Sloshed Rhythm

A pencil in hand
after years swept in sand
not much to moan
neither much left in hand.

Friends around
talking over bottles of rum;
about times to come
and of the by-gone.

A bit sleepy
at the dawn break,
darkened hours though;
unfolds a brighter day

By the sea, i sit and sing
of hopes and wishes
and dreams of colorful days.

Trigger Dream

Disclaimer: Romantic overdose, incoherence, displaced emotions, urge to express certain nonsense and all possible meaningless questions! Read at your own risk. ;-)

for lack of better pictorial representation, but nothing beats this.. :)

When the moon descends with its silver veil

To the shimmering puddles on the lake

Will you sit by my side to say?

Life’s nothing but a golden deck!

Will you take my hand into yours?

Will you promise a life long sail?

Through the crest and troughs in the years ahead!

Without Music Life would be a Mistake. - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Otherwise a restless person, I have observed that i can stick to only one thing and spend hours. 

It washes away the dust of mundaneness,
It soothes the madness,
It elates the feeling of Feeling Good,
It erases the lows,
It establishes the point of "Change" and 'Constant" in the sweetest possible way,
It teaches me to take as It comes,
It negates the malice,
It helps me to laugh when i feel so,
It encourages me to cry if something feels dry.
and
It gives me a High
and gives me reasons enough to Live my Life.

"Without certain things, life wouldn't have been what it is.
Precious of them all is what we call Music!"

As weird as it can get! A weird thought passed my mind today.

Which is more scary and difficult to survive!

Running amidst a blazen forest or

jumping into a whirlpool from a height?

just as intense the thought was, i needed a smoke to relax.

Hungry and sleepy a bit
Helped myself with a packet of Maggi
and a mug of coffee in my fist

Set with plate, mug and fork
i sat on the bed
and read while waiting for the stuff
to cool to taste

Reading the last line of an engrossing paragraph,
I saw two red ants running over the page.
Fingerpede (if that is a word) it and saw two more,
and then came running, a few more.

To check the scene i picked up the plate

and saw them running with an attacking gaze!

some swimming in the coffee, some burning in the heat
they had taken up the bed and i felt a red swollen itch.

The question suddenly changed!
which is more scary?!
to eat ant littered food or sleep with them!
and bam intruded the Reality check!

So to conclude:
Life addressed as Dude,
you think i am unaware of the fact that i am one of your prey?!

you attack me in situations where worst expected!

to top it all

Your friend, Destiny, never ever showed me its pretty face

A request if i do!

I know i am whacky in my own little way

but can you please stop poking so hard to say?!

My energy and enthusiasm

matches my bank balance

so i cannot give in much effort to strike on your ugly looking face

but pounce back i will, for sure

tommorrow or day after whenever i conjure.

Warm Fragrance

Fragrance of winter winds, moisturisers, of those packed woollens..like those napthalene balls lending the woollens their warmth, the fragrance of warmth, of closeness, of nearness, of love that keeps life going in the otherwise chill.

The onset of winter with its characterised morning sun invading the warm intimacies of  lip-locked lovers in arms....and the day rolls in.


The winter afternoon with its warm touch..like someone standing by you, holding your hand, assuring you the pleasure of togetherness and with the clock ticking toward the day's end, the fading sun caressing smoothly like lovers walking down a sun-washed alley to part for the day before their next meet, with a gentle kiss stamping their departure and a gentle touch holding a promise to meet soon....and the sun rolls down...