Meeting

He came again.

He spoke to me again and I recognized the unkempt hair and tired eyes, I recognized him beyond this.

He had an adventure to relate or was it just a complaint in disguise.

I heard him speak, I could not listen, he seemed too hard on ears...

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!

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.

straight from no-where

My thoughts' blue-ribbon, until I discovered the device for thoughts cadency cannot be invented.

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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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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.

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.

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.