listening to the extremist i just realised that the screwdriver is turning again.

please me,for i have needs
pamper me till my soul is sinfully asleep
take me to that vernal shower,that love feeds.
hold me when i blush. hold me when i weep.

hold my hand. the swell of the bosom
hot flush to the cheek.and elsewhere.
the pouted lips. the restless wind.
my breathing shudders now. you speak not.
you'r killing me with your eyes
please. please, for i havent sinned.

lie down. whisper a lie
let them weep, let the world cry.
i am selfishly all desire
enrobed in the windswept cold mire.

please me,for i have needs
pamper me till my soul is sinfully asleep
take me to that vernal shower,that love feeds.
hold me when i blush. hold me when i weep.

disrobe me.....


ps: this is supposed to be a girls view.(in case 'swell of the bosom' confused you)

habits die hard. bad habits die harder.

theres a smudge of a water droplet
on my burning cigrette.
will it put out the flame?


we'll have to wait and see.
it burns with an eerie blue flame
creeping towards the smudge.


creeps further engulfing the stain.
the moistness is gone.
it continues to burn.





it stops wen its all over.
wen the tobbaco is finished.
and just a stub remains.


its time to flik it.
its time to move on....
to another one.

its days like this that remind you what it feels like to feel good. and the oddity of its absence for so long hits you right in the face. Its no perticular reason that makes this day any different(apart from the fact that it is a sunday). Its just that i woke up to a dry BRIGHT sunny day. Enough reason for me to smile. Its quite unlike those hot humid days, wen sweat crawls down ur back which you mistake for an insect. you disrobe to find nothing, but ur ugly expanding waistline. dry feels clean.
i am awestruck by the sheer brightness of the day. i have been living in the dark for too long. i had come to think such brightness was only in the movies. and there is so much color to it. you step out and you find a myriad of intense colors screamin at you, like little children in a classroom seeking to attract attention.and the bright sun adds to it all a dull sheen, even to the most inanimate of objects. it all feels gud, it all fells correct. its wen ur happy for no reason that you are truly happy.
I realise that this is just a 'momantary lapse of reason' and i'll be out of it before you can say 'cat in a hat'. but for the moment im out like a 'mole from his hole', and i might as well enjoy it.



a passing thought:
if unity was strength, we wud have siamese twins fr olympic winners.
or better still we would all be one giant orb with 6 billion heads stickin out.
now that would be cool.absolutely.

hey man we are all going to die one day, unless you take the pain to bring me back to life just to kill me a second time.

dont do that.

pooped

i got pooped on, by a bird, yet again.
they have developed a special liking fr me.
the walking-talking loo. :|

reminds me of wat i read a long time ago.

birdie birdie in the sky
left a poopie in my eye
me dont care me dont cry
me just happy that a cow dont fly.

ah...i feel alot better now. guess that bird will live fr another day.

Mobius Strip

This is a mobius strip.
it was discovered by...yes its obvious..
No! not jhonny.
by mobius...some ancient greek guy.
out of the many things, one thing is that its cool.
the really cool thing about it is that,
imagine urself walking on one of its surfaces, u'll end up on the other side eventually. that is to say u can move from one side of the paper to the other side without having to make a hole in it. now that is cool. how? dont ask.
now if a litrerian was told about such a thing, heres wat he would probably have to say.."now that is utterly amazing. How deep a sense it signifies. I beleive it stands for the confluence of the two faces of a persons persona. It depicts how there is a smooth transition between the dark and the bright, how they r inseprable."

now thats just making too many inferences. litrerians have this tendency of drawing too many conclusions, blowing things out of proportions. why, im not even sure litrerian is the right word to use. applies equally to psychologists. Freud et.al.its an attempt to hide the second fiddle they r palying.And how many of us aren't litrerians or psychologists? mobius discovered it give him credit for his art, genious whatever. innivation is art, all else is skill.

dont squeeze an orange expecting it to be a watermelon. orange tastes alot better.

I accidently(?) deleted my ENTIRE! music folder.
What kind of an ass does that?
Well, now u know.

the world in HD

the whole world is one giant HD movie. So real. so vivid, in surround sound. so boring.
yet it has its moments too.

popcorn anybody?

twisted neon lights in the distance
dance in the frgid night like fireflies
hoards of men and women crawl the streets
as if following some ancient cult.
what is this new religion
of hollow lafter and subliminal silence
each word echoes
bounces off concrete walls to fall
on concrete filled ears.
where is the sun, how was it?
i cant remember. was it just a concept?
did i wake up too soon, or is it too late?

suggestive.

I didnt expect you to expect life to be expectantly beautiful.

Cry Like a Man

for once let there be water in the eyes
for once let there be a starlit sky.
for once let the emotions take over
for once give up trying to recover
for once do not resist
for once accept defeat
for one dont be a coward
for once..
for once cry like a man.

OBSERVATIONS

ha!
well, the last few days have been .... i never have the right words wen i need them. BC.
last week was xam time. you know they say 'shit happens'. it does, and its so predictable. its almost like you r waiting for it to happen.

observations:

i have become a loser, unlike my former self.

you need fire, a zeal for everything. everything. without which ur cold, insipid, an unsucessful puppet dancing to the tunes of your vices.

i had fire once. so much energy. so much chakra :P

"wuld ya like to fly?
would ya?
would ya like to see me try?"

like i said the last few days have been...damn read the first line again.
yesterday night me johnny n PG were playing 'punch-me-in-the-arm-n-i'll-punch-u-back-harder!' . i realised that it was really hard (fr me ) to punch somebody without reason.
seriously. i just couldnt bring myself to do it. but of course all that changed wen my left arm was beaten to pulp by pg with two insanely hard punches. moral. u can incite any one to do anything. almost. myarm is all swollen red , with a localised fever. all for fun. fun for all. so lame.
johnny broke his thumb tring to punch me, missing, and scraping his thumb against me body.

"can you picture what will be
so limitless and free
desperately in need of some strangers hand
in a desperate land"

we was watching crossroads too. with all bhokaal guitarists on stage. phew.
santana says 'guitar is.....I never wanted to be anything else, since i was a child. There was no distraction for me.' its so reassuring to know there are people out there who are sure of wat they have done, wat they are doing, wat they r gonna do. it makes me envious too.

people shy away from the rain too much. its not like its gonna melt you.

sutta sucks. but its way too cool.
there is so much in a glass, yet theres so little.

another thing. you have to be biased to like or unlike something. to love or to detest.

"this is the end
my only friend the end
it hurts to set you free
but u'll never follow me
the end of lafter
and soft lies
the end of nights
we tried to die."

everything heals man. everything.
what, i say even death heals.

blah blah blah..... :)
cheerio