A Poem that is an allegory.... for us miserable souls caught in this traumatic life...

We never ever find time to do what we want...do we?

The Myriad Magical Moments of Life...2

This poem is for people who have fallen in love....

A Cute Poem for a Cute Girl: MISSING U…


You changed my world with a blink of an eye,
It is something that I can not deny,
You put my soul from worst to best,
That is why I treasure you my dearest…

You just don't know what you have done for me,
You even pushed me to the best what I can be,
You really are an angel sent from above,
To take care of me and shower with love…

When I'm with you I will not cry even a single tear,
And your special touch chases away all of my fear,
You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile,
And one step better every time you smile…

U were always there to help when I cried,
To bring back my faith that almost died,
Now my life is a dream come true,
It all began when I found you…

Now I have found what I am looking for,
It's you and just you and nothing more,
Co'z you have given me this feeling of pleasure,
Something I had never felt and nor can I measure…

I wish I could talk to you till the end of the day,
But now I'm running out of things to say,
So I'll end by the line you already know,
"I MISS YOU" more than my words could ever show…

To people who complained it was illegible...

THE SCHISM


The time is up and it’s the end of my not so bright day,

The cold silence juxtaposed with the sky, pale gray,

The lack of communication is a mask that hides the pain,

I chuck my soul and conscience down the drain…

Now willing to risk it all for the thrill that pushes me ahead,

The maniacal Mr. Hyde trying to make the most till I am dead,

The mirror of hatred unveils its pallid face beneath the hood of sadism,

I have no fears, for I have already bridged the chasm…

The demons of darkness unleash their fury and rage,

The blood spilled and feelings ripped apart setup the stage,

For the final act of pandemonium,

Good and bad must always maintain the equilibrium…

The bizarre chains of thoughts that eat up my head,

The bold and brave must only chose the path I tread,

It is the only way to be complete, my only respite,

The schism is in me, the light of Lucifer within me shines bright…

At dawn, I lay exhausted and foaming,

Wishing the acts of night would be only be my dreaming,

But I find the stains that adorn my body, the weapons lying astray,

It’s the line between right and wrong that fades away…

p.s. - this is a dedication to the millions of people who know how it feels to have their hearts ripped apart by evil and decadence.

The Myriad Magical Moments of life... 1

Sometimes when you are walking back home, all alone and worried about the fact that when you get home you will be scolded by your mom because of the low marks you got in your class exams, its depressing. But just then, a soft delicate smell of a girl passing you on the road fills your head with dizzying thoughts and you get lost in a world of imagination. Maybe she has a great perfume on or probably she just shampooed her hair, but who cares... Its just the feeling of relief that is so hauntingly beautiful and the way your mind, which was in the pits a few moments back, comes alive.
It is a wonderful feeling to get sad thoughts out of your head and look at the so many beautiful things that perpetually exist around us. Well, to most people they are just prosaic objects which do not impose any relevance on their lives. But to me, anything simple is beautiful. Just like a polythene packet that flies around in the air. It's amazing just to watch it and see it sway gently with the breeze before it gets picked up from the road and begins its aerial journey. It hangs up there a while and then drifts slowly with the wind...

The more we pay attention to the smaller things in life, the more we realize that there is so much to be enjoyed. There is so much to be loved, so much to be learn t from. This piece may seem like some random shit to those of you who cared to read this, but believe me I am not very good blogger and I cant express my thoughts the way I feel them. Because thoughts are thoughts and words are words and there is something that is always lost in translation...

IN THE FOG IT DANCES

A soul wants to run free,

Away from a body it flees,

Twirling through the mists,

Twisting around the trees…

Blood was spilled,

A soul was thrilled,

Another victim to dance with forever,

Tormenting the living,

Provoking the dying,

Ignoring the little children crying…

Neither soul nor compassion,

Shadow is undeniably the new fashion,

Killing without conscience,

Simply for the fun…

Ride forth foul being,

Every shadow could be seeing,

Into your soul,

Every shadow watching,

Waiting for your fall…

And in the fog it dances,

Through the mists it comes,

Riding on the shadows,

Hiding in the gloom,

Singing songs of menace,

Singing songs of doom,

And another victim strays,

And in the shadows it stays,

Until it pounces it is unseen,

And in the fog it dances…

P.S: I dedicate this to the victims of the wars going around all over the world…, I feel for you.

Goodbye to Romance

This road is one I have never taken,

I stand alone and if I not mistaken,

I am the lost child in this lost land,

Searching for her helping hand…

All my life I waited for her,

I wonder if I have to linger forever…

The dreams I dreamt and the castles in air,

I was standing with arms open, she was never there...

This love, I am very sure is not shallow,

It has made me blind and my heart mellow…

Her beauty has enchanted my soul,

To seek her and make her mine is the only goal I follow…

It’s true that Love is the essence of life,

I just wish it was a myth…

For I have not felt Love since years ago,

I don’t think I have a long way to go…

Its now time for me to leave the world,

Sometimes there is no fruit for penance,

Love is what that can’t be stolen nor sold,

Its time to bid goodbye to romance…

Bury me in Oblivion

My tarnished soul for all to see,

My long abandoned responsibility,

Swirling thoughts so often, so alien,

Bury me in oblivion…

Seamless streams of fantasy,

Adrift upon an open stormy sea,

Delirious dreams, streaks of desperation,

Bury me in oblivion…

Fanciful wings may attempt to flee,

Hampered by yesteryears’ debris,

Fluttering hard but steady with confusion,

Bury me in oblivion…

Harkens to a plaintive plea,

Caught, despite a heart set free,

Solitude is my only bastion,

Bury me in oblivion…

Battered hatch, one rusty discarded key,

Ensconced within my soul shall be,

Foolish whims but with a real delusion,

Bury me in oblivion…

THE SCHISM

The time is up and it’s the end of my not so bright day,

The cold silence juxtaposed with the sky, pale gray,

The lack of communication is a mask that hides the pain,

I chuck my soul and conscience down the drain…

Now willing to risk it all for the thrill that pushes me ahead,

The maniacal Mr. Hyde trying to make the most till I am dead,

The mirror of hatred unveils its pallid face beneath the hood of sadism,

I have no fears, for I have already bridged the chasm…

The demons of darkness unleash their fury and rage,

The blood spilled and feelings ripped apart setup the stage,

For the final act of pandemonium,

Good and bad must always maintain the equilibrium…

The bizarre chains of thoughts that eat up my head,

The bold and brave must only chose the path I tread,

It is the only way to be complete, my only respite,

The schism is in me, the light of Lucifer within me shines bright…

At dawn, I lay exhausted and foaming,

Wishing the acts of night would be only be my dreaming,

But I find the stains that adorn my body, the weapons lying astray,

It’s the line between right and wrong that fades away…

p.s. - this is a dedication to the millions of people who know how it feels to have their hearts ripped apart by evil and decadence.

The poem that describes itself...

Chronicles of the Spirit I

A life we lead through the cosmos ceaseless,

Without fear of freedom in the ether endless,

Till the Day of Judgment is nigh,

One of us is chosen and he must die…

And I am the one for HE chose me…

I have no means, but to follow,

This road to a realm so material, yet so hollow,

A world so distant and different from ours,

Where we are ensnared and devoid of powers…

If I gave myself to you, what good would it be?

A depiction of doom for the rest of my kind to see,

A poignant picture of death waiting and white,

Full of wrath, wisdom and spite…

I possess no choice but to adorn your frame,

For I have my sins and none else to blame,

And these are HIS plans that we serve and obey,

Like shinning scimitars, for THE soldier we lay…

Through the tunnel dark and deep,

Before you infant, emerge slowly and weep,

I dwell the flesh in you and give you a mind,

And without my company you have eyes yet blind…

A path to perdition through pain and distress,

With a few fleeting moments of greatness and grace,

“Is there a meaning of being? “, I muse,

When I am neither me nor you….

The poem that describes itself...

Chronicles of the Spirit I

A life we lead through the cosmos ceaseless,

Without fear of freedom in the ether endless,

Till the Day of Judgment is nigh,

One of us is chosen and he must die…

And I am the one for HE chose me…

I have no means, but to follow,

This road to a realm so material, yet so hollow,

A world so distant and different from ours,

Where we are ensnared and devoid of powers…

If I gave myself to you, what good would it be?

A depiction of doom for the rest of my kind to see,

A poignant picture of death waiting and white,

Full of wrath, wisdom and spite…

I possess no choice but to adorn your frame,

For I have my sins and none else to blame,

And these are HIS plans that we serve and obey,

Like shinning scimitars, for THE soldier we lay…

Through the tunnel dark and deep,

Before you infant, emerge slowly and weep,

I dwell the flesh in you and give you a mind,

And without my company you have eyes yet blind…

A path to perdition through pain and distress,

With a few fleeting moments of greatness and grace,

“Is there a meaning of being? “, I muse,

When I am neither me nor you….

"Help me Google" you wont? fine, "HELP ME GANDHI..".

This is my story and the story of a thousand other guys in engineering colleges in India....

For the last 8 months, I have been looking for an opportunity to intern in a good software company so that I can build up my C.V a little and make it look better than the lack luster 2 loaves of dry bread. And I searched high and low, really high and really low but to my utter disappointment, I have miserably failed...

I pray to God every single night to get me a good internship but God is busy, real busy... so maybe he wont listen. Well, I am not really too religious or anything but I do pray at least once a day, and I don't enjoy being blasphemous. And then it struck me, Gandhi... the father could help me out.

Even the goddamn college did nothing to give me a chance to fulfill this dream of mine. List after list appeared on various notice boards but none of them was good enough for me. Or maybe I wasn't good enough for them because of my marks.I had just one choice left - for you to guess....! I sat down that night determined to find an intern for myself. I switched on the laptop, put on some AC/DC and opened MOZILLA... I hit enter to be catapulted into the magic realm of the most surfed website in the world...And lo! Behold the magic of Sergei and Page, but it was useless magic ... in an instant I was drowning in the pool of blue entries on a white web page with ads all over it. For the good of this godforsaken world, is Google an advertising fucking' agency or what???? I ended up with nothing concrete, just crazy intern positions which needed tons of form filling up to do and no good at the end. Some were even as bad as the " you have won $5555 in our contest" kinda sites... I kept trying but finally after 3 hours of grueling battle against left clicks and new tabs, I gave up. The disappointment in me now rose to higher levels than the water levels in our hostel bathroom sinks that have bad drainage( u know, the ones where the water never goes down, so its like a tub, yuk!!! ) and I was sure I would commit suicide if I did not succeed with this. Time was running out and the air was heavy with tension. I was using all of my brain power to figure out a way to this...

The next day, I went out to our T&P officer ( which seemed to be an unexplored option for me till date) and had a heart warming talk with him about my training fiasco and what he could do for me. He spoke of a great many opportunities in places and lands I had never heard of but he was really being abstract as hell and would never even mention the name of any person there to who I could apply. He was clearly showing me the door and wasn't a least bit interested in what I had to say. the sorry moron did not even ask me to sit down. And I kept watching him surf on orkut and hit profiles of unknown girls while he talked to me in his non nonchalant voice without even looking at me. " I will taaaaake KARE of your traininggg. Do NOT worriiii! "
But I had slyly premeditated to use the power vested in us by our great father of the nation and well, I sure am glad I did. So, I just pulled out that green note out from my brown wallet and waved it in the air. Mr X leap t into the air like a crazy alligator and downed it in the blink of an eye and within moments of the Great Gandhi appearing out of my pocket and disappearing into the black void (which I think is an accurate description of Mr X's pant pocket) , I was doing an intern at TCS, Kolkata for the summer... I was awed by the power of his image on that 1000 rupee note. It proves that he definitely is the father of this new nation called INDIA... and its not really a honest India is it?? I sound like a hypocrite but I am not one... I got out of there as fast as I could and celebrated the occasion with some of my friends at the expense of a few more bald men going out of my wallet, but it was worth it!!! Thats it... its over... Tell me if you like the story . just post a comment... I would appreciate it.

ALL HAIL GANDHI.. he lives on in our pockets... I mean the money dude!!!


NOTE - I am writing this in a really bad frame of mind at 3 am in the morning so excuse my language. But anyways, I am not really Gandhi or anything, I do use a few expletives in class too... Hell every one does!

p.s: no relation to real life if you are trying to figure out this shit...