DOOMED DREAMS(*^*%#**)

I say first things first

For even a zombie needs his life now

And over a dead man’s chest

I shirk my

Clandestine of affairs somehow….

To this day, the deadliest of my dream comes haunting me down

And I look over my shoulder

To search for an escape downtown…

The street under the bridge is filled with

Frightening looking things

For even my fleshy sunken face

Flinches in pain…

Tip-toed, I moved ahead a bit too farther

On the dark crap laden street

Washing my hands off my seedy past sheets...

The dimly-lit street was

Coarse but, just fine

Dead but, just alive

Roasted but, ever so raw

Rotten but, Yet so preserved

Zoning in and zoning out,

I looked for my henchmen behind

But turning back, I see nobody behind

For I took pride in my own false snide…

From better to bitter, my relationships seems to stale away in this horrendous dark night

For I see my demise no matter if it

Was just a chance ride….

I ask for you....Do you ask after me?

                              I ask for your hug

                             When you are not around

                              I ask for your arm around me

                              Just to feel the mystique touch of your presence

                              I ask for your forgiveness

                              Just to let you pierce through me

                              I ask for your love

                              So that I may dive deep in your eyes

                              I ask for a wink at me

                              To see just a tinge of playfulness in your mystical eyes

                              I ask for your smile

                              So as to make my day brightest of all

                              I ask for your gentle push

                              So as to hear the butterflies grooving in my belly

                              I ask for your companionship

                              Because I love it when you gently stroke my hair

                              All this while,

                              My quixotic heart has been asking after you…

                              It has become foible with time,

                              Chasing what many may call a utopian dream

                              But can I take this chance to ask you something?

                              When I ask for you

                              Do you ask after me?

I shall wait OR Shall i wait?

                       You ain’t right for me

                       But shall I wait to fall in love with you?

                       The flowers in my garden has not  blossomed in this month of spring
                       But shall I wait for a delivery of bouquet at my doorsteps?

                       The lampshade on my bedside table is not sufficiently lit

                       But shall I wait for the deep seated tunnel of darkness
                       Inside  me to explode?  

                       The claws of the vampire are not out yet

                       But shall I wait for him to have a luscious bite of me?

                       I have not yet been to an asylum yet

                       But shall I wait for the madness of my pride to burst out

                       open wide in public?

                       I have not been taken on a ride since a long long time

                       But shall I wait for the car in my garage to drive me over?

                       The hunk in the white tuxedo is smiling right at me

                       But shall I wait for him to make a pass at me?

                       I have always loved the smell of new books

                       But shall I wait for the books in my shelf to gather a handful

                       Of  dust?

                       I may have been outcasted by my community folks

                       But shall I wait for them to take a grounded stand against me?

                       Those cocky guys are bonding well and furtively forming

                       their very own ‘bro code’

                       But shall I wait for my girls to come up with

                       Something of a ‘sis code’?

                       The girl inside me is fidgety over her new look

                       But shall I wait for her fragility to backfire?

                       The gardener in my lawn savours his job a tad too much

                       But shall I wait for my eyes to see past the nauseated dust             

                       besieging him?

                     

                       

       

                    

                     

                   

                        

        

LIVING BY FLUKE

Nothing, well almost nothing seems as eye catching as a bunch of folks, slouching on their equipments, setting up their adda in a gothic looking basement of a house and creating multiple renditions of alternate rock. We may call them grunge rocker doods( dudes) grizzling their heart out, seeming way too sappy and morose and contradicting their hard exterior outlook with pretense of spiked gelled hair and more rings on their fingers than bones in their body, completed with a demon look by choosing provocative bright set of fabric. They lobby such strong ego boost that makes even a grizzly bear grit its teeth in the tense moments of hearing them play. No….in no way I intend to belittle them or for that matter anybody else. This article is dedicated only to those people who are living by fluke i.e. to state who are living merely on chance happenings taking a chance not by choice but only by emulating their peers and as per the latest fad. Just like these rocker doods(dude) are THE GREAT INDIAN MIDDLE CLASS YOUTH. They are no different with a can of coke in one hand and the latest ipad in another. With the coming of age theory, all they want is a guitar by their side and a few more bucks to refill their glasses. Standing on the crossroads and running on the other end of the track are our Corporate honchos, running as fast as P.T Usha  in a never ending rat race…..their mirthless smile fading away at the prospect of losing a lost battle and their profound obsession with any thing huge is growing by leaps and bounds, keeping in pace with the latest technological breakthrough in the world of competency where the rich are getting richer and the poor, poorer. These chaps have completely given amiss to their funny bone and indispensable gestures of a boat called life. They have made themselves guinea pigs of a much larger conspiracy, understanding precious little of the intricacies of the game they are so fond of playing. Now u might just wonder if  my article is a jibe at such people? NO…hell no. Do not get me wrong here. Even I am one of them. All I am striving to achieve by penning down this article is to summon the youth of today to pause for a moment, rewind their entire life and think for a moment about their True calling in life. what they really want out of life? The gyrating path of each of our life is fast catching momentum and making us lose our balance like never before. Make your real impassioned choice before reaching a stalemate and work hard for the elusive reach of you dream and embrace it with all the more pleasure.

And do not LIVE JUST BY FLUKE………………..

CARPE DIEM

With the passage of  time, I have realized the ultimate existence of a superpower above us that  is constantly  evolving us in some way or the other…no matter  how shaky his experiences  might turn out to be,causing painstakingly strained relations with our loved ones and piercing through our heart cannon loaded up his sleeves, but  indeed they  have a far reaching impact…an impact on our deeper selves making us more proud than ever of surviving all the hardships of life with a fortitude that is beyond human rationalities and capacities.  I have outgrown all the desire to contemplate and  battle with his conceited skills and to come alive in a more profound and magnanimous way, looking  beyond the conspicuous reality and seeking out the much obscure and  hidden path, treading along the spiky and dark bushy forests ,with all the more glory and panache. I need not succumb to an avalanche of cynical human forms and may not require to assert my beliefs before them to acknowledge the deeper me, real me. I just need to be experimental and feel the nuances of a boundless unconventional spiritual awakening within me. ‘Avant Garde’. The more I rant about my daily chores the more held up in damned conventions I’ll be. The awestruck countenance of zillions of people are staring me right in my face with a glaring contemptuous look  accusing me of challenging the mediocrity of the world and going past the conventions. Yes, I’m challenging the beliefs, the conventions, the fundamentals and whatever else you may chose to call it, but they are not yours; they are mine and only mine. I’m impassioned for hope, dreams and dynamics of life but u might just not. There will always be a huge difference between you and me, your principles and mine, your world of concrete pillars and my world of dainty dreams and breaking free from the shackles of  monotony. I have all the respect for your world and expect the same from your side. I don’t want us to think on similar lines nor for us to be judgemental about each others work of honors. All I want is a little bit of freedom to break free from the shambles of intrusion and hide in my comfy little world. I may not get along with you, but I may not intent to be antagonistic either. Lets just call it a day and seize the day. Carpe diem baby!!!