it isn’t available and you are then forced to settle for strawberry instead). So I had a few choices. Be depressed, or be suppressed or to be liberated. Now, I am not an escapist. But I’ve read enough physics to know that when there’s too much friction you need a lubricant. And that’s what I did, I do, and I would do.  Lubricate the machinery that they call mind in order to get a free flow of what they call thoughts. Now there are ways of doing things and I think I didn’t decide on one in particular, but simply chose the one readily available. Ease of access you see. Right or wrong? Who knows but god? I let him decide and I ask you to comment. Not on the habits but the very psyche of the deep rooted evil that emanates from one’s self every now and then to engulf existence, finally giving you relief and a lot more worries then you actually started with. We live, we die. But only a few are able to ask questions and make confessions. I’d do both. This is not the prologue, or a chapter of a novel that you might or might not want to read. It’s simply the experience of a man as common as you or him. Till then I hope you’ll keep giving me what I need most. The strength to tell, narrate and relate the truth.

Across the universe...

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru deva om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
and call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box,
They stumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.
Jai guru deva om.

Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of love are ringing through my open mind,
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe.
Jai guru deva om.

Nothing's gonna change my world (8X)


Jai guru deva,
Jai guru deva,
Jai guru deva,
Jai guru deva...

Sunbeam

Sun beam...

It sneaks in,

from the window,
un-curtained but not open,
through the glass pane,
that was broken,
last night, during the storm
that came in and surprised,
me and my life,
and left but left,
both of us shattered..

It sneaks in and travels,
to my bed,
it's sheets disheveled,
spread eagled now,
like a halo cast around,
my crumpled dreams,
it lies there and plays,
on my pillow,
with a lonely silken thread,
that accidentally must have,

fallen out of her head,

My room unlit,
but now glowing,
basking in the glory,
of its cozy warmth,
still and silent, I look on,
trying to block,
those dark memories,
that surface,
with those waves of sorrow,
that continue unabated,
forcing me to look behind,
and into the past,
where lies my love,
and where rests,
it's carcass …..

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