Spree...

Spread your sandwich with chocolate and cheese,
this is the time for your spree,
munch the meat,
eat your ice cream.

This is the time of your life,
drink the finest wine,
today you have no saturation point,
there will be no poise.

For this will be once,
after that you start permanent starvation,
after this you shall starve to meet the sun,
but today there is no saturation.

Picture from the net- (www.chocolatesiztas.com/cs_membership)

The city of lanes...

Calcutta, the city of joy,
Jaipur, the pink city.
Pune or Poona, ummm,
let me just give it a made up name,
the city of lanes and as each city has its own charm so does Pune.
Pune is quite an old city. It was originally named Punawadi or Punya Nagari. It has great significance in history.

The thing that is ironic is that after been born here and living here for fifteen years, as long as I've been alive I just discovered how ecsentric Pune really is last week.
It was a Tuesday.

There are two major festivals or occassions which really awakes Pune - Palki and Ganesh Chaturti. Palki is in late June and early July while Ganesh Chaturti is in September.
Palki is when Pilgrims called Wakaris go for a pilgrimage to Pandharpur, a small town in Maharashtra and Ganesh Chaturti is when peple pray to Lord Ganesh for ten days.

The really sweet thing about Pune is that this whole city is interconnected through pretty lanes.
Those lanes are like shortcuts but unfortunatly they are slowly dissapearing in the new areas of Pune.

A few iconic places in Pune would be The Pataleshwar Cave Temple, Agakhan Palace, Mahatama Gandhi Road, the central city and Shaniwar Wada, among many others.

Pune may not be essentric as I said it is (it's be my home and home is always charming), it may not be exotic but it's worth a visit atleast once in life. It's got that incessant charm and glory.
Those little lanes that binds the city together. My sweet and devine city of lanes, Pune...

Picture from the net - ( www.commonfloor.com/weekend-guide/, this is Shaniwar Wada from the outside)

Infinite hour...

A new era,
a fresh start,
the cuckoo sprung out,
to different tunes the spirits danced...

As I light a candle,
it's your old self you dismantle,
we will leave this place,
but before that I must paint a smile on your insolent face...

Lets not wait to long,
we have to leave our old selves behind,
lets be strong,
from now on we'll have a different body and different mind...

Throw your tears away,
it's going to be a completely new day,
form now on we will turn to a new leaf,
to the tunes of ecstasy we will now sway...

Just a few hours,
then a new era,
on our graves we'll lay flowers,
a few minutes from now,
we shall reach infinite hour...

Picture from the net- ( www.tropos.us/spiritual%20psychotherapy.htm)

The seagulls at night...

In the day,
you fly not cause that's what you do,
but for your freedom,
you fly, with the help of your wings and hollowed bones,
you fly, higher than the epitome.

Don't loose your flight,
not with the lost sunlight,
your body can be distinguished easily,
a pure white,
don't loose life at night.

Fly free,
the sunlight takes time to come and go,
refraction you see,
don't loose your zeal,
you are the ruler of the great Caspian sea.

Cry soft,
fly high,
you won't get lost,
you know the nooks and crannies of the sky.

You need the sea,
the sea needs you,
you make the painting of glee,
white is the perfect match for blue.

The night's not unsafe,
nor is the sky,
not as long as you stay,
not as long as you keep the alert eye.

The Sea gods sent their angels,
angels are you,
this keeps the skies and land stable
White's the perfect match for blue.

Picture from the net- ( barbarabarrett.net/page/2/)

Lemons and eggs...

Before you go home,
before you go away,
you must be sorted into the lemons and the eggs,

we're sorry, we didn't want to do this but there's no place for the dead...

There's only this much we can do,
I'm sorry to say,
the world is rule by the living,
the dead don't have their way...

The lemons, almost dead,
the true source of life is the egg,
so after you lost all you blood and sweat,
you shall be thrown away, within the dead...

Until we have no new source of life,
the eggs have to be there, to reproduce,
the eggs have to be in front of our sights,
the lemons can reduce...

Once the lemons and eggs unite,
the lemon becomes yellow,
but the eggs become white,
there not much difference, only the lemons are selfishly alive,
but the eggs are the source of life.
Respect the eggs,
it will bring you back from the dead...

Picture from the net( www.demondance.nl/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=s..)

Intoxicatedly cleaver...

Poison entered your body,
the liquid you drank,
the smoke you inhaled,
with each sip your mind sank,
with each puff your lungs got even more gray.

The looser the connectivity of your neurons got, with each sip,
you lost self control,
in that puff you find your soul,
you got nothing left,
you are what that drink consoles.

Today dependence is your middle name,
not anymore, don't be vain,
that moment was a stab in your chest,
you enjoyed the savour,
today you try to be intoxicatedly cleaver.

With each sip,
with each puff,
each time you snorted a substance not so pure,
your mind got loose,
that substance entered your bloodstream,
today that's your blood.

Today with your brain so loose,
only your skull binds it together,
yo still try, try to be wise,
try to intoxicatedly cleaver.

Picture from the net- ( homelessmanspeaks.com/tag/cigarettes/)

Under the atmosphere...

Sip your wine,
my wise men and women,
feel your love,
there's only this much time.

Comb your hair,
breathe deep,
there's only this much pure air,
a little under the atmosphere.

Embrace each other,
hold each other tight,
there's only this much time of consistent light.

Don't give each other roses,
even they have this much time to live,
kiss each other, give each other pure gifts,
gifts with out any sin.

Don't look in space,
look into each others eyes,
look at each others face.

There's only this much time,
only a little, under the blanket,
a shield from the bitter cold,
live to the fullest,
there's only this much time,
time won't wait,
there's only this much life a lifetime can hold.

Picture from the net- (fineartamerica.com/featured/copenhagen-origin..)

Unthanked souls...

Have you ever gone back,
for once in your life,
for all the souls you forgot to thank.

Those souls in their lonely afterlife,
laying in the grave,
they desire the light,
they just want to see your face.

Their spirits dancing in the corner,
dancing to the tune of loneliness,
to feel alive is a difficult endeavor,
but there's a smile emerging from the corner of their face.

Pangs of nostalgia,
that's only what happens to you,
but for them it's that desire that comes true.

While you live in the bright sunlight,
there's someone twitching and turning in the dark,
just a glimpse of them is enough,
just a glimpse of you is their light,
with that glimpse they will fill their goblets with the wine of pride.

Picture from the net- ( www.killmecomix.com/1_paintings.html)

Sound's not as smart as light...

It took so much as the vibration from my larynx,
vibrations of hope,
to stop you from getting jinxed,
you got lucid as I spoke.

That sound that required a medium,
a medium for transfer,
it took signals for you hear.

Since when did you start listening to me?
Since when did you care?
You needed me only for your battle with thee,
for hearing me you need air.

As I spoke the speed of sound increased,
sound fought with density,
in my words you got seized.

You just wanted to create a revolution,
for creation of sound there's always a reason,
my words just gave you a solution.

You had to revolve around the earth,
what was the attraction between you and me?
Was it just centripetal force?
Was it words?

For the transfer of sound you need medium,
for sound's not as smart as light,
sound's not so nice,
sound can be bitter when you hear what was not meant to be heard,
the true friends light,
sound creates divide,
light unites.



Picture from the net- ( : www.theartistsnetwork.info/2007/08/ted-vasin-...)

Black hole sun...

One day, one fine day. 1st March, 1995, Wednesday if I'm not mistaken. The day I bid adieu to the Earth, my home. It was sudden but the Earth didn't welcome me and sent me away, to the golden sun. I may not be a life form you'll call a life form but I am alive.
The sun releases enough energy precisely about 4 multiplied by 10 raised to 26 joules, on this I can survive on for a couple of lifetimes.
I wanted to cross the bounds of the sun but I was obstructed by the black holes. It is truly unusual, the way I live. This is where I challenge everything including light and time.
The black holes are everything and it's all pure beauty. The black holes define me.

The sun is life, my mother. The sun is what gave me life. The sun accepted me for who I am. I love the sun. The sun gives warmth, the sun gives me life.


Black hole sun ( Sound garden)
Won't you come
And wash away the rain .
Black hole sun,
Won't you come?

Picture from the net- ( blenderartists.org/forum/showthread.php?t=147160)

Dimensions- part 2

One more day,
just one more day by your side,
but that day would be a waste of time,
as they say.

One more day,
that one more day in glamorous Hollywood,
that's just another day in a nerve wreaked beggars life.

Two parts of the story,
another worlds darkness is another worlds light,
for some the light is to shine,
for the other its just a way to hide.

Two sides on the coin,
slut for one,
for the other she's a woman of grace and poise.

I want that dimension,
when will you understand,
I feel warmer in space,
then I do on stable land,
dimensions of you.

Picture from the net- ( fineartamerica.com/featured/introspection-mat...)

Feel...

Heal your mind,
heal your soul,
take one step forward,
you'll be redefined,
within you the strength you'll find,
to hold on,
to look at the world in the eye,
the eagles eye...

You will love,
you will hate,
you will feel,
you will feel the zeal,
that's a part of you,
let time take its course,
just wait.

Picture from the net- ( estrida.wordpress.com/2009/06/)

1963

1963,
together the world was,
when the world broke its pause,
when the world was free,
when I became we,
when the world went on a glee spree,
it all happened in 1963!

Sculpted soul...

In the dark cave lies my body,
in the dark cave lies my soul,

my pain reached its epitome,

how can it be expressed,
how can the pain defeat my body of stone?

This morning was just one of them. I see the beautiful mornings everyday, after that noon and after that my eyes stare into the mystic and empty night and before you know it the magical sun has arrived with its virgin sun rays entering the cave, falling on my eyes, if only I could feel thermal energy.

It rains everyday, it is after all a rain forest. The smell of mud enters the cave and I can smell the canopy tree. Each time it rains I feel like getting out of my firm stone body and feeling the rain on my skin. But a lot of water enters the cave through the walls and flows on my body. I can see moss growing on me,but the moss has a beautiful aroma.

The good part of life is that I live in a cave within the rain forest and the bad part is that I'm immortal and made of stone. I've been there for quite some time since I've been around.

I have no heart but I have a soul. I can feel. My soul wants to be released. I've been sculpted to perfection but, my soul is trapped. It's a curse. My soul is too weak against stone but my soul is also the strongest thing ever. One I shall fight, one day, I shall escape.

One day, until freedom comes,
one day, it has to come fast, stone is so numb,
one day, I'll join you in life,
one day I'll drink your wine,
one day, I'll join your feast,
one day, I'll fight against stone,
one day I shall be released...

Picture from the net- ( theaestheticelevator.com/.../)

Enchanted place...

There's this place I go when I'm sad, angry, frustrated, need inspiration or just plain in the need for solitude. It's a very beautiful place, serene, quiet, isolated and inspiring. I carry it around with me all the time, very rarely do I care to visit. In fact all of us have and know about this place.

The walls speak to me and tell me what to do, the darkness embraces me and gives me all the love I need and this place always has treasure but I have to find the treasure myself, the value of this treasure is far more then any other. The trees wipe my tears and make me laugh as they whisper into my ear, their observations of life, they are so optimistic. They let me pluck one fruit from their body, the fruit that gives me inspiration. The scent of this place always manages to comfort me, the smell of warmth.

Where is this place? It's in far away land, so far yet so close. So beautiful but, how many of us visit it even though it belongs to us? How many of us care to take that extra step to enter this place, the enchanted place...

The enchanted place,
within us,
the enchanted place,
our brain,
when do we care to go,
one to one,
the enchanted place,
have you made time to meditate?


Picture from the net-

(www.discoveredartists.com/.../Walls+and+Lies)

Dimensions...

Don't hide like you did all these years,
don't hide face your fears,
don't hide, cry,
you need to get rid of those suppressed tears,
don't hide,
I'm not far today, I'm near.

Show me your face,
I have landed on the earths surface,
after a thousand years in space,
a million light years away.

I forgot my orbit,
I felt too lonely there,
my days were empty,
I had nothing to celebrate and nothing to despair,
I wanted to breathe different air,
I wanted to live.

I was doing the time travel,
the time travel in space,
in another universe,
but I'm here now,
I have landed on the earths surface/

I know you were alone,
I know you were surviving on your tears,
I know you thought I was not there,
I here now, don't mourn

One part of you was hidden,
hidden away in lust,
hidden away in guilt,
hidden away in passion,
I'm here now,
I want that dimension,
that dimension is alone,
that dimension is lonely,
that dimension is you,
that dimension makes the vast Arabian sea...

Picture from the net-

eirikso.com/2005/07/06/more-reflections/

The moon...

How lonely can you be,
how lonely can you be to follow me,
but on you depends the waves of my sea.

You look into my eyes,
you give me the saddest smile,
no one could know about the craters of your mind...

Oh my darling,
my darling in the afternoon,
why are you so lonely?
I'm your love,
your lost love,
oh my moon...

I look up,
I see you,
I look down,
I see your reflection in the puddle,
why can't you face me?
Why did you trust the Earth?
Why are you so gullible?

When will you wake?
You have to fight the battles of the heart,
you have to fight for your soul,
you have to fight them who kept us apart.

Don't look at me like you do,
don't look at me with your eyes of melancholy,
I can't set you free,
that job is yours to do,
I'll just pray,
pray for my lover,
my lover, the moon...

Picture from the net- ( pantoja.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Moon-Night-So...)

Jupiter stone...

What a marvel,
glinting in the light,
manages to catch my sight.

It was the best thing I had seen,
with an irregular surface area,
managed to sink,
of semi solid kind,
a strange green.

Could change color,
color change as per the weather,
the weather of eternity,
somewhere it was alone,
alone in the dense dead sea.

The time had arrive,
the world knew,
it had to be fused,
the chinks in its body had become huge,
the time had arrived...

The most precious,
laying alone,
immortal child of Jupiter,
the marvel, the Jupiter stone...

Picture from the net-

sites.google.com/site/cjmcguinness/imagegallery

वोह चली!

वोह चली, वोह चली,
मीलों दौरके
वोह पारी,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
उस पार की नदी से,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
पाहारों को चड़ने,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
सौ किताब लिखने,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
बारिश और धूप में,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
मुश्किल को पीछे छोड़ के,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
आपना नाम फलक पे लिखने,
वोह चली, वोह चली,
दुनिया अपना करने।
वोह चली जीतने,
वोह चली।

Picture from the net ( en.artoffer.com/.../?imagenr=93053)

निशब्द !

दिल दिया है अभी,
कही और,
मैं क्या बोलू ।

आखो को जो देखना चाहिए,
वोह नहीं देखा,
मैं क्या बोलू।

जो धुन सुनना नहीं चाहिए,
वोह मैंने सुन्ना,
मैं क्या बोलू।

जिस धरती ने इस शरीर को जान दीया,
उसे नहीं बचाया,
मैं क्या बोलू।

Picture from the net - ( www.papadakismanolis.gr/index.php?mid=7)

Blissful sins...

Run as fast as you can,
you have something you ought to hide,
it cannot be seen by your naked eye,
its something deep withing your mind.

Hide as far as you can,
where no one could find you,
where no one could predict how fast you ran.

Remove yourself from this pure surface,
hide your face,
go where one could never find you,
leave them dazed.

You ought to be as ashamed as the roses are,
you need to be like chocolate if you want to be forgiven,
their trust is something you'll have to win,
but they won't know what you've done,
you've just committed a blissful sin.

A sin they won't see,
a sin you and I will commit together,
we won't hide, we won't run,
we'll commit a blissful sin no one can see,
lets commit the sin of gluttony.

Look what the skies just brought along...

My heartfelt thanks to her,
just for giving me what I wanted,
before I say goodbye,
before I breathe my last breath
that's what I live for,
a moment for me,
what I cherished,
it was my treasure.

That moon said goodbye,
I looked at the sky,
the clouds were waiting for me,
so was the sun ,
but before I joined them I was waiting for someone.

The trees were waving goodbye,
my crown was being taken away,
there was only one reason for me to stay.

There butterflies in the garden,
they were waiting to take my soul,
they wanted to set me free,
the world got more beautiful as I spoke.

What would the grass know about the tears my eyes,
what would the grass know about my raising impatience,
what would they know about my anxiety,
no one knew,
not the foolish, not the wise,
one was the only one who knew, the skies.

Glory was waiting,
pride was present,
grace was skating,
I wanted to enter heaven,
but then one day it arrived,
it touched the glorified ground,
beautiful and strong,
this was my moment to go,
look at the angels,
look what the skies just brought along.

Pitures from the net-


(http://www.ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/weblog.php?/weblog/2006/04/02/)

www.geekologie.com/2008/04/06-week/

Not much longer...

Your soul wonders around the lonely street,
your body is exposed,
preserved in formalin,
all that keeps you down is gravity,
all that keeps you afloat is the force of buoyancy,
your body is safe,
your job is to take care of your soul,
but don't worry,
your soul is being reconstructed in the plagiarists home.

All that keeps you awake is the sunlight,
you sleep at night,
you sleep but you're still awake,
this is how you will remain.

You need to set yourself free,
you need to be reborn,
break your dormancy before dawn,
just hold on,
hold on to your self,
just be a little stronger,
just for awhile,
your don't have to hold on much longer.

Me...

The litres of my blood,
this blood of life,
running through my arteries and veins,
the electrochemical impulses from my brain,
my heartbeats within split seconds,
alive, alive I remain,
alive for an unpredictable amount of time,
alive from inside and outside,
this body is mine,
there will be a time when it will pass the line,
can I make friends with time?
Can I always be mine?

Picture from the net - ( paulbuckley14059.wordpress.com/.../)

The mist...

A white night, bitterly cold. The tear coming on my cheek, that has now become a feeling-less tear now, it's become ice. In fact I had become like my tear a long time back, I never realized it, I had never thought about me. Insanity, I was way beyond that now. My feet were aching, the pain but who cared now, I was numb. I wanted to get away from civilization as fast as possible. The further I went the less was the scent of charcoal and more the smell of wood.The curvy road, the curvier it gets the further I go.
I then crossed an old forgotten cemetery, the names on the grave stone had faded, the spirits danced, they needed their small joys, their bodies were way beyond rotten, it was peaceful, strangely peaceful but I left because they was something far more serene and peaceful waiting ahead of me, the forest.

Pine trees, I used to find them spooky, today they were what attracted me, they fascinated me, they were divine but nature had given them one curse, immobility. They could withstand so much, much more than I could ever withstand. They had pristine grace. They were all over the forest, the forest of grace.

I entered the forest, I walked miles. I lost touch with life, I didn't care about mortality. I was deep into a forest and then I heard, the melody, the melody played by a beautiful soul, it was the sound of a violin. I followed the sound. I saw a shadow and then I saw his gorgeous face, he said his name was god. He put his violin down and gave me a rose, deep red, I could see the shade of red in the intense darkness.
He lit a cigar. He smokes for a while and then lends me his hand. I take it, hold it tight. His hand is so warm and firm, I feel so secure. He has such a charming smile. After this time, my life changed in a second, I started this journey, this never ending journey, a journey into the mist. We walked away into the intense night and the mystic mist. The mist will decide my fate which will never end, the mist, the mist is my life. The white mist.
The mist of illusions.

Picture from the net _ (

www.jomiwi.com/main/?p=

)

The phantom...

What happens in the end,
as it awaits us as we stand on a wide open field,
we fought our battle,
we shed our blood,
our sweat is waiting to be evaporated,
red is the mud.

This phantom that awaits us,
we anticipate its face,
the phantom of lust,
this phantom can kill.

Are we ready to leave?
Can we really step away from this field?
Time takes us away,
it takes us away so rapidly,
so rapid yet at such a slow pace.
We want to know the cold phantoms face.
the phantom,
its destinies child my darling,
the destiny we make.

We stand,
the sun,
the stubborn sun,
it continues to burn our delicate skin,
we stand on this massive land.

At the end of the field there's a phantom,
the phantom, the answer,
we are throwing the dice,
the dice is the probability,
the answer slowly comes at the end of this field,
the answer is arriving with the falling dice,
the answer is the phantom,
the answer's the prime reason for life.

Picture from the net-

web.uni-plovdiv.bg/stu0805661015/webpage/