Lets begin .

New Terrace, new street ,new lamp posts, ..they might take time to be friends with me. But I am sure they will be my friends ..I know they like me watching them.The place is airport road, I dont know the street name, I hope the street doesnt mind.

Standing on the balcony ,looking at the clouds gives me a urge to write again.So I get the bean bag and sit my just gained butt on it and start writing,offcourse beer and cigarettee are my companions. In background is the saviour, VH1. In foreground is is the neverending silver clouds. I just love them.Ya I do. Seems as if the smoke from my cigarettee wants to say hello to those heavenly coluds too. And here they go.. I see the smoke disappear in the coulds ,Lucky smoke . The wind sometimes goes against me .Though it has beene my friend for long. I dont mind. I know it will come to me in the end. Only complain I have from the wind is , it never makes me see what it seees. Though it promised me but never kept it.But I still love the wind blowing arond me now. keeeping me just so kicking.I love it. Leme kiss my beeer or it might get jealous.
Sab ka khayal rakhna padta hai..
The smoke is now dancing on the beats from the background music.I like when all of these elements are in harmony.Seems the coconut trees wants some attention too. Long ,dumb , stupid element. But they know I love them too.Coz when there is no music in the background they play music for me. And thats so soothing ,at times better than all the sound I have ever heard. They will stand no matter wht , no matter if I dont appreciate them. No matter I take them for granted.But they will give me what I need, when I need.
And I think I need sleeep now..
Bye bye .

Conversation with a facebook friend...

SHE:

the night falls without a sound, soulless are we.

the emotion for which my love

erupts once, then chokes,

smothered by my own obsession.

all hope must die.

my soul thrives no more.

how could you fail to believe?

angels surround us, crying,

save me from myself......

ME:

And then showers the silent dawn..

still trying to sleep,

tired thru the nite,

i can no more get sleep..

the orange colour falls thru the window of my room.

n all i can c is the ash litterd all around..

SHE:

awake in this world of gloom

thawed by my own possessions

i shudder, i cry, i scream and i wait

sit still amongst these ghastly faces of seduction

i realise that you will not come now

you will come never back....

ME:

you will come bak never..

for my good..

the memory lingers..

as i sit in my cubicle..

slowly close my eyes..

take another deep breath..

and feel the laughter eco my mind...

I realise, I m the one in your soul..

no matter wrong or rite..and

Frankly , my dear ,I dn give a damn..

coz evening awaits me..

i drive my bike..

it takes me close to the sexiest elements of the world..

I feel the wind rush thru my hair.

uphills callin me nce agn..

flies alll over escorting me..

to the place i have nevr been..

drizzle washing my blues..

speed is my smile.....

now i reaaly dn wana c u ..

for u dn deserve me..

i dn give a shit 2day..

u r pathetic in ur own way..

i m doin the best i ever can..

living.......

Island

Every man is an "island".
like An island he has frns..Trees ,sea, clouds, flies are the frns of an island.His frns can b compared wid those of an island as some stay like trees..some change like the water that refreshes itself after every tide and some goes away like flies....bt the essence remains...in whtever form. it does remain....

Every man is an island..
Thoughts ...random thoughts..some gud ..some bad..some sense some uttrly usleless..bt dey r mine...as of nw..i have had great deal in all spheres..bt deres one thing..thts ..aaaah.no not so easily..thts how i m..i dn giv up easily..not even wid myself..i dn..kaleidioscopic mind man..bt still rigid ..

Gudbye

In my dreams I'm dying all the time....
As I wake its kaleidoscopic mind....
I never meant to hurt you...I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye...This is goodbye.

In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
As I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind....

octoBEER fest

BEER with teddy beer (billu).....wow..i wud have written a lot of stuff here had I been over wid the hangover..5 litres of beer in 2 days ..gud shit man..bhudru was at his wildest....blooddy wild ....n as harami lambu described it in my words....dis is the fuking place to b...it was fun under the sun......

The old man and his Stick.

Last night I was satndin on the terrace gazing the street across my house..tho my eyes were open bt it was opque to the sight of stray dogs and the motor vehicles parked on the street. My ears were slient to the sound of breeze past the palm trees..may b i was thinkin something..i dn kn..or may b my mind was also numb like my eyes n ears..I dn kn..den I suddnly saw an old man ot of nowhere on my line of sight.

He was wearimg a kurta..carring a jhola across his shoulder n wrapped around his waist was a red cloth. he walkd wid a stick in his right hand hittin the road as he took every step..the sound of the stick killed the silence of the night..the sound echoed in the street..n it reached my ears..may b my ears were deaf to this sound which i ignored few minutes before..my mind starts to wonder..where has this old man come from..i watch the old man..struggling to walk with the help of his stick..he was lost it seemed..coz the way ahead was a dead end.i thought i shud go dwn n ask him where he was headed. bt i stood there on the terrace watchin him walk by . I think he was scared ..his head moved juz the right amount so as to cover either side of his sight..he kept walkin..unless he saw a herd of dogs barkin on top of their voices n approacning from all the directions..he trembled..he re-wraped the red cloth around his waist as he walked..he showd the stik he was carrying to the herd of dogs..then only i realised it was not a stik..it was a folded umbrella..no wonder the sound was so loud when it hit the ground..the dogs moved away bt only to bark more vigourously n gather more energy to scare the old man..

I still stood on the terrace watchin all this happen..i was feelin so sorry for the old man..he didnt look like a beggar..i wondered hw he got here..i wondered if i cud assist him to his destination..stood dere unmoved ..my eyes wide open ..i think the old man was not scared..he didnt try to run ..he instead showd his bravery by inviting those dogs ..he turnd bak n smiled at the dogs as they stood there lookin at the old man walk in front of dem..n i watched him vanish in the yellow street light....i sighed..i relieved..hopin tht the old man gets to his destination..If at al there was a destination destined for him .

I stood there almost for another half an hour..wondering about what i saw..I compared the incident very thoughtfully wid a common, well to do ,physically happy man..n I cudnt make ot ne diffrence bw the two..I puffed a cigarettee n c the smoke diffuse in the silvery moon light..I was blank again..as usual..nce again i was blank....3rd oct 2007