Lost...and found??

No. Not a big fan of lost.
But ya,big fan of floyd...you would figure that out...


And i m torn again...just like that??
The bar high,more than that twisted,
Between my good and the ugly heart,
a little lost,for the dream just burst.


There I go again,in the self destruct mode,
Losing sight of finish line,right after lap one,
But still,I take that path,that rough,rugged road,
For I know,it wont be dark for long,as I stare into that shining sun...

Lost for words...

Ok.So what if its a Floyd song.Just a bit of inspiration :P
And so what if Words have become a recurring motif in my posts...

And they just got lost,
like those naughty kids,
not listening,not understanding,
rushing away,leaving me,amidst silent frost.

Like a vessel,boiling,but sealed lids,
Not letting you vent,smothering the shouts,
But surprisingly,it is ok with your system,
Or is it,deep unfelt blows,those deadly bids.

If only you were there,still talking,
Words would not had deserted,absconded,
Wouldn't be groping in dark,at loss of words,
If only you were there,they would be back,out of their hiding...

A million little pieces..

Kept it waiting for far too long...


Faces,staring at me,from million little pieces,shattered,
Potraying perfect distortions,that mirror,battered.

Dillicult to pick those pieces,with sharp shards strewed,
Attempt to glue them up,bloody futile (literally),my image,incomplete,askew.

Voice from those pieces,sharp,cacophonous,chaotic,
Trying hard to decipher them all,most of them mine,but distant,robotic.

Unable to put back together,those fractions of my whole,
Angry,I stamp over,crushing them fine,and they move apart,like those opposite poles... 

A few lines..

Seriously,I had so many things to write about...so many...
Not sure why I picked up the only topic which does not merit words...


And just a few lines,to make it all gone,
Futile,attempts at cracking the glass cubes
Everything visible,but still closed,locked,exits,none
I spill it all,in words gibberish,still cant explain,these self feuds..

पगला

थल्ली पे बैठा हुआ,टाँगे हिलाता,मुस्कुराता पगला,
वोह खट्टी टोफ्फी गंदे तरीके से खता हुआ,नाक पोंछता ,
वहां पीछे दुनिया,चिल्ला रही है,बूढी खूसट,खांसती हुई,
सुना अनसुना करके खुश है पगला,अनंत को घूरता,टंगे हिलाता थल्ली पे...

Highly arbit

Sometimes you just write.
You might have your Spanish end term the next day and you hardly know anything about it.
You just write,because it just makes you feel a little better.
And you write,as sometimes this is the only anchor you have.

Couple of arbitrary lines...

Alarm bells dont wake me up,
Just the droning noise of dull heart beats
Innocent,quite but so strong,kept me alive,awake
And when it stopped,the bells just kept ringing...

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So much to that words just went amiss,
Silence is all I am left with,my only ally,my only bliss

Naive hubris...

Picking up stupid fights,with unknown bullies
A reason there?Or mere satisfaction of hubris?

Just saying no,for the heck of it?For feeling good?
Pretending you are not one of them,albeit your are,under the hood.

Arghh...not sure,may be it helps stay sane,amidst the chaos,the rush
Or help to maintain a semblance,stay a little alive,a little less crushed.

So I do it,mix my naivety and hubris,all in one,
Shook them well,take a swig,guffaw,and like that kid,away I run....