Thursday, December 13, 2007

Seeing the world as it is...
is tough..
...you have to bend your sensibilities..

Sunday, November 25, 2007


चक्रव्यूह में घुसने से पहले कौन था मैं और कैसा था, यह मुझे याद ही ना रहे
चक्रव्यूह में घुसने के बाद मेरे और चक्रव्यूह के बीच सिर्फ जानलेवा निकट.ता थी
इसका मुझे पता ही नही
चक्रव्यूह में घुसने से पहले कौन था मैं और कैसा था यह मुझे याद ही ना रहेगा
चक्रव्यूह में घुसने के बाद मेरे और चक्रव्यूह के बीच सिर्फ जानलेवा निकट.ता थी
इसका मुझे पता ही नहीं चलेगा
चक्रव्यूह से बाहर निकलने पर मैं मुक्त हो जाऊं भले ही फिर भी चक्रव्यूह की रचना में फ़र्क ही ना पड़ेगा
मरूं या मारूं, मारा जाऊं या जान से मार दूं
इसका फैसला कभी ना हो पायेगा
सोया हुआ आदमी जब नींद में से उठ कर चलना शुरू करता है तब सपनों का संसार उसे दुबारा देख ही ना पाएगा
इस रोशनी में जो निर्णय की रोशनी है सब कुछ समान होगा क्या?
एक पलडे में नपुंसकता दूसरे पलडे में पौरुष
और ठीक तराज़ू के कांटे पर अर्धसत्य

Thursday, November 22, 2007

hmmm...

Its not like I hate hygiene or wearing cologne,
its just so fuckin' boring wen it comes to bathing ..alone.

Y'all stinkers in da club...

Its more than an honour ,
to smell your body-odour.
...thank you...

the real thing..:)

Its not the sound,
its deinitely not the smell.
Its more than ART,
the phenomenon called "FART"....

Million dollar smile..

Hours and hours I sit in front of my pc,
lookin for something that will amuse me.
make me smile ; give a rest to my insanity,
alas! theres nothing left in this world worth smiling for.

Hav I turned sad or the emptiness is takin over my mind,
like a virus making me two eyed blind.
crawling deep inside my soul is the feeling,
of going away to some place where i can keep smiling.

would that help I think in some ways,
coz I ve laughed so much all these days.
may be I've gotten use to the way I smile,
feels like cheating on my soul for a while.

coz I kno I don smile the way I use to,
is this the end of my innocence, or the start of my adolescence.
I wish I could go back and see me smiling truly,
but thats my past ,my history .

so I am gonna wait for it to reapeat,
till then I m not gonna smile, not gonna cheat...

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Nightmare...

I dont know how many of you had any near death experience.
Times when you felt that your time is up,you see death standing in a farcorner looking in your eyes,the times when you smell the grave.

Everyone wants to live healthy,live long but as they have said no one wants to die. When death holds you by the fingernail and throws you back,when you see your life flashing before your eyes,
all the people you have met,
all the wrongs you have done,
all the fouls you have committed,
all the people you have helped,
all your rights... these feelings keep running faster than the blood stream in your body.

And when you open your eyes and find yourself in this world,with your loved ones.There is nothing close to been felt like you are blessed. You are lucky,you take a look at the ceiling fan above your head, the alarm clock by your bed that says 4a.m.You feel your loved one who is sleeping next to you.You breathe the morning air, there is a smirk on your face. You get up and linger yourself to the bathroom.

You wash your face, see yourself in the mirror and pretend to be brave enough to laugh at one of the worst NIGHTMARE you had..but beneath that laugh you know what you saw.It was as bad as an athelete dreaming to have lost his legs in the car accident,a stock holder seeing market crash,a film producer who has put all his money and his lifetime of savings in the movie and seeing it to have bombed at the box office,and more than that the fear of losing your loved one.

We all at some point in our life have loved something or someone more than anyone could imagine,but many people dont realise or cherish that love until and unless that love is taken away from them.We behave like a five year old child who wonttouch his toy-car for more than 2 years but soon anyone takes it away from him he wants it and he cries and cries until he gets it back.

Well in real life obviously when we lose that love there is very little we can do .

Nightmare is like a door to the other dimension.The door that takes you to a place where dark things surround. The place which knows your deepest darkest fears,your weakness,your desires,your fouls,the fragile feeling inside your mind that will crack you up and bring you crashing down no matter how top you have sailed.

This place will work on these feelings and show you thingsyou never wated to see,things you are so afraid of,things you fear,things that are locked deep deep in the vault of your brain ; your mind...This place has the code to that vault and it will open the vault and for that breif period of time you will be on a roller coaster ride with your fears.Its amazing because in those few hours you will live a lifetime, you sweat like a pig seeing things taken away from youyou go through all that and it is so real that you just forget that your eyes are closed and you are on your bed safe and sound.

How many times have you told your pals "You wont believe this dream I had last night !". Your friends will listen to your big budget story the script of which goes nowhere and your brain cells going totally nuts as if you had injected coke in you. But thats how a nightmare works , many people say that the things you see the whole day are the things you see in your dreams.I dont know whether it is true but a dream will show whats in your mind.A lady charmer working at a car wash centre will not have the dream of washing cars but he will dream about that one beautiful women he saw two days back.

But these are your everyday dreams and thats not how a nightmare functions.Its one those blue moon kind of a night when even ten minutes of unwanted images transferred from your brain seems like a whole ten years.

Should we take our dreams seriously? I think yes we should, infact dreams are more real than reality itself, it sometimes will instigate things that you were afraid to talk about or more so afraid to even think about,but many people laugh about the dream they had and they just forget it like a minor detail.Its only ironical that we always say that "forget things as if it were a bad dream-a Nightmare".