Complicated spring.

Its an over-used word
an under-understood thing
how my feelings kick right now
is complicated.. my complicated spring..

The colors here, are always blinding
the breeze always pricks
you tell yourself "Its seasonal"
and try not to give in to the pretty "tricks"..

but whatever happens
you are ready for the high road
lets see how it craps this time
do you, don't you.. explode

I fight.

You don't listen,
you won't melt.
You will always get hurt,
coz I like speeding up, without seat-belt..

Never care, or bother
Never understand what I go through.
You just need your fake ideals ,
to be brushed everyday like brand new shoe..

Its like, I am singing to deaf ears
painting for the blind
each day, it pains a little more
and each night, I ignore and rewind..

Won't stay for too long
I think I will escape
I know it is stupid
but i refuse to live in tapes..

dear mosqui!

Don't bite mosquito!!!

I am of a superior race
can't tolerate your disgrace
how dare you touch me
You Son of a Bitch!!, i swear i'll kill thee!!!

I work, i smile, i think
you come, you drink.
make my moment "Rotten Tomato"!!
and break my harmony, my legato..

Go suicide!!!
i'll buy you the rope, the electric chair, the cyanide.
or bite some bitch
Just,, leave me alone!!, coz hell!!, you itch :(

Its not, like i got anything against you
maybe, i'll do the same if i were you
but still; you make me psycho-frantic
so, next time you come closer.. it won't be romantic ;)

The simple truth... 15

Soap Opera Woman: Excuse me.
Wiley: Excuse me.
Soap Opera Woman: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?


(from the movie "Waking life"; full of intricate details about simple things you ignore...)

The void

some voids are impossible to fill
some we make impossible
others are just meaningless pits
of mediocrity and cowardice...

omelette and cold coffee

woke up at 5
boiled the milk and spilled it
remembered my mom who
is such a pro at the cooking-shit...

broomed and groomed the kitchen floor
had a good bath myself
played good music
and then woke up my nice lil elfs

Margaret(Maggi), Rahul, Jatin, Sanjana
and a good sunday breakfast
as unlikely it seemed
but felt like a moment going to last.

Maggi pouring her heart sized oil serving
then giant dose of red chilli powder
Rahul saving the day with bhurji
and Jatin stealing the credit shower

but Maggi; good cold coffee!!!
although, the mixer-lid had a hole
and nice church time
however, i think i'm certainly not a religious soul...

whirlpool.

its about deep secrets
its about thin crusts
about shoved off pieces
of her skin, which (by the way) rusts.

she likes being complicated
coz things bore when too simple
has an ego, thats inflated
like a green mushroom pimple.

crinkled, crumpled contradicting brain
sees constricted life with a dilated whim.
she looks like champagne covered in chains,
unscrewed and fragrant; and still filled upto the brim.

clearly, its all a trap
a whirlpool pulling her from inside
and there is nothing she can do
she doesn't wanna run and she just can't hide.