Carpe Diem

seize the day
don't wait for the sun to make your hay
for there might be no tomorrow
there's no joy no sorrow
it's just a five-point scale to judge
so come with no grudge
make sure you want it till the end
give your breath and blood to spend

hate so much that you can kill
love... till you get killed
the world is happier than you can ever be
but dont stop dreaming to be
sky is not the limit, it's the beginning
stop whining, start grinning

don't walk like you own the world...
walk like you don't care who does
fill your blood with arrogance
'cause you deserve the hoot, the whistle and the buzz

be black, be proud and rough
be white, be humble enough
eat and drink... but remember to feed
live lavish... ignore not those who need
every day is a new beginning
every day has an evening
make the most..
carpe diem !!
don't die, till you die

i Am

i am reality...

the life that goes inside you
with every breath you take
the life that's in you, around you
when you sleep, when you're awake

i am material...

the dust that surrounds you
the earth beneath your feet
the wood, the water, the metal and mud
the salt, the sour, the sweet

i am the devil...
that even lives within the angel
the source of all your mischief...
your wildest dreams, your darkest plans,
your desperation for relief

i am fantasy (!)

every second i'm in your thoughts..
in every thrill that runs through your skin
in every flicker of your eyes, in every flutter of your heart...
in your divinity... in your sin

i am YOU !!!

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Cypher

endless i am...

existing beyond forms,
hidden,
indirect,
tangible only selectively...

proximity isn't what you would expect of me
for i'm beyond the reach of those who have their feet rooted to the lithos.
i don't always live high up..
for i also have a home in the mantle beneath.

fluid...
cold that cuts through the skin...
insulated,
detached,
but sensitive to the flutter of a fish's fin.

my half is true,
for the remaining is just a replica...

incomprehensible
to those who made an effort
to decipher.

cypher i am..

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Word Salad

I picked, I minced, I garnished...
I smelt, arranged and served... my words.
Eat them.... you might like.

Does pepper make you sneeze? I thought as much... so put some rage instead.
My wit wasn't sharp enough to cut the lemon, I hope you don't mind me squeezing a little sarcasm into it.
I left the salt on the table, add as you need. At least, you should have something to your taste.
By the way,
I know you love honey, but I'm sorry... my memories are too precious to be dripped on this word salad.

Try those round red things in the middle.
No, they aren't cherries. They are all those moments I don't cherish.
Sour.. right? Must be.
And those fresh green leafy things... yes, the ones to the left... have them carefully. They are the outgrown dreams that I had to trim down every morning.
The yellow slices rimming the plate... they're sweet. Each borne out of the rare lovely mornings in my life... each borne out of a ray of sunlight.
Oh.. I see you haven't tried the white sauce. It's not as good as mayonnaise, but it's all I could strain out my empty walks under the moon.

Eat eat eat...
Try everything that's served. Don't save anything for me. All those little bleak pieces, even I don't remember what all are those... just some crumbs from routine boring days, I guess.


And as you slip the pieces down your throat, remember, you cant burn them in your belly. Once they go in, they'll move up your bloodstream straight to your head and stay there... forever. You won't forget the taste, try as you may...

I don't...

I listen to the same songs again and again, though I know where to get new ones.

I try to write, but I fail. I try to sleep, but I fail. I keep thinking, of just one thing. I need alarms to wake me up in time, because I don’t sleep on time. I need a timer to remind me to drink water, because I forget. I eat because its lunch break, and everyone else is going for the grub.

I get tired of my inability to think. I don’t lose myself, but I don’t know what to do with what I’ve got inside. I pick a book, but I can’t read. I play a movie, but I can’t watch. I eat but I don’t taste, I breathe but I don’t smell.

I don’t lose track of time, because each moment drags on for so long. But then, days pass by, and I don’t realize that I haven’t done anything for quite some time.

I wish to run away, but I don’t make an attempt. I don’t like to call myself an escapist, though that’s exactly what I have been, for a large chunk of my life.

I wake up, I look at the light outside my window. I know exactly what day and date it is. I look at the sky, I see the light, and I can guess what time it is.

I know the amount of money in my purse. I know the number of dirty clothes in my laundry bag. I know where is my pen and paper, I know when do I need to buy a soap.

I ride the bus, but I don’t feel the jerks. I look out. I know exactly what street it is, but it doesn’t matter. I know how long more before I get down, but it doesn’t matter.

I know when my parents are going to call me, and I have a good idea of what they’re going to talk about. I know how much balance is left in my phone, but I don’t know if I can call who I want to.



Everything has its place in space and time. Am I depriving myself of something?


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Life's a Bitch

if people had agreed to all that i said,
i'd doubt if they had listened to me at all.

i couldn't have had a smooth ride to success
'cause then, i'd have set my goals too low.

if things are happening that way i want them to,
there's definitely something wrong with my life.

if i needn't raise my voice to be heard,
i must already be in the city of deafs.

i don't believe in next life,
'cause i don't remember anything from the previous.

if i don't need to guard the candle in my room,
i must be living in a dungeon.

there's no end to chasing perfection,
but then, who said give up chasing?

i can never have enough of what i want,
'cause i have craved for love, unending.

the only way i can't be afraid of losing my loved one
is by having no one to love.

i am who i am, and couldn't have been otherwise.
'cause if i could have been, i would have been.

reality check

how far can my sight go?
even the earth bends down at the horizon
but i dont care,
it isn't opaque for me,
this crust of silicon, iron, carbon.

they think my voice won't reach too high
'cause the air thins out beyond a height.
huh.. i pity their assumptions,
'cause when i scream
it lances through the vacuums.

they apply science to my mind,
civics to my decisions.
they measure my aggression,
count my anger,
weigh my obsession.
they analyse my necessities...
my survival being their concern,
or threat, to be precise.

people
were vestigial.
and i was insane.
but it's time for reality check.
the facts are no longer same.
they may choose to be where
they were.
but, this world,
i swear,
can't bring me down again.

Translate

i stand here, to speak of myself, to a crowd deaf to their own voice. i stand here to speak for a purpose thats not mine. i raise my eyes to look at their numb faces. they sit silent, physically and mentally.

i am not here to deliver data. my name, height, weight or hobbies are not your corcern. i am not here to entertain, but the world is a stage where we perform. they weep, they laugh, they live, they love, or they don't. i stand at a distance and enjoy.

i stand amidst a human mob, i run against it, around it, but not with it.

i believe in angels, but i dine wih the daemons. i race with the devil from the gates of heaven to the gates of hell, but i enter none. i make love to nature day and night, it's my privilege.

i walk out, i make friends with darkness. and i come to light to speak to a crowd thats blind, they dont look beyond they see.

Scribble

I look for words,
Words that would guarantee me an expression of the sane.
But in vain.
For my thoughts have a language of their own
To no one else which is known.

But I scribble,
An attempt to prove, rather a pretence of it, that I am simple.
That my life doesn’t cast on my forehead a wrinkle.

Am I lost?
How much, to be happy, does it cost?
I don’t know,
I wonder if anyone does.
Although,
The world sells dreams, and creates a buzz.

Tcha tcha…I blame people for not knowing what they have got.
Things that I have not.
But when I fish into myself,
I find
A gift,
That I hadn’t known for years I had
Right inside my mind.

Who do I call a fool? I am one.
For I was tempted to believe that some wrongs can’t be undone.

Love exists,
(Oh no… I didn’t want it to turn all mush…
but listen…)
Why do we run for it? What’s the rush?
Take your time, don’t jump into anything,
Or jump out of it.
But yes, sometimes you need to create a noise,
Need to shout a bit.
At times you need to think… what you’re holding on to
And what you’re letting go.
To what you’re saying “yes”, to what you’re saying “no”.
Take your time…you have a choice, and the right to show.