waitin...................uhu

An argument, an ambulance

The sound of sirens in my head

Just like you're singing to me

I don't think this is how it goes

Most possessed thing today most probably wont remain so,will be a scrap,as time passes.Then why are so many people involved in this quagmire?

There is so much left to do
Somuch left to say
rather shout
So much left to see
So much left to feel
But time for none of it
When its is borrowed one
Not left with a choice
Its jus inevitable,
I gotta wait

Battle lost if LEFT...

Left s left, well! am not talking about the gaucherie associated with this sense of direction.
Ron asks Harry potter and Hermione to take positions on that ravenous cannibalistic chess board, except Ron the mind player none knew why a particular move was being followed but fortunately in this classic Fabtabulous and of course famous novel the authoress J.K. Rowling did make sure that all the three characters knew why it was being done…benevolence act followed…but yes in this world most of the people are victimized and thrown directly into a vicious circle else onto a Byzantine path leading to one such state/circle.. before even they realize they are characterized by someone (maneuverer) in their win else lose nothing game, here the contriver sets the rules, chooses the humanly character who are going to move exactly in the way they are wanted to(not just because of their hypnotized lunacy but they are living on something that actually that doesn’t exist.. this game has no platform to rely(yap there is one thing to rely on that is the ruler else God of his own world/Lucifer ) or stand on) or devised to, sets the background, foreground and also plays the game by himself. There is nothing to lose in this game except that those sane characters are no more left human. Yes this is the left I was referring to… r v still left wondering why gaucherie is associated with it ? Walking on the left side makes as much sense as asking rather shouting for a rider/driver to churn out on a pre-agreed upon suicide note thought the second party is unknown..
Is this the reason that you are given right (=! Left) place ?
Aren’t we left here to figure out everything for ourselves? LEFT…Why is it treated like the way it is, anathema…. a curse everyone of use fear, a blackballed life zapping spell which would never, even if begged for, kill anyone under its mystifying impregnable clutch at once..
You left me a song…
Out of the glitter and the shine,
Out of the corner of my eye,
Saw you walk in,
I freezed the frame,
My luck again.
We could have been strangers if we tried
Moved to the rhythm side by side,
Maybe a glance across the room,
Blue moon

Why do the hours burn so long?
Sunset and shadows call,
I hear the music playing on
I know you're gone but you
You left me a song

Under the skylight after dark,
Crept in to find you, what a lark
We were like children stripping down,
The joy we found.
But even the lights that turn me on
Make it so hard to see beyond;
Make it a rainbow in my mind
- This borrowed time

Why do the hours burn so long?
Sunset and shadows call
I hear the music playing on
I know you're gone,
but you
You left me a song
You left me a song
You left me a song

Life is Beautiful????

Mario Puzo made one of his main character say what most of us wish we would end up saying at the time when we give our final wise and sound judgment which wouldn’t change anything for anyone else other than ourselves…yes it the only thing that matters…the final declaration!!!!!!!!!
Won’t I wear off, at the end disappearing into nothing but just a Gory Phantasmagoria, trying to resist? wont I change what I have believed till date( what I have lived for or eked out till now…what I have seen heard read and yes obviously what I have gone through and finally acquired, should I actually be happy to lose the last part which has ruthlessly thrown me into this exorbitantly inexplicable whirlpool??????)? Wont this age old shield, am not sure about the protection provided by this aegis, give away to this flesh piercing strokes? Won’t all the sanity induced humanly anger am carrying with insanity induced agape love leave me cold even in grave? Won’t I live again or ever, for once? Won’t I place myself in a puzzled garden before I give that last smile before I start wondering whether to declare “Life is Beautiful”?

Standing in the air
Coiffured background
Flanked by kitschy word
And my parlous wager

Hopeful eyes watching
Your stratagem
Hypnotic trance
Refusing to beseem

Whirlpool tiding
A Mast without a Sail
Gravestone ferrying
A Life without me

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...silence on the way

Moments that have hurt or those which have meant a lot are accompanied by silence is it because we inadvertently choose to keep it so? Or because we get involved with ourselves so much that there is no place for any type of noise to creep in?
It is referred to in many novels, poems, articles,
songs, movies. It exists everywhere just like music does though both can neither be touched both carry
sense, both try to communicate, both can be felt, both have the capacity to victimize you or to take you to a blissful state which sometimes you get to chose and sometimes unfortunately you dont. They exist and are at the opposite ends of the continuum but at the flick of a moment they change to one another.Its good if you understand this silence else not a big deal go switch on to some good music………..

Am on the run………

Teemed with the memories
That once induced intoxication
Now churn up to create
A shuddery phantasmagoria

Thought could reside
In the Eden, but
Nimbus cloud fled
Flooding my whole side

Ran till numbness embraced
Till I escaped from
The aroma of grief
Residuum crippled, for life?

Ogre saved
From the hands of death
And redeemer
Lay hope to rest.

Chill on the horizon……….

Summer solstice rays
Spreads golden carpet
Permeates the Auburn trees
And the dryness with a dizzy glee

Muddy aroma wakes me up
To the thunderstorms
Splashing the beatific smile
Trickle, drip and drop

Starlit November sky
Wondering through winter blues
His icy sinew makes me
Sigh away all the doldrums

Through the autumn breeze
And the fall foliage
Creeps mild sun rays to sing
Blissful harvesting songs

Living ,only sanity!

Day night breaking each other
Civilizations Immortality sublimed
And so did life and glory,
Your incense vanished
Change, only constancy!

Sound in a dying man’s head,
In a dictum waiting heart,
In Living man’s prayer,
In her endearing eyes
Silence, only sound!

Spring has passed by leaving
Sea of loners in cold land
With cold less blood
With no warm memories
Death, only certainty!

Conjured up world in the air
Senseless mind reflected
Vigilant hopeful Eyes saw
Souls flew, and so did you
I, only truth! Only existence!