Saturday, July 9, 2011

Last Train to the Past

Tomorrow I should organise my thoughts.
One box for the transience
and one for all that related to conscience
One for her and one for her and one for her!
One for it.
Infinite such tomorrows have gone by
and by all probability go by.
Yet tomorrow might be the day;
when dark things might stop crawling into my bed sheets
when migraines of yore might be washed ashore never to come again.
Don’t wake me up rudely, I hate when people startle me
And you friendly ghost don’t you dare boo at me.
For all who live inside the walls of my room
 I have stopped talking to you.
Strangers in my dream god bless you, you may go.
I run towards sleep the only saviour
When the sticky violet hands of the night chase
to tear open my heart to reveal the dawn with streaks of blood.
Clueless I ask the stranger on the side
“Mister, when does the last train to the past leave?’’
I have some unfinished business there.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Narcotic Life

Convoluted mathematical derivations
seem simple before the turns of destiny
which is unravelled unrivalled.
If we have the magic key that opens every door
honey the challenge is to find the key hole now.
Fate does not make you weaker
instead it keeps getting smarter.
The neural network of the universe is ever updating
every move that can possible be conceived by human
every thought that is still covered in the mental placenta
is a mere variable in the universal equation.
If in doubts destiny lets you win,
experiments with you and learns skills
which will be used against you.
Still man lives on,
the one who knows this and the one who doesn’t.
He runs behind the solution of this equation
which the universe has not yet finished and hence he will live on.
As yet another night fades into a pale dawn
It rekindles lost forsaken hopes.
But still we look forward to it.
Cheers to life.
The most effective narcotic known to mankind yet.......


The mind gets disturbed when everything is calm
Yet finds peace in disturbance
If peace and transients are two sides of the same coin
Where do I go in search of peace and why?
Any relationship is an additional bundle
And which one is the last to break the camel’s back?
We spend our entire lives carrying bundles
Is that all I am made for?
Oh no baby, do not follow me
I am not marriage material.
And why do things I run away from
Get attracted to me all the more?
Thrill of chase leaves both of us tired.
When I can’t even practice what I preach
What use is any preaching of?
If questions and answers are two coins of the same side
Should I even look out for the answers of these questions?
To hell with the world
I am on my way to become an Avadhuta!