Wednesday, April 30, 2008
मेरे यार की शादी है ......
So what’s the story.... You guys might have experienced similar stuff.... two weeks ago my best buddy from School got married, then another friend of mine got married last week. I was involved in all the hulla gulla of the weddings.....my sister was also there and she tells me that she thinks its the right time for her to get married.
I don't know what to say but....Well now she's been in a relationship for last three years and whenever I have tried to talk to her about getting married she has given me a weird cold look...which is her way of saying "NO". I talked to her about this only few months ago and she gave me that cold look. And now just because we are at a wedding she is telling me that she wants to get married. ah... well .... Its kindda funny....
So basically now I am at that stage of my life when I realize that everyone around me is getting married (or is already married); Knowing exactly how my system functions....I am gonna be having really stupid dreams about weddings now.... really, I can see it: well something like me riding naked on the घोड़ी that is apparently dressed as a groom ...... or standing alone in a wedding पंडाल ......
Everyone else getting married is OK....because at that time I could tell myself ..."dude ...you are OK....all by yourself.....Look at Aman, he is pretty much the same age as you...... and there is no fucking way that he is gonna get married for at least another 5-7 years.....be single ... thats good" .......But with Aman getting married ...... I am gonna have to come up with another explanation.... but quite honestly he was my only buddy, I pretty much believed will be single at least for another 5-7 years....
Just today I was talking to this girl I know from my previous workplace. We started talking about marriage again... seems like thats the hot topic......
Of all the people Aman is getting Married ..... Aman Rai getting married even before the girls from our college group is indeed a news. I happy for the guy...... Congrats Aman
But I still think somehow ....everyone is trying to fool me ......it can be a big joke..... or may be this is just a dream........
Impromptu act
Just then
When I thought it was time,
And me sulked enough
And me smile
For eternal pain over
All me said and all me done
And all my audience passed by
I get my act back,
Me a star, oh! Showbiz throws me back up
I am sad again
I cry again
It’s show time again!!
Wax that melts and drips
And waves that hit the sand
Act for that moment
Call it lust, call it an affair
It ceases as another one emerges
Short lives and short stories
Hearts are crazy machines
And brains make them worse
Humans just can’t get it right
We love drama
All showcased and glossy
Intermissions squeezed in, with popcorn and colas
Just in case they last forever
Don’t I love coming back
And cry over and over
Same bestsellers
Is it just because it’s easy
Or may be its too difficult
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Of addictions.....
I wonder and still wonder
It gives me goose bumps
And I turn deaf
To the sounds around
Have I lived my life yet?
Did I dream last night?
I am an addict
I am bonded
I am a slave
And I cry over my love
Fake orgasms
And Victorian mannerisms
I sit and relax
Watch the head going up and down
The captain of the ship
Drives me to a lonely island
Celluloid maddens me
And I sit fingers crossed
And eyes wide open
I need to kill a few animals
Nerves in my brain
And those in my legs
Entangled computer wires
All look the same
Monday, April 28, 2008
I came back yesterday,
Scarred all over
The roads pitied me
And the stars
Seduced me
Unheard songs
And aching eyes
Flashing lights
All tried
Briskly touched my soul
And passed by
All names
Still fragile
Mirror and glass
And that paper pile
Reminiscent of a number
in an old Hospital file
Charcoal path and concrete sides
Ask me to be alive
“Go and get a life”
Technology web,
A moralistic site
Like a walk through
An electronic circuit
Chips made hospitable
Trying to match up frequencies and signals
Godot’s rule and
We self execute our
Death programs
And enjoy
Those very sit-coms
Over house popcorn
A few lines written by me on the Copy Aid in my office
They said kill the man
Who breathes and
Drinks and walks and
Sometimes loves “self”
The bodies of those
Dead, stink and
Sometimes question, “god”.
They the gods
Witness and gossip
Eat the flesh
Still insane and still
Running the asylum.
Blank paper’s itch
A blank paper, on a crossroad
Time eats me up as quicksand
I am volatile without a coffin
Fluttering eye and siesta in my veins
A night of pain
And a heart so distant
Too many pictures around
Portraits of strangers
And off season discounts
Flash through the whiteness
Of the blank paper
Stories, poems, songs, sketches
Memoirs and diary entries
Epistolary, novels and sonnets
So much and too many
All in my eyes or just the paper’s itch
I wait, I wait
To understand the mystery,
Of body and mind
Sex and love
Siamese twins
Ciphers disdain these questions
Some ambiguities can’t be deciphered
By a mere itch
Blank paper is just as susceptible
As a crossroad