The Truth

Masaya. Our creation, our idea of permanence, of a guarantee. Our insight into the future we planned so delicately, so meticulously. Details, details, the details that composed each detail. We got lost in our own illusions.
Masaya was no lie. Masaya is my reality, Masaya is my stability, my trust, a part of us that will go on, whether we do or not. Engraved.
This is more than just a memory. This is greater than just a phase, or a page in book. This is the book itself, strongly bound. This is the sunrise and the tri-colored sky, and the sunset with too many stars to fill one sky.
This was reality, and it crashed. This was perfection, and it's scarred. This was hope, and I'm still hoping.
This is still my eternity, eternally. This is you.

Parafuckingnoia.

Jabber mute

Jabber, blabber, jabber

Words using your throat

As a ladder

And bursting out of your mouth

Mute.


Manicured scratching

Screeching, peeling, scratching

Peel off your paranoia

Expose yourself

SCREAM

Let it out


Destruction, break it,

Break it and exploit

Those pieces

Create it

Live it

Breathe it and

Exhale slow





Explode

Never Stopped To Question Why

Do you contradict your contradictions,

While arguing about what’s right

And wrong,

And possibly something that doesn’t belong

In either category?

Have you questioned limitations

That reality inflicts?

The norms, the rules, society

And being taken too little

Or too seriously?

Do you write to be heard

Or to able to hear yourself

Through the various voices

Trying to shut you up?

Does your sight become

Your sound?

Do you feel unplugged

From yourself?

Feel like the audience

In your own picture?

Feel like an inflated balloon

Thriving to be pierced

Just to let something out?

Do you question

The necessity for these punctures?

Are you feeling?

NonsensensensensensE

The cockroach swam
In the paan and spit
And a hen sat blushing
Over the cow’s first kiss
The bus wheels spun
As Banno the goat,
Looked for her spectacles

Chotti was being sold
For a week’s worth of rice
Half for the family,
Double half for the mice
The saans blamed the bahu
For her gastro-meningitis
Camels wore children as hats
To block out the sun.

It is a well known fact
That camel rides are fun
Thus Granny stories travelled
From generation to generation
Sometimes delayed en route
By collapsed car engines.

Ramu quit his job to be
Just like Rajnikaanth
Munni married clerk Prasad
To please her grand aunt
Village ladies swayed their hips
While their bangles played songs,
The elders sat around the fire,
Puffing on their bongs.

Dogs sat around
Watching a drunken brawl
Rodents watched the sunset
The tourist was appalled
There is absolutely nothing
That you wouldn’t find here
Welcome to a journey
Through Mother India.

Ah! More nonsense!

Big cars, small cars,
Fancy dilapidated cars,
Enter the city’s farce.

Fat cows, traffic cows,
Keeping the traffic slow,
Traffic cops are no show

Order, disorder,
Disorder in order,
The cow controls the law, dear!

Cows horns, drivers limbs,
Signal their where abouts,
Signaling the way out.

Cattle and traffic jams
Mutton, beef, ham jams
Non-vegetarian scam.

Nonsense Poems - Billboard

A lizard pundit once

Thought it wise

To shed his disguise

At spiritual meetings

To help meet the Lord

Due to migrating flies

That stopped mating

Resembling his lack of dating

We are deviating

From the topic

“You see my fellow citizens,

Lions fearful of the hare

Hide in daylight

But your sins wouldn’t dare

So we must gather to prepare

Cook them,

And store on a shelf

Hence guiding you to

Get in touch with your inner self

While the lizard advertised

And filled cups with advice

On solutions for inner doubt

There was yet another device

Devoid of flies

For comfort inside out

Ironically placed beside,

(Putting all else aside),

An invitation to meet God

Lux Cosy decided to claim

Using an instrument of fame

That they had the perfect solution

To liberate inner shame

Hrithik Roshan flaunted underwear

Making the locals aware

Of comfort that can be felt

If they would only care

To purchase a pack or two,

One for pundit, one for you,

And united you could say

Yeh Andar Ki Baat Hai

Nonsense poems - Good Life

Bones and stones

And stoney bones

Tomato and potato

Potato flavored tomatoes

Spit and spatter

Gruesome matter

One left slipper

An expired nail clipper

These are the village cow

Basanti’s dinner

She produces milk

And as smooth as silk

The contents include

From all things crude

To all things shroud

Shroud to crude

Polite and rude

As the children drink

Watched over by the wife

I say, welcome to the Good Life!

Nonsense Poems - Indian Bus Ride

This bus is a cup,

Brimming with creatures,

Big nose, small toes,

And other amusing features.

From here to there,

To every type of where,

Jump on, jump in,

Inhale the stink.

Enjoy the view,

And mind your head,

Dhoomrapaan

Manna hai.

If there’s no place,

You’ll have to sit inside,

Don’t mind that stench,

Hygiene just died.

And finally,

When you’re settled in,

You’ll hear the conductor say,

Aap ka stop aa gaya hai.

Untitled.

Your lips are sealing,

And you’re slowly feeling,

Feeling, feeling,

Detached.

Your scars were healing,

Till you felt like screaming,

Screaming, screaming,

Through them.

You’re slowly hating,

And contemplating,

The realism in the reality,

Of contentment.

You’re tired of playing,

And persistently swaying,

Swaying, swaying,

Mentally.

Your mental sway,

Has no cadence.

You cannot sense,

What you are feeling.

You’re settling,

Into the numb.

You find veracity in now.

UpsidedownsideuP

Reject, redial,
The phone line’s fragile
Under the pressure
Of restless words
Lost inner connection
Between thoughts,
Between dealings
And misleading
Fast forwarded years,
Pause, stop, play
Eject.
End of one phase,
And the beginning of another,
That begins at the end,
Of relations with another
Who you smother
With enough to burst the ego
The super large ego
Bursting at the seams
Step out, step down,
Cold, shudder,
Give up, give away,
Everything
Groan, moan, sigh
Hopeless hoping
Escaping to imprisonment
Of body mind soul
The works, the whole
Losing control
Forward spiral
Swivel backwards side
Collide
White, pure white chaos.

Painting.

Slice of a tree bark,

Carpentered curved and slim,

Tinted viridian,

And crowned with Sable lips

Softly kisses the hues,

Embracing an assortment of shades,

And when it speaks,

It narrates a story,

A story of emotions,

Indescribable by words,

On to a bare, inviting canvas,

Creating long lasting impressions,

Pouring spirit into its blankness,

Painting on diverse expressions

Filling it with a soul,

A reason for existence

The static between,

Itself and the other,

Bears a relationship unique,

One beyond understanding,

One not worth wanting to decipher

In fear of losing it’s charm

And it is him, who controls,

The destiny of the two,

It is him, who’s engulfed

In their supernatural liaison

When he brings the two together,

Attempting to create what no other

Can create for him

A message to an audience

A message for himself

The hidden truth, the broken heart, the raging id,

Anything, everything

‘I paint with my heart’, says he,

‘Not with my hands.’

Naïve

One step two,

I fell for you,

tripped,

it doesn't hurt just yet.

Three step four,

flat on the floor,

leave me breathless,

wanting more.

Five step six,

your magic tricks,

mesmerize,

hypnotize me.

Six step seven,

straight to eleven,

impatience was never a virtue was it?

Enchanted,

mystified,

half a drop of terrified,

Allurement,

enticement,

a bottle of excitement,

Fascinated by your hidden talents,

Captivated by your charm.

Four sunsets,

I forget,

But I can't stop what I'm feeling.

Don't stop what I'm feeling.

29.11.2008

Monochrome identities
Frozen in motion
Intoxicated

I freeze
In my infatuation
You’re spotted

They all sit down
You stand out
Glowing

I follow you
With my eyes
Unknowing

My eyes look askance
In attempt
To construe

The magnitude
Of elation
I get from you

Pull you towards me
Breaths distance away
Breathless

My words are skipping
On a hidden rope
As they confess

I’m captivated
Much fascinated
By you

I wish to be
The solo orbit
That leads to you.

Elegant Confusion

Needles and thread,
The unspoken, the unsaid.
Patch work and mud,
Radiant smiles and blood.
Ink-less, blank page,
Memories wrinkle with age,
The red red nail varnish
And the black sky.

Five page long text,
All of them, and then the rest,
Spotlights and clicks,
And life's supernatural tricks.
One step closer to me,
One heart skips a beat.
The soft pink innocence
And purple confusion.

One step away,
Winter killed day,
Empty tissue box,
With it’s very own lock,
A never-ending playlist,
Burnt letter, broken promise.
Long drives and sunrise,
And the heartless cries.
One whisper, hush
A senseless touch.
So different, so natural, so real,
So confusing.

What goes around,
Makes its way through,
Then lifts itself,
Comes back to haunt you,
Like the cerulean star,
And the black black canvas,
The old pictures and the lies,
The semi-broken sky,
The piano in the jewelry box
And words that make no sense.
No sense, illogical, words dipped in alcohol,
Like yours,
Revenge,
You promised me,
And we danced,
Danced and got lost in this elegant confusion.
You confuse me.

Caramel

Open mouth,

Your words pour out

Like caramel

Flowing through and through

Pulling me closer to you

I might be drowning

Gasping for air

And you’re right there

As always

Standing still

While your mouth does a dance

And your words play the music.

End

Anxious,
Breathing heavy,
Waiting, waiting, waiting…

Personally connected,
Body connected
Soul disconnected.

Nice to meet you too.

Mute, disconnecting.
Thousand words, million letters,
Playing hide and seek in my head.

Awkward silence, longing kiss,
It feels so right, it feels so right.
This is so wrong.

Verbally emotional,
Physically linked,
It’s been so long.

Leave it all behind,
Leave it all behind.
Let it go.

Ex Lovers

On a flying machine,

Guilt trip, bad trip.

Crashing into your perception of reality,

Your distortion.

Emotional malfunction,

Emotional menace.

Blackmail, threat mail.

Suicide letters, printed anguish.

In a submarine,

Sinking deep, sinking low,

Sinking into your disarray,

Floating on your disorders.

Mental interruption,

Mental cessation.

Future wreck, devastation,

Body, soul - lock up.

In a speeding automobile,

Goodbye, goodbye,

Goodbye sanity,

Goodbye reason and understanding.

Hello, Hello hell.

I Am.

I’m drifting
I’m shifting
My emotions
From one side to the other--
I’m losing
But I’m choosing
This twisted path
On my own--
I’m a mess
Intertwined in the rest
Of what remains
From the past--
I’m haunted
Much daunted
By my actions
Awaiting reactions--
When the truth exposes itself
On a stage, someplace
The crowd is crowded
Coward, I’m shrouded
Frightened and unprepared
To face all that I’d dared
To have created in the first place--
I’m not dealing
I’m not healing
I’m handcuffed
And I’m the only one with the key
I’m gagged
I’ve dragged
The undeserving
Down this mud path

I am
A mess, a test, an experiment of disaster
The thread, the puppet, and the puppet master

I am
The court, the ball, the key player
The fraud, the fool, and the betrayer

I am a victim
Of malevolence, guilt and blunder
Does it make you wonder
Is it me you really love?

Shoot the Liar

The colors are flying now,

With the shooting moons

The stars are dying now

This afternoon

The sky’s a hide out

For everything you fear

The façade is melting

As you feel them near

The box is empty

Your head - reversed

You shoot the liar

To break the curse

Which you created

A few months rewound

But you hide in fear now

As the moons hit ground

You hear them whispering

As the breeze hits your ears

You put the flame out

With your tears

You’re frail and fragile

You’re scared and weak

Your lips are kissed

So your words can’t speak

You struggle for sanity

Your peace is at war

You try to sew up

What your insecurities tore

The knots are opening

And the rope’s too thin

For you to walk on

Away from your sins

You’re floating above now

To join the stars

To take you with them

To take you far

Your explanations

Are left to dry

They wave to you

As you head for the sky.