Wednesday, July 22, 2009

just plain nothings


I would not rather call it depression,
I would just call in not being my self,
a self not very pleasing , not yet appealing
Ready to be worn out,
I stand with an intuition
facing It all , might be right thing to do,
Never have known brick bats are the only companions,
The only friends for a foe,
Denial of the ready present, expectations of the future,
And glory of the past gives me pleasure no more.
I am deformed,
Deferred,
And I have no place,
A place where nothing seems dire,
Nothing seems not so right
I need to soar to skies and see the waters beneath my feet
I believe if life has to be lead,
Then be the leader
Be the master
Be a student
Be the child,
At the end or the first be yourself
Life might not accept this,
But it just will not deny
Anything for one self
Of one self
As a dire frame
Life is just as it is always said
What you give is what you get.
Nothing beyond at a given point,
of thought, seems bare or simple
It’s just a round about of things not so profound
Not so brittle

Eyes daze,
Sleeves rolled up,
Gazing into the screen,
Lead into intuitions of nothing
Nothing and nothing.
Just plain nothings

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

trans-form..er

Well well, people talk about having a great weekend and starting the week on a great note, well just the opposite is what I did today,started my week with a movie in fact, well as usual missed 20 min of the movie, in style, well practicing to be perfect . the movie was at 5:30, and at around 5:18 is when I realized that it was already time for me to leave office, in order to reach in any which ways late to the movie. Missing first 20 min dint make much of a difference,nor was it depressing for me, coz I would rather spend that little extra time fuelling than dragging the vehicle all the way to filling station once the tank dries up, at the final signal of my marathon signal session, I just toppled out of my senses , got creative and took a longer route to the theatre, which in turn delayed me from the movie by another good 10 min, well all I can say is blessing in disguise, well in fact that what I felt once in the interval and once the movie was done. As usual entertained myself with the nonstop commentary, and some crunchy popcorn tub filled with salted and caramel ones. Only during the credits did I realize that was watching a movie made by Steven Spielberg, the maker with the famous E.T. and Jurassic park to his credits. Well this must be one of those things which the director had in his bucket list since his childhood, or during his child hood, cars and Lorries (oops trucks)transforming into huge monstrous don’t know what’s……. doing don’t know what, and talking human, well you got me right, at one point of time Megan fox’s legs seduce a teensy weensy looking don’t know what, well talking about the leading lady, well I can say the lady is being led ,she was paid heavily to carry a pout and run hand in hand with the male lead, well the lady being led.. The famous pout was prominent even when the whole of Egypt was being wiped out of its history, well all for a pout eh? Miss Fox you go to work harder, well she did on her legs and the pout, and another thing which I don’t want to talk about,well you ill figure it out once you watch it yourself, ie if you still want to watch the movie after this, I still wonder how miss fox managed to fix her makeup , in spite of a world war 3 scene in the back ground, which includes a 10 min chase scene , and almost the climax of the movie reminds me of a scene in k3g (khabi khushikhabi ghum) the re(20th)union of the family, son, daughter in law,mother in law and the father in law, where a patriotic son is motivated by a mother to save the world , leaving the parents life at stake, .. dude trust me , it was dead meat, Mr. Spielberg managed tore write history, by replacing the rich and famous kings from the pyramids with a huge pointed piece of metal or I don’t know what’s……..the I don’t know what’s had an awesome sense of wit , well they were pretty emotional too, the optimus prime, dude was stunner, almost makes a long face when he departs his body , well dies, ( D.R.I.P) do not return if possible) Mr. Spielberg ‘s sense of scale seems to be a little off in the lines of balance and proportion, a 5’6” man fighting a 60 ft giant well not a big deal,anything is possible in movies, well the poignant scene being the hero’s soul being sent back to earth by the I don’t know whats(heaven) to save optimus prime.. Killer dude... Killer………… all in all family entertainer….. well it had more than one family…. Robots oops the I don’t know whats with awesome sense of thinking almost on human lines, beautifully crafted …. Master piece, influence of bollywood…………. Kudos to the man the pout and The country Egypt, of all the things what the maker has done to Egypt,he will never be entertained in Egypt again, o the mummies are going to spare him, for once he dint over scale them.



P.s: the above mentioned content is fictitious, any resemblances to real life incidents is purely coincidental....


regards:
me myself and more of me here...........

Friday, July 10, 2009

All this while,
You have been a no man.
Time has come,
Days are here,
The rays bright on you,
Find new lane,
Walk new light
Turn to new phase
See new glory In the forgiven past,
No guts in the dished out future
Smell the present
Cut the throat
.....to be continued
By chance of nature
You lived and survived
You destroyed and died.
Days were days
Nights were just DARKER.
THE WAR THE PEACE
CAME TO A STAND STILL,
Denounce and dejected
You face the sun,
And Weep to earth
Gave all what you had
Lived with none of yours
You are the manYou are the moment
You are the truth
Deliver and develop
A thought a reason an answer
a feeling so felt
a reason not so profound
An answer for no question
Deny, deceive and crumble
Tear and restore
Reap and revive.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

just another feeling

Raped by art
Murdered by thought
I stand alone
Gaping at the shadows
Only to realize
They stand all alone
The far I got
The farther they get

The closer I get
The dearer they become

Threaten the possibilities of perception
I believe I can think

At the wink of the moment
I persuade
I proceed
And I deny



I agree and belief
That existence is mere miracle
It’s noting but magic-- a man's play
Well its just clay

You are clay
And shall play
Mould and blend


The harder it gets
The fragile it seems

Make belief facts of a human potential
Called life

Existence
Survival
I live
I strive

A scarlet
An artist
An engineer
Birds of the same flock
Flock of survival
Existence
No matter what the existence resides on

The first on paper
The second on passion
And the later on ego

Burns the books
Turn to the world
Reap a thought
Sow an idea

Let not yourself be a slave
A slave of pre conceived thoughts
Sex and books

You teach your self the best and
crit a self the same

Monday, March 09, 2009

women man and whatever we have been..the survival

Underneath like women, man and an unborn
The blood the wound and the path
Mellowed down by the facts of the past
You smile and whine
Fill my core with none of mine
Waves of agony
Ripples of thought
Did we forget the number of battles we had fought?

The is not a day to start
Nor an evening to end
Slain and the slayer
The man and the moon.

Mend and amend
The power and the poverty
Pride and persistence
The women and the water

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

LAST EVENING

LAST EVENING

Sold her soul
And bought some wings

She flew high and higher
And saw her spirit retire

All nothing, but for desire
Wings, were something to admire

Fragile and white
Sparkling bright
She chose not to see the light

She flew higher and higher
Nothing of an aim
Nothing but a game
She flew higher than ever

Shorn the light
She flew higher than ever
Wings crimsoned
Higher and higher
There she took her wings

Into the darkness
The light fades


There she sees nothing
But her soul
Retire

Betrayed the soul
Traded for wings

Infinity of desire
Hurt no more
Wounded all over


She licks her wounds
And smells her desire
Glory achieved
At a no man show


The only puppet
The only thought
Gone is the master

She traded her soul for wings


Friday, January 09, 2009

am walking

Terrorize the thought
Betray my feeling
Inflict me pain
Make me feel belong
Take me to the heights
Drop me to infinity

I believe
I belong &
I urge
To no identity,
Identity to no ecstasy


Betrayed are the thoughts
Denied is the ideology
Beneath lies hope

Slit my throat
Wash my sins
Ease my pain
Am just walking the lane

There shall be the sun
There shall be a day
And there shall be a day with the sun
Bright
Shining with all its might

The seeds of sweat are sweet
I wish
Wonder and desire
To see it reap


The darkness shall win over
All those shimmer
There shall be an end
To all that glitter


Days shall be bitter
Feeling diseased
Beneath lies hope
Beneath lies hope
For ever and ever
Together we shall live

Saturday, January 03, 2009

kiss the thorn and the rose bleeds

Day shall betray the glory achieved,
People shall shed their skins
Flesh seems sweeter than ever,
Man lives on...
The stories and the songs of the unsung heroes
Being sung, ruse will win over the power,
The might will strengthen,
The heart beats faster than ever
Only to slow down,
Death lying beneath the thought
Lay low, throw light, and kiss the whip
Run the race, love the defeat,
Grow...Grow all over again,
Be the man you aspire to be
Stand up, read on, and lose,
Believe, be the bolder thought,
Train the weakest line, stand up and live on
Live like what you cannot be,
Live here, live there and live every where.
You shall not be betrayed, you will
Still bleed till death.
You will still stand up,
You shall still lead; the ruse will still win,
The thought might not be dead,
There is no protest there is no blood
No whip, no man, just the thought
The thought of what shall be it.
The thought of what shall it be,
The thought of being a man for all
The thought of being all for a man
The thought shall still live.
I believe
I still believe
I will believe
I am here
I shall believe
I am the belief.
I am the blood
I am the whip
I am the ruse
I am Me.
I shall be you,
I shall not be with you.
I shall believe in you
I shall not make you believe.
I shall begin
I shall not let you end.
I shall live
I shall not let you die.
I shall walk
I shall not let you run.
I shall not lead you,
I shall let you fall.
I shall not pity
I will laugh.
I shall make you brave
I will call you coward
I Still am me.
And you will never be me.