Kuch Batein Ho jaye .. T700

Wow ..now thats the second most sexy thing I've ever possessed ( 1st one..hmm..of course she knows :p) . Muwaahhhhh..

Hopefully Romantic

warm brown eyes
moving over every inch
feeling their intense gaze
more like an inspection
lovely, being examined
she moves closer
any excuse to touch each other
a dance, a tease
heat induced quivers
in the cold, dead of night
alive in the moment
mind, body, and soul
safely, in her hands
more than shelter
sanctuary
primitive
protected
loved

TERRIFIED : Me Myself & I

Turning and Turning in the widening gyre.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer.

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

(WB Yeates- The second coming)

We have reached a stage in history where words have become weedy to fight the menace of terrorism. The tragedy is that terrorism seldom offers any option and has bloomed like a black lotus to become the devil in display. Scary scenes broadcasted in the media show our mass in a state of siege, powerless and mute, reconciling to the events unfolding with trepidation. Are terrorists the devilish smoke we churn out from the factory of democracy? I begin to doubt.

People in this century are in a mad scramble to swallow more beliefs than they can digest. Like cripples we cling to our beliefs desperately like dear possessions. Chekhov‘s prophesy seems more true now than ever- “Man is what he believes”. Animals have fought for food, for territory and for mates, but never before have animals engaged in deadly battles to preserve one set of beliefs over another. The stronger the belief, the greater the intolerance.

Nothing is easier as to delude oneself. When are we going to remove our blindfold of beliefs? What we need is well said by Betrand Russell –“What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out, which is the exact opposite”.

Pessimism prevails. I am scared whether sanity is soon going to be a silly slogan. Whither our salvation?

Chocolates and Kisses

What more would she like
Other than those sunsets
And dreams laced in her eyes
Sweet tender wishes
I know there is always something
Like those add-ons
That we found in the twilight
Window shopping
Admiring those curled tresses
At the road side cafe
The little unsaid tastes
Looking hard
It was time
For the stars
In your wistful eyes
Those glimpses
To remind me
Of chocolates and kisses!

He .

He cannot “tempt” to virtue as she does . He wants her to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is there He is pleased even with her stumbles. He is not deceived, Wormwood. Every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.♫ He, not events, have the power to make him happy or unhappy today. He can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. He has just one day, today, and he is going to be happy in it.

Trying to resurrect..

Summer ended in our lives long ago,
In the cold winter we shiver
Holding hard
Yet hating each other
So when it comes to a crunch
Weeds come in a bunch
Rolling these we smoke the peace pipe
And forget the difference
It is ceasefire
We may not snipe

Intimacy comes sometimes
And sometimes,
We have tears
The weed is the peacemaker
When we go off the rocker
Smoking,
We take a chance.
And in loneliness
Manage a stiff dance!

Sometimes
The walls have a crack,
Midnight calls
This "Corpulence"
Walk in...
We have a shack!
Nothing dies, least of all passion-
listen to the silence of embers within-
crackling and muttering,
waiting for the wind…
Why let go?

There is always a fire in the heart.
Today’s events may lie,
but there is the one to be born tomorrow…
Move on- just move on...
may be the crowd has one waiting…
may be lost-
the fire waits below the snow!

Devil May Cry

I am now the Devil..an erstwhile poet with a will,
You called me in, Passion on your lips,
You said the Devil may care, And opened,
The vision of opulence , The mirror cracked,
And I was there!

Want to, you said, I was then the poet,
Turning cherry red, And the fire crackled,
I was being had, By thoughts going mad,
You had dared, Touché!
It was honors shared!

Muse! Just stare-Call my name
Damned, but salvation lies In my arms,
just play, And flood me with charms
Let the amulets of words rave
The Devil is your slave!

Life's NOT good

once again i'm at nothing...and once again i'm sitting idle...so, here i'm on the blog arena ..drifting through others' thoughts and emotions..its not the first time that i'm sifting through the blog pages..but the novelty of the feeling remains as fresh as ever...

one-and-a-half hours is what separates me and this all-pervading boredom from welcome freedom...yesterday, i was made to stay back after usual hours and my strong principles didn't like it one bit...as a mark of protest, i had decided against any work today, and have been dutifully fulfilling the promise made to myself...

if anybody is jobless enough to read this, then don't get lost in the convoluted sentences.. that's my way of maintaining your focus, by entangling you in verbiage, when i am short of ideas(could easily have been written thus: "that's what i do when i've nothing to write on"...)...still don't get it?? bloody..i'm trying to waste your time!!!

if you are reading this, then you must be really jobless..very well then..go ahead!!! talking about jobless people, i've come to believe that almost all of the working population is jobless ninety percent of the time...take me as a classic example(those who know me would note the inherent contradiction in this statement)

neway..enough gyan for now....even if i've bored you to death, plz. don't be too charitable with your comments!!

Lonely Traveller..

The dark clouds in the sky..
The wind blowing past..
I breeze through the countryside..
Trying to make it to home fast..

The rain hits me on the face..
As I speed on..
My eyes turn moist..
And my heart begins to moan...

I dunno where this road's going...
I dunno what's in it for me..
I feel so lonely..
Will anybody ever travel with me??

10 things I do / would love to do

1- Read a book with that tedious archaic language which I had kept off until I got the opportunity to avoid an even more disagreeable activity.

2-Wash clothes which I would have otherwise cast into that comfortable corner under the bed where it would remain unobtrusive except for the slight hint of odour which I consider acceptable .

3-Watch movies

4-Finish that last level in MOHAA that has been evading me for quite some time.

5-Cleaning my room of cobwebs and taking my time marveling at nature's powers of adaptation and how it enables so many living things to survive in my room.

6-Plan on how I will squeeze the most out of my remaining time, the task becoming tougher as each day passes by- the planning that is.

7-Downloading Umpteen episodes of "Mind Your Language", taking pains to resume broken downloads, starting over each time.( If I had that kind of patience with books I would be Dangerous!)

8-Learning song lyrics and listen to all those songs in my comp which I copied from LAN and to which I never ever listen to!

9-Plan my future and think about all the good things I am gonna do to make the world a better place, all the money I have coming, all the girls I am gonna meet, all the places I am gonna go to....

10-Write senseless posts on the blog

A series of unfortunate events

It was morning 7...Sunday 13th jan...and i realized 13th is always an unlucky number

" maaeri galaaN o kardi maaeri akhaaN naal laDadi
maaeri yaad vo yaad vo aaeri
bhul gayee meraa pyaar, maaein bas lage mahine chaar
maaeri yaad vo yaad vo aaeri"

was the background music going inside my head...me ,tiwari and ravi at Kazipet station..i came even with out brushing my teeth..trembling in cold and holding each a coffee cup we fellas were waiting fr the train to hyd.

the last 24 hrs i had no food , no sleep and a lot of "blah" in my life b4 it..was feeling very hungry..thought we cud make it to hyd by 10 and will have a good lunch and then ll go fr FMS entrance.

So the mishaps started..

The lady with the charming voice announced " the train is running 1 hr late"..we looked at each other..tiwari from the very beginning was insisting ki "by bus" would be a better option..but i told to go by train ...now still we thought we cud make it..

8.30...train arrived..and till 9 20 no problem...but at some odd place near some deserted field the train stopped and dint move..we got know coz of some derailment in the track it will take the train 2 3 hrs to leave from there..

It was just the first shock..we had to reach hyd anyhow by 1 .So the "amazing race " started.
3 guys ..no food , no water , enough money and the spirit ki " we will do it". walked fr a mile through a country road till we we saw the main road. took some arbit bus and went to the nearest bus stand "jangaon" by 10 15. Anxiety was on top..if we cud make it..we looked at each others face and smiled...

caught a bus to "uppal" from there .And by God's grace we cud reach there by 1 .hastily we headed fr the exam venue by an auto and rest 3 hrs went well.

So we thought its over now..went to "haveli" ..had our first food of the day..it was the first chunk of food that went in to my mouth in last 36 hrs..i was madly hungry and finished a big bowl of biriyani.

Now we called it a day and started to head back to our beloved college. the last super fast to kazipet was still there..we 3 young guys cud manage to secure at least space fr our feet to stand.
but rush began to grow more and more..some 400 odd public in a single compartment..we felt like suffocated .as number of ppl began to rise..we decided to get off the train and wait fr the next.
i was near the door..i alighted..and just then train started..
tiwari and ravi still inside and my all belongings with him ..if i were lost then i dint hav a single rupee to even call somebody ( as my cell balance was zero)..but tiwari and ravi were trying hard to get out of the train.train was taking pace and ppl were chocked in like hell..
and final the both gave a try and jumped from the running train..oohh god..the most terrifying moment i was watching..by all good luck they landed (crash landed ) on ground..and we again looked at each other and grinned..

This was not the end though..the next train we thought of catching had even more rush..so finally left the hope of returning by train..it was not our day..So went to MG bus stand ..got a bus to warangal and finally at midnight 12 arrived at the college..

hufffff...it was a day ..but an adventurous one...

and still the song rings

" ab kyaa karooN kaase kahooN, ey maaeri "...