Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
being MAD
Light the blown off candles,
wear broken sandals.
Laugh at 'un-laughable' talks,
pray God for bad lucks.
Dive in empty swimming pool,
bang your head on a tool.
Stare at a blank page,
free rats from cage.
Party when you fail,
search for monkeys without a tail.
Look for Sun at night,
strike off the right.
Seek stars at noon,
try to die soon.
Fly kites during rain,
push the walls in vain.
Show your paintings to a blind,
never try to be kind.
Ask beggars for alms,
sleep at night on open wild farms.
Smile at events that are sad,
and surely people will call you mad.
being happy! |
Sunday, 28 October 2012
GRUDGE IS DEAD- a book review of Christopher Sandford's Kurt Cobain
There is a picture in this book, ‘Kurt Cobain’, where
Nirvana’s Lead man Kurt Cobain is seen sporting a T-shirt with a caption “Grunge
Is Dead”, because the “Father of Grunge” had it on before his inevitable death,
Christopher Sandford, the author, says it was premature(like his child he is
holding in the picture). I think it was Kurt Cobain’s presentiment, or was it?
I had an intuition about it like the one Kurt had after so
much of drugs, sex, violence and Grunge and grudge in his life and therefore in
the book.
The grudge he had against everything and everyone, against
friends and enemies and his own self died with him.
‘Nevermind’ to remind you this and all of Kurt’s exploits,
habits, self reverence and self torture and Punk there remain his songs and
this book, ‘Kurt Cobain’, a biography of the book’s namesake written by
Christopher Sandford.
Christopher Sandford relies on first hand interviews and
myriad anecdotes of people associated with Kurt to build his story.
‘Kurt Cobain’ is a dark fairy tale of a self proclaimed Rock
star, Nirvana’s vocalist and guitarist, who changed the masses and the path of
masses by being one of them yet not connecting with. It surprises, astonishes
and shocks you from the very beginning and you know you are reading a gray
story.
Mr. Sandford at times treats the revered ‘Punk star’ with
contempt and hence biases the coin. May be Christopher did not interview the
protagonist’s fans extensively or did not have the energy to do so.
‘Kurt Cobain’ is a good book as one sided story of the
paranoid musician. Written nicely with treatment of satires at places it is a good
one time read.
Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain’s music is good and for his life study
keep another book ready at hand after reading this.
Without any presentiment or intuition and totally after
reading ‘Kurt Cobain’ I title my review “Grudge is Dead”.
My rating 2.5/5.
Friday, 26 October 2012
straight from no-where
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Only a weight helps you lift it.
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The easiest work to do is that of others.
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Towel and talk, how similar are they, both wipes dry water.
One on the head and the other in the head.
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When you lose all you are invincible.
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Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Fell in Love
Love was so much in the rain,
broke from cloud not in vain,
to meet its eve down it came.
Heartfelt was so much even the leaf,
so the tree it had to leave,
to meet its origin did it heave.
Fondness was so much in the stone,
left the mountain and was lone,
to meet its love rolled in tone.
Unaware was so much of the ultimate roar,
gave all, now came on shoulders four,
to meet its meaning in the shore.
broke from cloud not in vain,
to meet its eve down it came.
Heartfelt was so much even the leaf,
so the tree it had to leave,
to meet its origin did it heave.
Fondness was so much in the stone,
left the mountain and was lone,
to meet its love rolled in tone.
Unaware was so much of the ultimate roar,
gave all, now came on shoulders four,
to meet its meaning in the shore.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Daring
Quivering thoughts crossed my swiftest part,
explaining why I had turned out to be a rot,
giving reasons three in a trot.
I had dared to dream the funniest,
tried to be odd in front of the rest,
asked for lifelong sleep was the jest.
I was planning to be unique,
multitude thought I had a queer tonic,
preferring failure to success in sonic.
I walked in a manner not right,
my light! I was being out of sight,
thought to sleep during day, work at night.
explaining why I had turned out to be a rot,
giving reasons three in a trot.
I had dared to dream the funniest,
tried to be odd in front of the rest,
asked for lifelong sleep was the jest.
I was planning to be unique,
multitude thought I had a queer tonic,
preferring failure to success in sonic.
I walked in a manner not right,
my light! I was being out of sight,
thought to sleep during day, work at night.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Incarnation Incarcerated
It was then that it all started.
The sky was mysteriously transparent purple, the air pleasurably suffocating, the roads a mesmerizing desert and the psyche full of despondent thoughts.
Incarnation incarcerated.
It was than that it started.
The sky was mysteriously transparent purple, the air pleasurably suffocating, the roads a mesmerizing desert and the psyche full of despondent thoughts.
Incarnation incarcerated.
It was than that it started.
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Wish You Were Here
Satiety I was onto a nap;
looking back ardently gave a snap,
reminiscences started to unfold,
those eyes had never been cold.
Mystical presence was just my wish for the day,
psychic Sibyl always gave a lay.
Belief was times were euphoric,
exquisite voice made me hypnotic.
Together now, that fallacy made me lone,
but I stand amidst the desired tone.
That lucid face I sensed in my tear,
how I wish you were here.
looking back ardently gave a snap,
reminiscences started to unfold,
those eyes had never been cold.
Mystical presence was just my wish for the day,
psychic Sibyl always gave a lay.
Belief was times were euphoric,
exquisite voice made me hypnotic.
Together now, that fallacy made me lone,
but I stand amidst the desired tone.
That lucid face I sensed in my tear,
how I wish you were here.
Thursday, 20 September 2012
Realize
Through the light, into an arduous circle,
stood four pillars of a certain miracle.
Deceived by the maiden, seemed high was low,
said I am prime, rest my only shadow.
Continued to the next, stood on green had shine,
said words have two meaning, they are all mine.
Was actually three, other being mere mirror affair,
laughed in anguish, vision was lost in the air.
Last hold the bridle, but was unsure where to go,
others were horses, save love, whose legs did not show.
stood four pillars of a certain miracle.
Deceived by the maiden, seemed high was low,
said I am prime, rest my only shadow.
Continued to the next, stood on green had shine,
said words have two meaning, they are all mine.
Was actually three, other being mere mirror affair,
laughed in anguish, vision was lost in the air.
Last hold the bridle, but was unsure where to go,
others were horses, save love, whose legs did not show.
Thursday, 13 September 2012
Examples all around
Life is not so hard to live,
if in world you know what you can give.
Lets be like a river,
give and take without shiver.
Life is not a mystery to solve,
if in world you know how you love.
Lets be like a bird,
sing for everyone in the herd.
if in world you know what you can give.
Lets be like a river,
give and take without shiver.
Life is not a mystery to solve,
if in world you know how you love.
Lets be like a bird,
sing for everyone in the herd.
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Stress
The day today was unusual;
winds wrestling with my part in row,
pleasured the flow in veins- was ironical?
I was somewhere only I know.
It is the first sun after winter;
look, there is a cloud cover on this clear day.
The gleam is prickly- am I a sinister?
Sick and tired I am lying on the hay.
Everyone is naive and friendly;
hey you, I find the teen repulsive,
the dexterous attitude is gone- am I unfriendly?
My eyes open but I ain't so impulsive.
The Octbey like morning was fresh;
freshness, made sure my day was uneventful,
my heart is hollow- what is the case?
(feel)"I have no time, must had followed the rule".
winds wrestling with my part in row,
pleasured the flow in veins- was ironical?
I was somewhere only I know.
It is the first sun after winter;
look, there is a cloud cover on this clear day.
The gleam is prickly- am I a sinister?
Sick and tired I am lying on the hay.
Everyone is naive and friendly;
hey you, I find the teen repulsive,
the dexterous attitude is gone- am I unfriendly?
My eyes open but I ain't so impulsive.
The Octbey like morning was fresh;
freshness, made sure my day was uneventful,
my heart is hollow- what is the case?
(feel)"I have no time, must had followed the rule".
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Anger
Just in an inane moment,
the concupiscence was lost,
the reminiscence haunted,
conscience bitten by frost.
Couldn't lose prevarication,
deluged was the whole river,
was changed in innovation,
cold, but heat was no fever.
The enamel was all gone,
can't take any factual,
wanted to break free and run,
short per se, perpetual.
Now fury ubiquitous,
my soul became inanimate,
what a conceptual loss,
could hold it, it wasn't fate.
the concupiscence was lost,
the reminiscence haunted,
conscience bitten by frost.
Couldn't lose prevarication,
deluged was the whole river,
was changed in innovation,
cold, but heat was no fever.
The enamel was all gone,
can't take any factual,
wanted to break free and run,
short per se, perpetual.
Now fury ubiquitous,
my soul became inanimate,
what a conceptual loss,
could hold it, it wasn't fate.
Saturday, 25 August 2012
Conversations with the Chauffeur
What are dreams, tell me o wise?
It is the fear to see with open eyes.
But we see dreams with wide open eyes.
Where are you present? It is a simple disguise.
okay, so tell me sage, what is fear?
It is holding the future very dear.
Now, to me what should be dear?
It should be you, but are things that is not near.
Oh! so enlightened One, what is future?
It is an illusion that makes your present rupture.
Now that you've said it all, who you are?
I am the Chauffeur of your car.
It is the fear to see with open eyes.
But we see dreams with wide open eyes.
Where are you present? It is a simple disguise.
okay, so tell me sage, what is fear?
It is holding the future very dear.
Now, to me what should be dear?
It should be you, but are things that is not near.
Oh! so enlightened One, what is future?
It is an illusion that makes your present rupture.
Now that you've said it all, who you are?
I am the Chauffeur of your car.
Friday, 24 August 2012
The confessions of Mr.D
My love for you knows no bound,
forget the roses,
I will give you lost time and dead sounds.
My love for you is not possessive,
I know you'll come back to me,
or me to you,
and then I will set you free.
My love for you is unmatched,
forget the horses,
I will ride you in carriage that travels in wind.
My love for you is not showy,
you are to me,
what Dawn, Star, Mountains and Dusk are to me.
My love for you only is immortal,
every time you are born,
I will always be felt.
However you freeze the Ice,
it will, only I know, will always melt.
forget the roses,
I will give you lost time and dead sounds.
My love for you is not possessive,
I know you'll come back to me,
or me to you,
and then I will set you free.
My love for you is unmatched,
forget the horses,
I will ride you in carriage that travels in wind.
My love for you is not showy,
you are to me,
what Dawn, Star, Mountains and Dusk are to me.
My love for you only is immortal,
every time you are born,
I will always be felt.
However you freeze the Ice,
it will, only I know, will always melt.