Free verse

Reticent. Pushed up against a stone cold wall. Your palm tracing windtrails across my hair and you whisper little words. Words that I already know. It's as if the globe's falling in a huge arc and we're falling into it, breakneck speed and whirling feet, we go straight into the centre of it all, your eyes on mine, and our fingertips crushed together. Point of contact.

And there are trusty sidekicks stalking backyards and graves - toilet trained, dizzy made, help upright by one thought. A search for that something MORE. And I see you walk away from it. Knowing it full in the face, I see you running away from ideals and traces of color that shade collective, trusting, incompetent minds.

And I'm somewhere at the pinnacle. Slights and rage, trysts and haze, your resounding chuckle saved away. It's as if I don't know what I'm doing but how could I not? You're telling me. Again. Repeatedly. Like slippery pearls on the floor that run away from you. I could be wrong except that I'm not. But suddenly you tip and I fall at once, compliant.

Little Things

They tower over us, these placid rocks

It's funny when they speak so small

Think smaller, get your mind muddled

And then where do you go?

It's not that I don't comprehend

I'd rather ignore the obvious for my peace.

We have no space to live

When our souls are cluttered so

When your tongue's this sharp so

When my eyes are narrowed so.

It's not that I cant see

I just prefer make believe

Don't you?

I'm left with no words to rhyme

It's probably time, taking me down with it

A worrisome companion

I lag.

It's not that I cant hear you calling

I'd rather come of my own accord.

You leaned into me tonight

And after so long, I felt my breath get caught

An unsteady step can only take you so far

But it took me to you.

It's not that I cant live without you

It's just that I'd rather not.

And DamNit... we're on!!

clockwise : sammy on the bass, johnny on the drums, vivek on the lead, and vimal on the vocals and rhytms.

vivek looks so adorable in this one.all cuteness happening.
sam refuses to give any other look than the one he's giving right now.
johnny's well... johnny.
and our hero would rather just smirk contemptuously than give anything that would resemble a smile.

Pichar Talk

Through the looking glass...

Fiasco :)

the fishies are alight... (Lounge Piranha at B Flat)

Dunno When This Happened

What is Truth?

A momentary grasp of the ever elesuive Real
A glimmer of red juicy light in a kaliedoscope of tears
A silence between the lover and her beloved
A hand reahing out, a head away, turned.

The velvety liquid between her legs
The rejection faced third time over
The vault that never opens
The sigh that escapes inspite, despite....

How many times before you break?
How many saves before they miss?

The moon's light shines only as much
What illuminates our direction then?
The music plays only as much
What gives solace then?

Give me color and a brush
I'll paint over your words...

Hayo...

Pieces of paper they are
Tear them up and they are gone

Towers of cards they are
Tip them and they fall

They tell us not to act out
To make believe it's alright
When its not.

They say it's not in our place to be God
But I don't see Him around now and then
Would you like to be Him
Just this once?

Let's play a game, save a dame
Distress calls go unheard
The motifs stay clear
Of the ongoing drama.

Why don't you say a word
When it could make all the difference
I may not be the shy type
But I don not like these silent confrontations.

I dream of wars when I lie next to you
I see your face in the crowd
I see them walking away
I see opportunities ungrasped

I'm learning to shut my eyes, close my heart
And ignore the waysides.

Far away

Kinetic thoughts in a static minefield

The world's going to dust as we dream

Unforseen attacks on my bubblewrap consciousness

A hint of tragedy in a jar of sunshine.

Why do we sleep when we could be making love?

I want a Revolution

i want to leave my foot prints on clouds
fade within your deepest breath
melt inside your tightest embrace
fold within your soul and become
you.

roses left to starve
mind games yet to start
i lay on my side of the bed
waiting.

cold waves of a dying revolution
cradled in wounded arms
who are they to talk,
when we've barely begun?

and the tears fall insistant
claiming history and a sure future
gently falling into your lap
untidy.

surely you jest
when you say my name
surely it is wrong
when they are right.

there is this road seldom trodden
i want to be that road.

hmm

and i love the bits of sky

that flit between

the greena bandon

sprwaling expanses that last

for a moment

too less

as we speed past

not knowing

unforgiving.

its not that we don't know

it's not that we're pretending

it's not that we stray

it's just life.

hey you....

i love the sound of your name, like a heartbeat it waits, pulsing on my lips. and i love this waiting and the fact that i know you're waiting too, for a little something, a little everything.

so i hope you'll understand what's not being said here

and i hope you'll know and hear and see what's hidden here

because time's running out

and there's little i can say

that i wouldn't take back later....

Sunset ports with chasing boats
Right wing lords out for a quick vote
First raindrops to a summer old
A rat's world, there's a straight road.

"When the world's sleeping
I dream of you."

horny

Kites and ties, love and dime
Race and games, cry and shame
Whores and stores, men and gore
Trade and made, hid and said.

I want you in the weirdest of times...

mirror mirror on the wall

i know it's somewhere in me
lying forgotten
the dust that's settled and grown...
covered and sown...

and i dont remember
the last time
i actually looked at myself
without looking away...

the words that come and go
your eyes that love and... love...
and suddenly i have everything...

i wish i knew
what i'm trying to complain about...

"i want to feel beautiful for just one day and then i'll probably think of letting everything go..."

on a totally unrelated note -
college sucks. too much work. no time. no interest!
life sucks. too many people. no time. no interest!

On The Road

Haven't felt this quite in so long

A new peace and an old song

Watching the roads below us run

As the lights disappear and the winds hum.

And its bittersweet, coming back

Pictureframes already fading into black

Your voice resounding through this crippling distance

How much longer till you are back?

Living with, breathing without

Tides of love on this shore of life

And I break free of shackles and watch

The long road beneath us run.

Holiday it is not....

Desks and lights,
Casts and mice,
Musical delights,
Christmas!

Inscribed skin
All in a bin
The devil and my sin
Disappear.

Motley Crue and Dr. Dre
Make haste while it's day
A wide and cutely dimpled face
I dream.


"Thouroughly and utterly bored. That should explain this piece of nonsense. =D

Merry Christmas Everyone..."

Breathing Now

Like the sun that radiates innocence at dawn

Like the purity of fresh, unabated pain

Like the first steps to an unconditional faith

Like the roads that take you home

You.

A dress with a tear that only you can see

A mistletoe waiting for a new, wet kiss

A broken kaliedoscope - unused

A bird that's forgotten to sing

This world that's trying to breathe.

And I fear I've forgotten to dream

The mist strays too low

And I can see you holding your hand out

Way too far

And I said I'd never compromise

I misjudged

And I wished for a happy ending

When I flung myself over a steel rail.

But now I'm flying

Would you like to fly with me?

Junkie Love

Losing breath and gaps of insight

Mighty love and slight disguise

Your wondrous smile and my misdemeanour

Empty words and an easy conscience.

On his weary sabbatical

The junkie meets the boy

Truth falling through

A life sentance!

Addicted to pretences

Nicotine, coke, love, vengeance

Hiding from a dimming light

Long live music.

Come back to where it all began

Experimenting, falling, saving

Lie after lie of cool deception

Hate after drugs after love.

Are we all gonna make it?

I hope not.

A Blue Evening

A full moon's light cast its slippery blanket upon us
And there were fireworks and a thundering rhythm of drums...



Lips travelling down my neck
Your breath making its way to me
A possessive arm around my waist
While the other roamed free.
And right then, time was lost
Two identities dissolving into one
And life ceased to mean anything much
Other than your love, other than THIS now.



You fill me with a desire that I didn't know I possessed
My thirsty soul could drown happily in your arms
A frenzy art of limbs and blur
Colors vibrate in the moist atmosphere.


And there are nights you rob me of my sleep
Dreams of rapture, your skin against a burning mine
Misty eyed I wake - waiting, hoping, dreaming
For it's your arms I seek, your touch I need.



And I wish I could say I've figured you out
But everytime I get comfortable
Your leg slyly steps in, tripping me
And I fall obligingly all over again...

Dreaming On

I wish I lived in a trailer
With pretty yellow curtains
And a clean silver sink.
With a bunk bed of two levels
And a radio right next to it.

I would park it on a low lying hill
And when I peer out of my window
I'll see a tiny pond
With ducks, bullfrogs and blue lotuses.

I would travel all day through muddy, matted roads
To see the forests and the frost.
At night, I'll come back to my little hill
To wait for you to drop in.

It'll be like playing "house" like we did -
When we were young.
You can be Daddy and I'll be Ma.
Or you could be the Prince
Courting the Princess
Rescuing the damsel in distress. =)

Sigh.
I wish I lived in a trailer
I'd paint it green and yellow
And I'd fly it to the moon and back
And I'd take you with me as well.

Introspect

Quite. Still.

Lost. Restless.

Within my little world.

And many have trodeen in and out.

And many have left. And many pushed to leaving.

And still some have stayed. Few. Rare.

I open my little diary. Pink. Again.

I know your regrets. I've carried them once.

And there's so much of shame. And there's so much of guilt.

And very little love. Be quiet. Be still.

I share my little heart. You. Here.

I know your touch. I know your taste.

And there's so much to give. So much to live for.

And time seems to be running away. Loud. Restless.

My heart.