It’s true 15 Aug is a big day in our calendar but at dis contemporary time its significance is questionable...I think at present tym Indian’s r divided into 2 sets...first dos ppl who wants to live in an utopian wrld n derive gr8 pride frm age old so called rich cultural traditions of India n all dos inspiring tales of our freedom fighters n how dey led down der lives...when questioned about da malices in our present day society dey just shrug off n say “look son its omnipresent, no country/society is prefect”. In my personal opinion dis set of ppl either lacks sensitivity to all da issues or dey r just happily blind .Secondly the other set da pessimistic lots or may be da idealistic fellows with a feeble voice of concern for actual quest of freedom on personal/social level, ones who knows all about da clichés n malpractices that are prevalent in our society but wtf we do abt it...just write some post or a blog or a poem may be...dats it!!! n den all of a sudden we come up n start to blame each odr abt our point of view or abt our definition of freedom n independence....I’ve never felt as an independent Indian in my lyf maybe next year on 15 Aug also I’ll come around n contemplate dis same feelings somewhere in dis virtual wrld n do nothing in between to change “myself, my society, my country”....Happy Independence day.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Medusa
Can you listen to the whispers?
Within the freshly filled pages
What if I say “I do “?
I do ..do…I do..
Does it tingle within?
Hey tell me something
Is there any change of state?
In my honour, for myself
I unplug like never before
Uncoiled love
Breathe in air to new, new sails
Annoying love, interrupting
Butterflies of my thoughts
Ready to blow off the bridge
Oh will you hold me back
Oh help me, help me
To escape from myself
My, my, myself
No need to shove it on my face
Everyday every time
I can do it on my own
Back off, back it away
Put it on a back burner
My empty speeches
Deep within the core
Screen glow
Glows…glows…glows
Eh oh eh o ehh
Soaked eyes, mascara flow
Flows…flows…flows
Eh oh eh o ehh
Stuck in between speedy wheels
Will it take me back?
Back…back…back
Where my reasons
Will make some sense
Sense…sense…sense
In between
Annoying love, interrupting
While I cover up my reasons
Painfully quick
Quick…quick…quick
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh
Can you listen to the whispers?
It echoes within eyes
Flows straight in my veins
Glass table, reflection of my face
Porcelain mug
Cries to hold you, touch you feel you
I’ll never, never
Like never again
Don’t want to make promises
In my soaked shoes
Ehh na nah nah nah
Hey tell me something
Will be there any change of state?
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh
Eh oh eh o ehh
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh…
Within the freshly filled pages
What if I say “I do “?
I do ..do…I do..
Does it tingle within?
Hey tell me something
Is there any change of state?
In my honour, for myself
I unplug like never before
Uncoiled love
Breathe in air to new, new sails
Annoying love, interrupting
Butterflies of my thoughts
Ready to blow off the bridge
Oh will you hold me back
Oh help me, help me
To escape from myself
My, my, myself
No need to shove it on my face
Everyday every time
I can do it on my own
Back off, back it away
Put it on a back burner
My empty speeches
Deep within the core
Screen glow
Glows…glows…glows
Eh oh eh o ehh
Soaked eyes, mascara flow
Flows…flows…flows
Eh oh eh o ehh
Stuck in between speedy wheels
Will it take me back?
Back…back…back
Where my reasons
Will make some sense
Sense…sense…sense
In between
Annoying love, interrupting
While I cover up my reasons
Painfully quick
Quick…quick…quick
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh
Can you listen to the whispers?
It echoes within eyes
Flows straight in my veins
Glass table, reflection of my face
Porcelain mug
Cries to hold you, touch you feel you
I’ll never, never
Like never again
Don’t want to make promises
In my soaked shoes
Ehh na nah nah nah
Hey tell me something
Will be there any change of state?
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh
Eh oh eh o ehh
Ehh na nah nah nah ehh…
Inspired by Pearl Jam's "State of love and trust" and an evening spend with U.
All to tell a tale
Hole on the moon, images on my wall
Stains on my coat, wink in my eyes
My broken lamp and clock
All to tell a tale
Never mind it’s me again with my crossed self
Thirst in my thoughts, my treasured thoughts
My motionless walk, my goalless aims
Dark circles under my eyes
My numbness in my fingers
All to tell a tale
Words in my silence
My affection in my absence
My spontaneous heartbeat
Along empty sidewalks of my dream
Forever companion, my glasses
My empty canvas, ready to fold
My fragile toughness
All to tell a tale
My world revolves around your soul
My selfish plans, my treasured thoughts
Entangled between
What if…? If not
Wrote your name all over my blanket
Wrapped it around to hide myself
My bones my skin
All to tell a tale
Never mind it’s me again with my crossed self
Echoes of long lost smile
Shimmer of unforeseen hopes
My love for one, wince for others
My smile my tears, my anger my fears
My random plunge from my rooftop
There was hope there was life
All to tell a tale
Come rest beside me
Trying to chase down my shadow
My reasons, with no meanings
My gloom in between glow
Pilled up my love in a cradle
Pushed it over from a high place
Will it grow wings and fly away
Took the stairs to descend
It was tiring, I need some rest
All to tell a tale
Took out the portrait for a walk
Best portrait of my dreams
Sat beside the river bed, arms around it
Fondle my demands, my lust
All to tell a tale
Breathe with me or let me die
Stains on my coat, wink in my eyes
My broken lamp and clock
All to tell a tale
Never mind it’s me again with my crossed self
Thirst in my thoughts, my treasured thoughts
My motionless walk, my goalless aims
Dark circles under my eyes
My numbness in my fingers
All to tell a tale
Words in my silence
My affection in my absence
My spontaneous heartbeat
Along empty sidewalks of my dream
Forever companion, my glasses
My empty canvas, ready to fold
My fragile toughness
All to tell a tale
My world revolves around your soul
My selfish plans, my treasured thoughts
Entangled between
What if…? If not
Wrote your name all over my blanket
Wrapped it around to hide myself
My bones my skin
All to tell a tale
Never mind it’s me again with my crossed self
Echoes of long lost smile
Shimmer of unforeseen hopes
My love for one, wince for others
My smile my tears, my anger my fears
My random plunge from my rooftop
There was hope there was life
All to tell a tale
Come rest beside me
Trying to chase down my shadow
My reasons, with no meanings
My gloom in between glow
Pilled up my love in a cradle
Pushed it over from a high place
Will it grow wings and fly away
Took the stairs to descend
It was tiring, I need some rest
All to tell a tale
Took out the portrait for a walk
Best portrait of my dreams
Sat beside the river bed, arms around it
Fondle my demands, my lust
All to tell a tale
Breathe with me or let me die
God needs help
High tides all over
No place to hide
It’s no time to sit aside
Loss of values from Himalayas
Up till the oceans
As leads fly all over
Bodies fall one after another
Silence fills in between
Violence and cries
Millions of innocent, burnt and buried
Memories lost within grey layers of time
God needs help
She is in danger
She’s drowning in tears of millions
Getting buried under expectations
Of thousand deprived souls
Killings in the name of democracy
Crime in the name of love
As our Kings turn to demons
Eats away into poor man’s life
She’s in pain
To see her children
Slit throats of one another
She can’t take it any more
As we pollute her name
For sake of our petty religion
For our paltry social divisions
Hatred in our voice
Has left her with no choice
Let us be good to give her a chance to heal
Let us be good
Feel for her pain
My God, our God
Falling from her place
Broken and wasted
God needs help
She is in pain
Let us be good to give her a chance to heal
Let us heal our hearts
To save her
It will take a little bit of trying
It will take a little bit of understanding
A bit of love and a bit of compassion
Let us douse our ego
Erase all boundaries
She needs us to be good
God needs our help
No place to hide
It’s no time to sit aside
Loss of values from Himalayas
Up till the oceans
As leads fly all over
Bodies fall one after another
Silence fills in between
Violence and cries
Millions of innocent, burnt and buried
Memories lost within grey layers of time
God needs help
She is in danger
She’s drowning in tears of millions
Getting buried under expectations
Of thousand deprived souls
Killings in the name of democracy
Crime in the name of love
As our Kings turn to demons
Eats away into poor man’s life
She’s in pain
To see her children
Slit throats of one another
She can’t take it any more
As we pollute her name
For sake of our petty religion
For our paltry social divisions
Hatred in our voice
Has left her with no choice
Let us be good to give her a chance to heal
Let us be good
Feel for her pain
My God, our God
Falling from her place
Broken and wasted
God needs help
She is in pain
Let us be good to give her a chance to heal
Let us heal our hearts
To save her
It will take a little bit of trying
It will take a little bit of understanding
A bit of love and a bit of compassion
Let us douse our ego
Erase all boundaries
She needs us to be good
God needs our help
The Queen of my City
Under dim lights of my city streets
There stands a woman with a purpose
With a grin in her smile
And an anxiety on her face
As her cloths sticks to her skin
She takes some steps towards the road
Her instincts are real perfect
Oh she looks ready like any other night
She’s crazy and she wants to get wild
Under pale lights of my city
Myriad gaze falls upon her
But she’s not bothered
As she’s quite sure about her
A car stopped near her
She bends over the window
And the engine roared in the dark
She’s quite sure of her
As she fixed her price with a smile
In the backseat there’s the king for tonight
He will rule her as he likes
Same old scream and grin
Will roll back like every other night
She spends her day in dust of disarray
As dusk calls in another night
Reflection of her face on her mirror
Oh, there she is
The Queen of my city, ready to go
On the road again
She gives in to a man’s libido
Night after night
As sweat pours from all her pores
She remembers her old man
Her dolls and her little red cloak
She was her daddy’s girl
A little girl with dreams
To be a woman someday
Now no one sees her as a woman
Does she feels herself to be?
All that remains are scars in and out
From a violent night out
And she smiles and says
“I’m an entertainer, a star
I’m the Queen of my city”
There stands a woman with a purpose
With a grin in her smile
And an anxiety on her face
As her cloths sticks to her skin
She takes some steps towards the road
Her instincts are real perfect
Oh she looks ready like any other night
She’s crazy and she wants to get wild
Under pale lights of my city
Myriad gaze falls upon her
But she’s not bothered
As she’s quite sure about her
A car stopped near her
She bends over the window
And the engine roared in the dark
She’s quite sure of her
As she fixed her price with a smile
In the backseat there’s the king for tonight
He will rule her as he likes
Same old scream and grin
Will roll back like every other night
She spends her day in dust of disarray
As dusk calls in another night
Reflection of her face on her mirror
Oh, there she is
The Queen of my city, ready to go
On the road again
She gives in to a man’s libido
Night after night
As sweat pours from all her pores
She remembers her old man
Her dolls and her little red cloak
She was her daddy’s girl
A little girl with dreams
To be a woman someday
Now no one sees her as a woman
Does she feels herself to be?
All that remains are scars in and out
From a violent night out
And she smiles and says
“I’m an entertainer, a star
I’m the Queen of my city”
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