Interloop

Time to turn the stone

tear up the microphone

no time to stand in queue

enough of being left behind

grab your artillery

hit back hard

sustain the pain to get in the mood

come and get it

what was meant for you

On high medication

no lack of devotion

mind's distillation

a heart's deformation

too much of transformation

no place for any commotion

a new kinda fixation

rip apart the interloop

sleep tight and dream on

If you get lost

never worry

you're not the only one

shit happens all the time

things are not always the same

know your road

don't count the bumps

no learning will be enough

the only prophecy here

is to play it tough

to make it right

On high medication

no lack of devotion

Mind's distillation

a heart's deformation

too much of transformation

no place for any commotion

a new kinda fixation

rip apart the interloop

sleep tight and dream on

Gen Y Cinderella

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Sit up straight & rub your eyes

Here she goes

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Little girls under knife

Tug of war with time & nature

Forceps playing magic

Lying curves doozy looks

Skin like porcelain

Single spot not allowed

Moulding every part to match up

With the printed diva
On the bed side 

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

OT, cradle of new beauty

From M to zero

Zero to that extra D

Being pushed to the wall

Scar and scared

Ready to shine up to the otherside

Pushing little mind

To a zombie march

Standing in line to

Get under the light

Fixing every inch of skin

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Extra padding

Push-ups are the ones

Mirror, best friend

Monday to Friday

Red, green, blue, violet, pink

On high demand

Painting new skin

What about the old one? Boring

Have to crawl into something unreal

Skin made within a beauty kit

Hips, lips, nose, chin

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Degrees of freedom

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.

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…

 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