POETRY!!!!!!!

The Ruins still Remain!

2010-06-01T20:29:00.002+05:30

Of a Child, with those dreams in the Closet
Of Ignorance, Of full of fantasy,
Of those pranks, and those stolen Virtues,
The Ruins still Remain!

Of the endured Pain, morphing the wounded Brain,
Of God and the Prayers about Suffering,
Of emotions, Of everyone close to Heart,
The Ruins still remain!

Retrospects, Of all Regrets,
Of all Numbness, and Silence,
that never broke, till the Kingdom destroyed,
but the Ruins still remain!

Friends of Nature!

2010-06-01T20:13:00.003+05:30

I was thinking about what to write, It was already long since I wrote something. I chose to write on the Tiny Squirrels whom I have started adoring. It has become an everyday routine to wake up in the morning, go out and watch them to truly enjoy the moment!

First of all, those tiny mischievous tots have options in food, rice, ground nuts, wheat, maize,etc.. what ever be it, they follow the same routine, Roll down the huge trunk of the Neem Tree, grab the grain by mouth, climb up a bit, take the grain into two hands and eat in bits. This will always be a lovely scene and I never get bored of it.

Coming to the Squirrel family, I think the parents(I'm assuming because they look so) performs the Vigilence duty very well. It's they both who come down first to check if their cunning enemy, the cat is somewhere around. Once they feel, everything is quite safe, they give a call to their kids and the 7 little freaks come down and create havoc literally. They run around all over the place, and makes me feel watching 'Tom N Jerry'(Man! they run so fast)

They fondly eat all they take :). Some times they grab almonds from somewhere and throw them in front yard just to make sure a plant buds out of it and feed them in the future :).

And, when their biggest enemy, the Cat Raja who sometimes is so hungry and short of rats hide beneath the basement waiting for his breakfast, they sense so fast and run away to all corners of the Neem tree and start screaming till the bloody Cat goes away.

This is It!

By this time you must have understood that I am getting very much Bored! :)

The killer

2010-05-10T18:49:00.002+05:30

"Take my life
Else I walk down the lane
and would spare none
All my strength in the weapon
and in my visible fanaticism
I would remain immortal
till this bloody country exposes guts"

The killer is here
breathing free after the massacre
living lavishly
showcasing the extravagant spends
ridiculing the government
backing the religion

The killer would now be hung
as said by the Court of law
He just giggles
as he knows how to escape
for he finded out the loopholes

The Country stares at him
for the law made us helpless
jolted by its nature
"Hang Kasab!"
we all yell out louder
The Goverment should listen!

Indian Home ministry's policy on China Alarming?

2010-05-10T18:02:00.002+05:30

"The Home ministry was 'overly Defensive' and 'alarmist' in its approach towards entry of Chinese Companies in India" remarked Mr. Jairam Ramesh.

Mr.Ramesh must have had developed a good rapport with the Chinese counterparts at the Copenhagen Summit, but its really unfair of him to make such a sensitive statement given the very volatile nature of the Chinese bureaucracy. India remains firm in its stand indulging in a Constructive engagement with the Chinese in all the departments be it Trade, Industrial Co-operation or the Environment collobaration. China always remained a threat to India be it economical or in Security terms. We need not rely on Chinese co-operation so much that one day we get swallowed by the dragon.

China remained a major player in the Indian market. They supply everything from a slatepencil to a hydraulic engine. Most of the mushrooming Mobile manufacturing companies India noticed recently of the Indian Brand are being designed and developed in the R&D labs of China. Chinese products take a free flow in both the open and grey markets. The day is not far away when Chinese products became the dominant force in all the Segments. Now why say we have a alarming policy in the first hand? this just gives unnecessary scope to the Chinese who are all time attackers of the Indian Policy.

To add to this, There is a negative side to the building Relationship with the Chinese. A recent report warned Indian farmers to make a selective use of the Chinese seeds for farming needs. Their synopsis says that the seeds would reap exceptional harvest for the first three years and make the land barren forever. If the reports are something to believe in, Chinese are on to a biological and Economical war against us already. The case follows the same route for the other Chinese products.

In Conclusion, We need not be so good to the Chinese and we should stand firm on the Public policy with China. There should only be one stand and all the Co-operation the both sides have a Competetive and jealousy flavour running in the backyard.

EveningHour.com

2010-05-06T00:57:00.002+05:30

I got really pissed off with work and had no patience to stay back late in office, and so I left early. Called up uday and he was all ready to kill time, He wanted to have a hair cut and me to sit beside him watch it :(. Anyways, we happened to visit a store in KPHB near JNTU, EveningHour.. books,movies,mini-theatre and more. Interesting! We walked in to see many racks of books and asusual we started peeping through the non-fiction stuff and suddenly someone came in. I was little hesitant as I usually be when someone comes and asks, "Can I help u?". Ok what's all this..are you selling books?.. yeah we partly, look at this!... long list of customized membership charges. teek hai!

We enquired on what they charge, how many we can rent, tested the mini-theatre and finally decided we would join as members :)

Am kinda endorsing this! go check the website for more details.. See ya there!

GOD's DEBRIS - book review

2010-02-04T13:04:00.002+05:30

A 132 page thought experiment, "GOD's DEBRIS" is no Scott Adams' usual Dilbert comic series. It's a thought provoking masterpiece creating illusion in the name of illusion. It's for reader's brain to comprehend such logic.

"WHY do you believe what you believe..?" is what the book is all about. It effectively handles a question with simple deceptive answers(which you never think are deceiving).

And don't think there is no premonition for orthodox believers of GOD who complain about the Title of the Book. And don't think this is a Atheist's work either.

The Author introduces the book with some Flabbergasting lines.

"The target audience for GOD's DEBRIS is people who enjoy having their brains spun around inside their skulls"

He takes a precaution not to offend any

"The story's central character has a view about GOD that you probably never heard before. If you think you would be offended by a fictional character's untraditional view of GOD, please don't read this!"

By now you must have understood what the book is going to deal with?

Picking up the threads of popular science and philosophy, God's debris gently weaves them into a captivating story.

A young man who delivers packages happens to meet an Old man to deliver one. The Old man, not just intelligent, but an avatar(that's what he has been referred to in the book) stops him with a catchy Question, "If you toss a coin a thousand times, how often will it turn up heads?" and there starts the conversation in the form of questions and answers bouncing back and forth with ourselves involving in it as spectators.

The first half of the book is undoubtedly awesome. The Old man consistently keep your brain at work with some unconventional thinking and concept, especially when He questions God's omnipotence. Then he introduces you to a completely different perspective about GOD. He always intrigues you with such a challenging logic sometimes even questioning Einstein's and Newton's laws. He leaves an impression that He has got comparatively wider perception. If you are the kind of a person who feels this novel's reinterpretations of GOD's nature offending, read no further. But his answers to life's biggest mysteries the nature of GOD, reality, freewill, probablity, science, creation and evolution, religion - all sound plausible.

BUT, But, but...

Along the lines, something seems to be wrong. There lies the author's challenge. Why the old man's answers wrong? You will hear him say that when there's more than one possible answer, the simplest one is probably right. But how often have you actually found that to be true? If it isn't true - if the simplest answers are, quite simply, wrong - why? Questioning the free will of Human beings, He gives a free will to the reader to judge his answers by asking the question - "Why?"

PLUS:

The Unconventional Thought Experiment

Interesting discussion about the theories of science

Tricky Philosophical Reasoning

MINUS:

Few explanations are absurd

Not so interesting at the End.

MY Rating: 4.5/5

Do you?

2009-05-01T03:06:00.003+05:30

It appeared like a hardened feeling,

A stone of a heart, and painful dwelling,

A greeting of no warmth,

Like an intruder on her land,

I lived in, what was my sin?

I made no more choice, did you hear my voice?

It’s you, who done this to me,

Acting like you don’t own this property,

Told my instincts, and my rights,

Are not yours, liar, how could you be?

Calm and blamed my feelings,

When we walked through the lobby!

A thought would still glimmer,

On back of my mind,

That you don’t really hate me,

But the question remains,

Do you love me?

Just another day!

2009-05-01T02:54:00.002+05:30

Lonely the mind has been

So am I, lost in a deeper thought

Searching for answers,

For the questions questioning clarity,

So close I was to know

That it was all my Insanity

It was hard for me to know

Am living in a Bedlam like unity

Never I gave up, swallowed the hiccup,

The search went on

And so gone my changing mind

And the tormented Wisdom

I laid and knuckled down

On what never existed

All of a Sudden,

It appeared like dawn,

I woke up, my eyes say,

The confusion’s still not gone away,

At Office, It’s just another day

Friends, and damn circumstances!

2008-10-07T23:26:00.004+05:30

Long Since I ve written, almost 7 months ans so I thought I should come back with something small atleast. But, it's turned out to be an interesting one cos I chose to write on people I love most.

"Just how the fog doesn't shiver in the cold,
and the water by the stones, can't be hold.
We, the friends are always told,
By the Circumstances to be bold.

Some of us choose our own way,
The choice may be here not to stay,
But those memories never fade away,
Let's all make Hay,
Those memories never fade away"

malice of beauty!

2008-03-31T22:20:00.001+05:30

The outer cover of the malicious butterfly,

Looks pretty, venomous beauty it doesn’t die,

The eyes on those wings, do not cry,

Her dreams so real they seem,

Disappear in the truth so calm,

Immortal promises helping treachery,

So white they fade in dark iniquity,

Double-crossing been her daily activity.

And that stem of the wicked tree,

So tolerant she looks, her innocent body,

Her witchcraft so impatient turns loathsome,

Separated by no distance, the death syndrome?

Swallowing the grey matter, the unsolved conundrum,

The thirsty branches, pining for blood,

Fruits of misery drowning the distant flood,

Solace she seeks, staring at the lamenting.

The beauty of the brains, never appealing,

Ravishing is the skin of the cunning,

The vice it preserves underneath,

Spills beauty to eyes deceiving heart,

Beautiful may be a butterfly

And a distant tree, mantrap they might be,

Nature’s uncovered tranquility,

Lies not in beauty, but in the altruism,

Sleeping helplessly unnoticed!

LUST

2008-03-21T22:35:00.002+05:30

huh! what a topic I chose to write on. I know am no philosopher, nor am experienced enough head, but gave a shot!

Pleasing the mean eyes,

Betraying the weak mind,

Make it no less than wild,

Lies there the weakness,

Which every generation reckons.

The Vice underneath,

Wickedness’ undercover,

Selfishness the accomplice,

Exploring the other you,

Instincts’ revelation, a true disclosure!

The sapping strength,

More energetic than determination,

More attracting than attraction,

It’s called Lust,

Wipe it off first!

woman

2008-01-13T10:50:00.000+05:30

Are there any tougher things?

For you there won’t,

Staying on the thorns,

You seem to enjoy nature’s tranquility,

Work day and night,

Still ready to accept work in plenty,

Though bruised hard by betrayal,

You are there to console your neighbor,

You cry along with the crying,

You are the happiest for the happy,

With the ocean of tears inside,

You smile not to show gloom,

You support and give strength,

In the hardest of times,

You starve only to feed,

You hug to drive away hunger,

Your lap is the touch of happiness,

Your words are the feel good doctors,

Oh Woman!

How did god create you, his greatness!!!!!!

That very place :P

2007-12-08T03:15:00.000+05:30

It’s a journey to that very place,

Where today wont, but tomorrow takes you,

At the top of the optimism mountain,

That very point, with the power to destine,

It shines like a glimmering light,

Showing you a direction,

When you cautiously strolling,

In darkness more dark than ever,

It shows you your strengths,

Enlighten your soul, Changes perception,

Drives a bunch in unison,

Towards one goal, that very place,

It doesn’t let you sleep till you reach there,

Reach that place,

Its wise, that glowing point,

Drive you to that eternal place,

The glowing point, top of the optimism mountain,

It’s called hope,

And the place so eternal,

It’s your dream!!

revolutionize against impossible!

2007-11-29T11:04:00.000+05:30

Waking up with a broad smile,

Dare not read the news,

Luring with power bait,

Child abduction, molestation,

Speculation of assassination,

Leaders’ literal altercation,

Religious fanaticism, provocation,

Kid choking inside a bore well,

Drunkard husband’s brutality,

Now don’t you dare step out?

A change, is that possible?

Revolutionize against the word impossible!

Film actors’ break up, Page 3 drama,

Eloping celebrity’s daughter, Exclusive coverage,

Six packs, signing raw deals,

Was that news?

Never make an impact, nor is fun,

Corporate social responsibility,

A vague start to that day,

Needs more support,

Needs motivation,

It’s our decision,

That’s some news!

A change, is that possible?

Revolutionize against the word impossible!

stop thinking, so start doing!

2007-11-21T13:11:00.000+05:30

I am thinking hard, seldom express this word,

Of caution hidden behind, my mind,

Raising several questions,

Provoking to break the barriers,

But all I could do is dream,

There is no luck, nor there confidence,

Only thing that’s there is hunger, for survival.

Beneath the little brain,

The concern of a think drain,

Takes me no where, the cult of petrified heir,

Swaying and dancing, making hay,

Question the faith of several lies,

End is in mind, end is no where,

Stop thinking, and so start doing.

grudge of conscience

2007-11-11T23:59:00.000+05:30

The light were dark to the sights of woe,
He endured; he dwelled in affliction and dismay,
The night were a wild dismal situation staring hopeless,
Far away from god and goodness of heaven,
Steadfast loneliness intriguing and appealing,
Perdition like torrential rain, whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
Lost valor, ruined dignity, tormented wisdom,
The conquered unconquerable will,
Immortal self hatred, trying to extort nonexistent redemption,
He put his finger on the trigger,
Pointing point blank, targeting emancipation,
The guile, the self eternal war;
Ended his life in a split second!

Couple of years past,
Near omnipotent, a victor he was,
Engineered his thoughts, triumphant in execution,
Innumerable force of spirits armed,
Stayed glorious to his companions’ envy,
A king he was, the wit and his wisdom,
He quite ruled the scholars’ kingdom,
The ocean so vast his knowledge flowed,
Transcendent brightness outshined,
Eyes scintillated in confidence,
Strength never dwindled,
He drove on an eternal road,
Until he made a life decision!

Provoked by religious interests,
In illusion of a sacred war jihad,
A selfish soul’s mean weapon,
Driving young enlightened to extinction,
He chose hell over heaven,
Misguided, he misinterpreted the true meaning of Allah,
Called himself a god’s servant,
People called him a terrorist,
He did bite the fruit with mortal taste,
Involved in a massacre, a near holocaust,
Taking more than a thousand lives,
So precious and godly,
He hated himself, the suffering of the victims,
Their curses drive him a corpse,
He chose what he did,
Succumbed to the grudge of his conscience,
Shot him self dead!!!!!

life - a thought experiment

2007-11-07T01:47:00.000+05:30

On that day having a vague thought,
For generations life was miserable,
I dint let it overtake, I thought again,
Sequence of odds, screwed up opportunities,
Unhealthy competition, venom over wealth,
Life’s playing hard, having crashed many opponents,
I was on that edge between winning and losing,
Confident to quit, daring to lose,
But having no option, continue!
Running through the game,
Choking hard, can’t wait,
It might overtake, its not far away,
Only death should stop the roaring muscles,
No, even death shouldn’t!
On this bloody game,
Love is smothering,
You get irritated, get angry,
Over your loved ones, you can’t help,
You wish for life’s end,
You are excited to live,
In confusion you still play hard,
For you can’t afford,
To let life overtake!

DIWALI

2007-11-01T08:52:00.000+05:30

Brats don the merry hat, making woo pie
Some take it as passé; others carry the torch of tradition,
The festival of lights, victory of good over evil,
Vanquishing of Narakasura by lord Krishna,
Return of triumphant Rama after a 14 year Exile,
What ever the reason we celebrate for,
Its vivaciousness, its festive fervor,
Its dazzle and glitz are what we look for.

The day starts with performing rituals,
Then the rich assortment of offerings,
From the calorie-ridden laddus to crunchy murkhus,
Then the glitzy whirl of get togethers,
Night sky lit ten with zillions of fire works,
Flickering and sprawling all over sky,
Showing different hues,
Like heart blossom showing different traits of versatility,
No show of dwindling or disappearing in darkness,
Air rent with loud booms and bangs of fire crackers,
Kids scamper around ready to footloose,
Parents vigilant with occasional warnings!

This is the most awaited Diwali,
Lately defined by its lavishness,
All I could see is this rejuvenated Diwali,
One of the reasons might be the nouveau riche Hyderabadi!!

???????

2007-10-26T12:16:00.000+05:30

On a stalking silence,

Fears were a part,

Kiss of loneliness,

Broke him apart,

He drove to a nearby pub,

Heard them playing death metal,

' The evolution of mortality',

'Brothers of Satan', the numbers rolled.

Mug full of beer,’ cheers my friend!'

Requiems, the vocalist sang..

Danced in him the madness,

Somniferous was the chilled beer,

Head banging, He was a marionette,

Satanic verses, death were eternity,

Lamenting, the sound of the guitar,

Passed in him, the vibrations of a corpse!

Abyss inviting him, He was ready to jump,

His eyes somnolent, pining for another beer,

Hell’s waiting, He didn't care

Who is to blame, His misery?

Swaying to the tune, His friend was dancing to death,

Who held in him, His evil twin thoughts?

Seldom they dope, and today, its extravagance!!
When loneliness is killing,

To booze's not the solution,

Realization! He thought

Sun was gazing his dawn

It was hard for him to notice,

He woke up from a dream!!!!!!!

Do this and keep doing!

2007-09-26T13:09:00.000+05:30

Do this and keep doing,
Or else you will be burning,
On the roads with mobs shouting,
“Down, Down”, you listening?
Performance under pressure,
Handful of politics, often tricks,
Over analysis, huh, the tabloids,
Concentration, you call it quits?

Dhana Dhan Dhoni!! Crowds love you,
Till you hit those sixes,
Or else, you go places
For you wouldn’t have a house
To live in, as they thrash it!
Careful skip, show your whip,
Keep winning, until you are fired.

Rocking yuvi!! Six in a row,
The champagne did flow,
Young blood they told,
Robin, Irfan, RP, Bhajji,
And the Openers, Kept your cool,
Adrenaline was high, were a Team,
Now keep Rocking,
On the symphony of serious criticism..!

The thesis of Indian cricket,
Have less to boast,
But it fills papers,
On the commentators waters,
Work hard Indian team,
Two Extremes are watching your stream!

Yama

2007-08-30T10:29:00.000+05:30

Victim-oh student!
of hell- you still independent.
fate kills your name,
venom takes your fame,
Oblivion's now your game,
At last, After the Blast.

You know that?
you were at Gokul Chat?
when crime eroded,
humanity questioned,
you were killed,like you aint exist?
My holyness! - don't you know the rest?

Cadaverous winds- they were flown,
These cops should have known,
Now, no God gifts you life,
He sent me- the ultimate Yama!
to do this karma!
oh hell ! this is karma!

know what to do!

2007-08-30T10:27:00.000+05:30

caring to dominate,
my eyes don't speak of rage.
starting to do,
don't wanna be on my feet.
All i wanted,
is what am not ready for.
These tears of confusion,
flow till I know,
what to do!

Being Capable,
isn't just enough.
the direction, when missing
gives me a thousand ways
to choose,misinterpret!
still I choose,
people not to understand..
me as confused..
but these tears of confusion,
flow till I know,
what to do!

till I realize,
what to do!

or till I discover,
what to do!

friend

2007-07-26T22:13:00.001+05:30

A touch of eternity

A touch of console

Everything on whole

So close to soul

Who is he?

Freak out, unwind

Flirt, get dumped

Fight, get a bruise

He is with you

Who is he?

Every moment you relish,

Every moment you share,

Every moment you feel,

Gossip, gang war,

Chat, chilling out,

Whispers, copied answers,

Gadgets, outing,

Business plans, scams,

Annoying, ragging,

Night-out, not to forget knock-out!

Do you know their meaning?

Go ask him,

He is your friend.

Don’t u have one?

Don’t think you are not dead.

eyes

2007-07-26T01:38:00.001+05:30

Hard to convey a meaning

Heart speaks something, eyes show nothing

For long how could I believe in,

My eyes? Underneath nothing lies!
Am longing to express my dear one

They never know

For this I hate my eyes!

I really does..!

Never do they let the tear to pass through,

Never do they turn red,

Never you be glad,

For they don’t show that either..

They dream, appear lifeless

These chaos, the list is endless

For this I hate my eyes!

I really does..!

Its time my eyes speak..

“shut up freak, so stubborn you look!

We create emotions, articulate thoughts

Shed tears, show you dwell in blues..

And are covered by two doors,

You call them eye lids..

Open them, don’t dream

We are here to show your dear one”

I realize how I choke my eyes

I better act wise

How small I desire, shouldn’t go haywire

Hate instead, I have to use my eyes whenever

hidden expression

2007-07-26T01:36:00.000+05:30

With overflowing love I contemplate

Why can’t I express? Why hesitate?

This love is so deep, so deep

Took away my space, my sleep

Somewhere in my mind, I try

Think about if I should cry

How can I come out of myself

A lacking expression, on whose behalf?

Over I ponder, my wit comes off age?

Deep I answer, write till the last page

Someday when this book comes into light

This hidden expression would be someone’s delight!!!

trying to forget how to close my eyes

2007-07-26T01:34:00.000+05:30

i had a dream las nite,
saw bodies wrapped around a tree,
saw people clutter in the gutter,
blood flowing on the boulevards,
bats were like pied pipers.

"am trying to forget how to close my eyes,
inorder to forget how to sleep,and dream,
so that i wudn't have to go back to that hell !"

i wondered what could be the reason,
how helluva is such a hell,
i prayed the whole nite,
asking for the reason,a gud reason.
i have got my answer,a realisation.

but still..

"am trying to forget how to close my eyes,
inorder to forget how to sleep,and dream,
so that i wudn't have to go back to that hell !"

i had a whole lot of introspection..................
spection..........spection...............

all those in my dream were lovers,
led the whole life in fantasies,
forgot the responsibilities,became slaves,
an angel from heaven wants to save me,
she warned me before i get into the agony.

now...

"i do wanna close my eyes,
i do wanna sleep,i do wanna dream,
coz now i do know i am not in that hell."

killing my heart

2007-07-26T01:27:00.002+05:30

when, how much i loved u,
transcended by the fear of losin u.
when,albeit having an angel behind,
smelled by a cadaverous wind.
when,brooding by her wings,
deprived me of exigent things.
i started killing my heart,
but still it aint dead.

i fell prey to the malice,
caused by that little place,
controlling head to the base,
deceive with that mesmerising face.
now,my wit and vigor come back,
its time i act wise and fight back.
i started killing my heart
but still it aint dead (and am still fighting)

play a chord major

2007-07-26T01:26:00.001+05:30

I fear the pressure,to hide disclosure.
I hate my emotions,and even confessions.
i feel the tears,caused by those dreams.
these r my feelings,for the last few nights.

(all i have to do is:
pick the rite note,
hit the rite string,
play a chord major)

[i am not a slave,for ur fuckin grave....................]

this mess make sense, by conscience.
a four letter word, freaks in from unknown world.
seem to stop us bleed,actually feed its greed.
halts the chase,says u can't run the race.

(all i have to do is;
pick the rite note,
hit the rite string,
play a chord major)

hit the rite string.........
pick the rite note.........

hit the rite note.....
pick the rite string.......

u r miles away

2007-07-26T01:25:00.001+05:30

(I know you are oceans away,
but i feel u r jus four letters away,
its time for my feelings to say.)

I took this chance to say u,
in this intense hour of adieu,
coz i know,if i waste time anymore,
my lost heart,it aint exist nomore.
i feel ur presence,in ur physical absence.
i hear the words,see two shadows.
but still my mind seems to act..
"never let a woman know,never...
let a woman know dat u r interested.."

(I know you are oceans away,
but i feel u r jus four letters away,
is it the rite time for me to say?)

Am i the one?,who lose control .
or the one who can't convince himself?
no!never!!,all these feelings disappear...
someday,when all the luck is mine.
nothing can put my name to shame
and i don freak out till i get da fame.
"I am a rock,yes!!!!!,I am a rock...
I am a rock wid that rock in me. "

(I know you are oceans away,
I feel u r four letters away,
sorry,i dont say my feelings away)

someone inside

2007-07-26T01:24:00.001+05:30

days passed by,where is my day?
didn't get a call,will i get it?
fed up by the haunting,i want an answer.
where should i search for?tired of doing so..

then..

(someone inside doin the 'talking'
i thought it was my 'thinking'
i didnt know dat was ''u''
was so long i've been waiting for ''u'')

that early attachment,made me arrogant..
how cud i do that?I ignored u..
still adore u,hold no breath without u..
pls forgive me for noone is perfect.

then..

(someone inside doin the 'talking'
i thought it was my 'thinking'
i didnt know dat was ''u''
was so long i've been waiting for ''u'')

world seems to be lonely without you

2007-07-26T01:23:00.001+05:30

baby u gave me a hint of ur love,
but i really dont know the truth.
i am a moron,i never understand these metaphors.
please my love,say it in ur words that u love me.
my belief brings me the salvation.
i dont want to get out of this euphoria.
pls honey,give me the intimation,
i am fed up by this recent intimidation.

(baby dont leave me back in this world of loneliness,
as this world seems to be lonely with out u.)

first time, i saw the innocence in ur eyes,
its then, i started comparing girls with butterflies.
i always remember ur lips asking for something,
then i came to know the magic in a smootch.
i saw u worry for the ecstacy of others,
its then i started devoloping feelings of compassion.
everyone used to call me a jerk and a loser,
now i want to win the world with ur consent.

(baby dont leave me back in this world of loneliness,
as this world seems to be lonely with out u.)

feed my passion

2007-07-26T01:21:00.000+05:30

neither am patient to listen to anecdotes,
nor am poisoned to go for antidotes...
soon to hear my metal brain corrode..
do everything u can.. to stop this dude!!!..
a blazing fire inside ur little heart..
argues it wanna own this body part..

(dont know what caused this raising inferno,
but it said it won't be pacified till am.....
gonna feed my passion,turned obsession,
no other way,take the road less travelled. )

am i the one who have to choose my path..
or should i wait for someone to do that for me..
someone inside me sayin,"hit the deck!!!"
or else the antagonist inside starts to fuck!!!
lotta introspection goin on,the fire ignite..
it has tried to explain me the whole nite.

(dont know what caused this raising inferno,
but it said it wont be pacified till am...
gonna feed my passion,turned obsession,
noother way,take the road less travelled.)

noone in this world can be an overnight star,
u require a kindling fire to be a rock star..
u cant be tacit,if so better lose it..put ur..
head in robert frost's road not taken..
if the road more travelled u choose...
me,the fire inside u is gonna footloose..

(dont know what caused this raising inferno,
but it said it wont be pacified till am...
gonna feed my passion,turned obsession,
noother way,take the road less travelled.)

more in me than the way I feel "me"

2007-07-26T01:18:00.000+05:30

got through those haunting creepers,
abrased them finding reasons to smile..
hosted for years the satanic cult...
found ways to impose new world order.(for my inside world)

(am waiting for the day when i am convinced that...
i have more in me than the way i feel 'me')

got eloquent,after being somniloquent..
for years,undercovers,afraid to express.
hit the bottle on my face,i never bled..
for i had that infinite void,no exagerration!!

(am waiting for the day when i am convinced that..
i have more in me than the way i feel 'me')

soon i am gonna be haunted to be wanted.
i have to find more than a thousand ways..
to express..should i have to say now??
i do regret for i not being a poet..

(am waiting for the day when i am convinced that..
i have more in me than the way i feel ' me')