20.10.09
27.9.09
..............requiem for panda
Don't build someones hopes
with words of love & care
when u gonna hurt them deep
& then not even care to repair
U play, u frolic, u party & then u dine some more
forgetting what is important
& leave the other to weep alone
These r actions of a weak soul
not the product of a heart
that was proclaimed to be of gold
Love is a triumph of life
an avenue to play your unique role
but you give it a bad name
with your in-sensitivities galore
There is a time to heal
and a different time to retreat
when u mix the two in wrong proportions
U are left with nothing but waning memories
which will eventually fade away
while you are alone... snoring in deep sleep
Posing for pictures
in a world of inebriated smiles
you've lost the plot!
Now u won't receive the sunshine
that was coming your way, day after day
you took it for granted
and now the angels are taking it away.
6.7.09
take me to spain....
I need a new place
A new world
To hold me safe
Engulf me in its charm and beauty
Let me explore it day by day
Where I can start anew
A chapter afresh
None of the dust
A new moon, a new dawn, a new thrust
Life, just plonk me there
I want to see a different sun
Every morning of everyday
I want to be me,
and recreate
Till the past fades away
Leaves no trace
Make me lose this confusion that the present entails
I know my path
Am itching to trail
These creatures baffle me
Leave them here
Let them all stay
Am done holding my breath
Allow me to exhale!
A new world
To hold me safe
Engulf me in its charm and beauty
Let me explore it day by day
Where I can start anew
A chapter afresh
None of the dust
A new moon, a new dawn, a new thrust
Life, just plonk me there
I want to see a different sun
Every morning of everyday
I want to be me,
and recreate
Till the past fades away
Leaves no trace
Make me lose this confusion that the present entails
I know my path
Am itching to trail
These creatures baffle me
Leave them here
Let them all stay
Am done holding my breath
Allow me to exhale!
5.7.09
4.7.09
29.5.09
the recipe
.
Can you decipher the smell of hope?
So when the tide is low
You take all the juices that flow
From the valley of flowers you so adore!
To recreate the happy tune
With the sparkle from the stars
And the magic
From the beams of the moon
Ask yourself today
Before you watch the news
And digress from the way
Can you truly manufacture them?
Those two little penguins –
Hope and Faith ??
Like you make your preferred eggs
Every morning every day
Take all the smiles flashed your way
Pack them in a big round box
You can open it carefully, but
Only when you tread the little hill & reach atop
Let the smiles escape
To fly freely about
Into the clear blue sky
And scream aloud
Spreading joy wherever they go about
Jumping on a trampoline
Made of fluffy clouds
Making friends with the birds and the winds
The weather forecast reads
Torrential rains
Followed by
Mad happy splashing feet
.
15.4.09
the search
?
how do you search for answers
when the world is full of a myriad questions
much more than you can handle
Where have my keys gone? I think i just had them!
life is a mystery to you
while an orchestrator conducts your tune
you tap your feet & surf the tide
aloha! beware!!
not just peppy songs has he compiled
understandably so,
him being a fan of the blues
but its driving you insane
This fake remote in your hands needs its batteries to be changed!
!
how do you search for answers
when the world is full of a myriad questions
much more than you can handle
Where have my keys gone? I think i just had them!
life is a mystery to you
while an orchestrator conducts your tune
you tap your feet & surf the tide
aloha! beware!!
not just peppy songs has he compiled
understandably so,
him being a fan of the blues
but its driving you insane
This fake remote in your hands needs its batteries to be changed!
!
11.4.09
we are in the army now!
.
One can learn a lot from watching ants @ work. Or are they at play? Pretty darn organized games they choose, if it is indeed that they are having fun.. could have fooled me there! It would be better understood after I carry out extensive research on them. But as an amateur 'ant watcher', I will have to admit they have surely earned my respect . They are so persistent! These tiny little creatures with invisible crazy fast limbs. Try to do anything to them, all kinds of experiments you can think of. They just don't give up. They choose not to! And they can get pretty darn stubborn!!
Try putting lethal powder, blocking the entrance to their colony. They will move the rocks of death, 10 times their size. These puny animated things will move the rocks far away, and pave a passage for their fellow colony ants. Also they don't waste much time conversing with each other, or just loitering around. Up and about, one will find them at all times, buzzing like very important people on streets of NY with briefcases in their hands, important meetings to go to, big monies to be made. The ants walk with their heads to the ground and as a consequence keep on bumping into each other time and again only to say a quick 'sorry.. excuse me... sorry again', back off and bump into the next one. Their dedication and discipline is something to learn from. Loyalty too. Don't know why dogs get all the credit for being oh so loyal! So many incidents are reported of dogs biting their owners. But they go unreported in the collective memory of a dog loving world. These ants are akin to the most patriotic army! Even the chemical rocks of white powder pieces don't deter their love/duty for their colony and fellowship. They did not act selfishly and flee the scene of nuclear attack. They are not ones to waste time formulating a plan or strategy. They don't convene meetings or summits to eventually pass the buck. They are programmed like a smart machine. Going on about their day, don't even have the time to check out other ants, too preoccupied being busy. They don't waste time and energy, don't bitch about the weather or indulge in idle gossip. Life gives them a problem, they give back a solution. No hurdle is unsurpassable. They are performers! They don't let emotions come in the way of their life. I don't know yet what is their take on feelings and attachments, need to conduct more experiments to figure that out. But of what I have known, owing to my close proximity with a colony of ants...
A colony of RED ants! Superior quality, ultra lethal sting operating red ants, that bit me insane for 2 days 3 nights . Till I procured the chemical weapon to attack their base land. A peace loving person that I am, today it gives me immense pleasure to announce that we have reached a settlement. We coexist in peace and harmony. We live and let live. I have demarcated my boundary line with the white powder, on the periphery of the door to my room. The ants have decided against relocating and leading a life of refugees in another land. They are going on about their business as usual, merely 3 feet away from my room, over looking a huge terrace. I watch them when am mighty bored, or to get inspired as I would choose to put it! I give them surprise checks on their perseverance by designing detours, carefully obstructing their paths of action.
Till now I have been reduced to an amateur observer, who plays around for a bit and then goes back to what I was doing. They just don't pay any attention to me :( or my life. I am yet to wake up one morning, to see a spectacle of a colony of a million ants, who have left all their unfinished work and loved ones (if they operate that way) and stood on my doorstep, with placards waving so frantically in their crazy fast limbs, that I can only see a blur. Nothing makes sense to me until I hear murmurings demanding better treatment and joint access to the Honey Kellogg's packet.
Unfortunately, they are happy in their lives and couldn't give two hoots about my life and my musings.
To think of it, my relationship with ants goes back a long way. We had an assorted collection of pets in my childhood. One particular summer vacation, the heat must have played with our heads, my brother and I decided to adopt a few 'lucky' ants and be their caretakers. We handpicked these BIG black ants. They had designer helmets for a face, and an ultra powerful sting to cry home about, along with a red sore that stayed for days on the skin, already pretty red from the Delhi heat. In the species of ants, they would be the ones promptly hired as bouncers outside party places, where the other ants would want to chill (i.e if they have a concept of work hard, party harder. I doubt it, but have made a mental note to study this further. Another mental note made to google grants given on ants research programme, especially to amateurs) I have an inkling that these pubs and clubs must be underground ghettos, so as not to tarnish the 'hard working' tag the ants have earned for centuries on earth
Well getting back to the adoption saga. We took these 'chosen ones', the lucky ants under our wing, and before they could bite us red, yellow and blue, we started showing them what a great time we had in store for them. We prepared cups of sugar solution, dipped their helmet faces in till we were sure their tummies were full and we could have sworn we heard them burp.
Well we could teach them good manners on some other occasion! Right now we were too busy pampering them. Then soon it was nap time. we tucked them into cozy dark matchboxes. Come evening time, we took them for a soiree. Introducing new concepts of fun to them, as that is what intermingling of species is meant for. You learn from us, while we pretend to learn from you ;)
So out came my brothers dinky cars, shining, inviting. Promptly we packed the ants into open jeeps, wind blowing in their face (obscured by the helmet, but on the bright side, seat belts would not be missed) Honestly, caring two hoots for their safety or giddiness, we took them for a wild spin.
I would like to believe they enjoyed the few days we spent together, being exposed to a new way of life and doing things. They must have taken the experience back to their fellow ants, held a conference to talk about the paid for vacation/ spa/ cruise and have other ants remark how wonderful a tan they had. Or they might have straight headed to the psychiatric ward to get some professional help after their ordeal!
I think we fared well as representatives of the human culture. Fun and frolic is highly underrated in the ant world!
I had a great time and still remember those days with fond memories. I don't know why everyone promptly quotes dog as their favorite animal. If posed the same question, my thoughtful reply would be ANTS!!! They have a lot going for them. Only if they hired a good PR, they could earn a lot more fans..
.
One can learn a lot from watching ants @ work. Or are they at play? Pretty darn organized games they choose, if it is indeed that they are having fun.. could have fooled me there! It would be better understood after I carry out extensive research on them. But as an amateur 'ant watcher', I will have to admit they have surely earned my respect . They are so persistent! These tiny little creatures with invisible crazy fast limbs. Try to do anything to them, all kinds of experiments you can think of. They just don't give up. They choose not to! And they can get pretty darn stubborn!!
Try putting lethal powder, blocking the entrance to their colony. They will move the rocks of death, 10 times their size. These puny animated things will move the rocks far away, and pave a passage for their fellow colony ants. Also they don't waste much time conversing with each other, or just loitering around. Up and about, one will find them at all times, buzzing like very important people on streets of NY with briefcases in their hands, important meetings to go to, big monies to be made. The ants walk with their heads to the ground and as a consequence keep on bumping into each other time and again only to say a quick 'sorry.. excuse me... sorry again', back off and bump into the next one. Their dedication and discipline is something to learn from. Loyalty too. Don't know why dogs get all the credit for being oh so loyal! So many incidents are reported of dogs biting their owners. But they go unreported in the collective memory of a dog loving world. These ants are akin to the most patriotic army! Even the chemical rocks of white powder pieces don't deter their love/duty for their colony and fellowship. They did not act selfishly and flee the scene of nuclear attack. They are not ones to waste time formulating a plan or strategy. They don't convene meetings or summits to eventually pass the buck. They are programmed like a smart machine. Going on about their day, don't even have the time to check out other ants, too preoccupied being busy. They don't waste time and energy, don't bitch about the weather or indulge in idle gossip. Life gives them a problem, they give back a solution. No hurdle is unsurpassable. They are performers! They don't let emotions come in the way of their life. I don't know yet what is their take on feelings and attachments, need to conduct more experiments to figure that out. But of what I have known, owing to my close proximity with a colony of ants...
A colony of RED ants! Superior quality, ultra lethal sting operating red ants, that bit me insane for 2 days 3 nights . Till I procured the chemical weapon to attack their base land. A peace loving person that I am, today it gives me immense pleasure to announce that we have reached a settlement. We coexist in peace and harmony. We live and let live. I have demarcated my boundary line with the white powder, on the periphery of the door to my room. The ants have decided against relocating and leading a life of refugees in another land. They are going on about their business as usual, merely 3 feet away from my room, over looking a huge terrace. I watch them when am mighty bored, or to get inspired as I would choose to put it! I give them surprise checks on their perseverance by designing detours, carefully obstructing their paths of action.
Till now I have been reduced to an amateur observer, who plays around for a bit and then goes back to what I was doing. They just don't pay any attention to me :( or my life. I am yet to wake up one morning, to see a spectacle of a colony of a million ants, who have left all their unfinished work and loved ones (if they operate that way) and stood on my doorstep, with placards waving so frantically in their crazy fast limbs, that I can only see a blur. Nothing makes sense to me until I hear murmurings demanding better treatment and joint access to the Honey Kellogg's packet.
Unfortunately, they are happy in their lives and couldn't give two hoots about my life and my musings.
To think of it, my relationship with ants goes back a long way. We had an assorted collection of pets in my childhood. One particular summer vacation, the heat must have played with our heads, my brother and I decided to adopt a few 'lucky' ants and be their caretakers. We handpicked these BIG black ants. They had designer helmets for a face, and an ultra powerful sting to cry home about, along with a red sore that stayed for days on the skin, already pretty red from the Delhi heat. In the species of ants, they would be the ones promptly hired as bouncers outside party places, where the other ants would want to chill (i.e if they have a concept of work hard, party harder. I doubt it, but have made a mental note to study this further. Another mental note made to google grants given on ants research programme, especially to amateurs) I have an inkling that these pubs and clubs must be underground ghettos, so as not to tarnish the 'hard working' tag the ants have earned for centuries on earth
Well getting back to the adoption saga. We took these 'chosen ones', the lucky ants under our wing, and before they could bite us red, yellow and blue, we started showing them what a great time we had in store for them. We prepared cups of sugar solution, dipped their helmet faces in till we were sure their tummies were full and we could have sworn we heard them burp.
Well we could teach them good manners on some other occasion! Right now we were too busy pampering them. Then soon it was nap time. we tucked them into cozy dark matchboxes. Come evening time, we took them for a soiree. Introducing new concepts of fun to them, as that is what intermingling of species is meant for. You learn from us, while we pretend to learn from you ;)
So out came my brothers dinky cars, shining, inviting. Promptly we packed the ants into open jeeps, wind blowing in their face (obscured by the helmet, but on the bright side, seat belts would not be missed) Honestly, caring two hoots for their safety or giddiness, we took them for a wild spin.
I would like to believe they enjoyed the few days we spent together, being exposed to a new way of life and doing things. They must have taken the experience back to their fellow ants, held a conference to talk about the paid for vacation/ spa/ cruise and have other ants remark how wonderful a tan they had. Or they might have straight headed to the psychiatric ward to get some professional help after their ordeal!
I think we fared well as representatives of the human culture. Fun and frolic is highly underrated in the ant world!
I had a great time and still remember those days with fond memories. I don't know why everyone promptly quotes dog as their favorite animal. If posed the same question, my thoughtful reply would be ANTS!!! They have a lot going for them. Only if they hired a good PR, they could earn a lot more fans..
.
10.4.09
'DRACULA'
.
my SHORT FILM work in progress..........
2d Animatic...
Size Comparison...
BAT art work...
BAT model...
DRACULA model...
GRANNY artwork...
GRANNY model...
.
1.
Its a scary moonlit night... Everything is spooky
A bat hanging on a tree branch, flies towards the screen and engulfs the screen in darkness.
2.
It flutters & lands on the porch for HOUSE 1.
Morphs into Dracula
Dracula has a menacing look on his face, ready to create havoc in peoples lives
3.
Close up of Dracula
He leads with his eyes
and moves ahead towards the door
4.
Dracula's hand shot
Knocks on house 1 door
5.
Side view of House 1 (in perspective)
Door opens
Dracula gets into a snarl
Pop! comes a hand through the door & gives Dracula a bucket full of candy
Dracula is shocked to have candy basket in hand
He grimaces
6.
Dracula's hand shot
Rings the bell for House 2
7.
Side view of House 2 (in perspective)
Dracula is trying a better scare this time
Pop! comes a hand & pulls his cheek
8.
Closeup of Dracula's face
Hand pulls his cheek affectionately & gives him more candy!!
9.
Now Dracula is utterly confused!
10.
Closeup of Dracula getting angry & walking off screen
11.
Dracula lands at HOUSE 3 door
As the door is wide open he barges inside
12.
Once inside, really determined to scare someone this time, enacting a BIG scare, only to open his eyes & realize it was all in vain as the room is empty!
:(
13.
We see a kid (dressed in a mini Dracula costume) sneaking up to him form behind
The kid shrieks & startles Dracula
The kid is pleased with himself :)
Dracula is dumbstruck :(
Dracula tries his scariest best on the kid, overpowering the kid in stature this time
& the kid is jolted!
They are both startled by a sound.. of the bedroom door opening
14.
We see Granny, a hideous looking old woman, with a gooey green face mask on, unshaven legs...
Merrily prancing around oblivious to the people around
15.
Dracula & Kid are shocked & let out a loud shriek on seeing Grandma
They both look at each other and hug each other tightly, for dear life!
16.
Grandma looks at them & notices her state of affairs
Covering herself up
She shrieks in embarrassment!!
17.
Closeup of Dracula & Kid hugging n shrieking!!
18.
Closeup of Granny shrieking!!!
19.
Zoom out to see an aerial view of the town where we hear sounds of shrieks coming from every other house
... as it is Halloween and everyone is either scaring someone or getting scared
(***duration - 45 sec or so
at some point of time i could show Halloween pumpkins somewhere in the BG
as for the style of animation, it will be fast tempo
quick reactions & quick cuts***)
.
my SHORT FILM work in progress..........
2d Animatic...
Size Comparison...
BAT art work...
BAT model...
DRACULA model...
GRANNY artwork...
GRANNY model...
.1.
Its a scary moonlit night... Everything is spooky
A bat hanging on a tree branch, flies towards the screen and engulfs the screen in darkness.
2.
It flutters & lands on the porch for HOUSE 1.
Morphs into Dracula
Dracula has a menacing look on his face, ready to create havoc in peoples lives
3.
Close up of Dracula
He leads with his eyes
and moves ahead towards the door
4.
Dracula's hand shot
Knocks on house 1 door
5.
Side view of House 1 (in perspective)
Door opens
Dracula gets into a snarl
Pop! comes a hand through the door & gives Dracula a bucket full of candy
Dracula is shocked to have candy basket in hand
He grimaces
6.
Dracula's hand shot
Rings the bell for House 2
7.
Side view of House 2 (in perspective)
Dracula is trying a better scare this time
Pop! comes a hand & pulls his cheek
8.
Closeup of Dracula's face
Hand pulls his cheek affectionately & gives him more candy!!
9.
Now Dracula is utterly confused!
10.
Closeup of Dracula getting angry & walking off screen
11.
Dracula lands at HOUSE 3 door
As the door is wide open he barges inside
12.
Once inside, really determined to scare someone this time, enacting a BIG scare, only to open his eyes & realize it was all in vain as the room is empty!
:(
13.
We see a kid (dressed in a mini Dracula costume) sneaking up to him form behind
The kid shrieks & startles Dracula
The kid is pleased with himself :)
Dracula is dumbstruck :(
Dracula tries his scariest best on the kid, overpowering the kid in stature this time
& the kid is jolted!
They are both startled by a sound.. of the bedroom door opening
14.
We see Granny, a hideous looking old woman, with a gooey green face mask on, unshaven legs...
Merrily prancing around oblivious to the people around
15.
Dracula & Kid are shocked & let out a loud shriek on seeing Grandma
They both look at each other and hug each other tightly, for dear life!
16.
Grandma looks at them & notices her state of affairs
Covering herself up
She shrieks in embarrassment!!
17.
Closeup of Dracula & Kid hugging n shrieking!!
18.
Closeup of Granny shrieking!!!
19.
Zoom out to see an aerial view of the town where we hear sounds of shrieks coming from every other house
... as it is Halloween and everyone is either scaring someone or getting scared
(***duration - 45 sec or so
at some point of time i could show Halloween pumpkins somewhere in the BG
as for the style of animation, it will be fast tempo
quick reactions & quick cuts***)
.
12.3.09
Crystal gazing...
*
come hither my dreams unfold
I peeped into the future and I saw
a girl looking back at me
fire raging in her bright eyes it seems
curls disheveled on a face scrubbed clean
chin upright and an aura of sheen
holding a bond like a filament of trust
are two people who together must,
share the core of their soul
in unanimity they must cease to withhold
times will change and forever it may be
what a necromancer may never ever see
the fortunes of love will shower & flow
lying cozy abed ere sunrise will show
birds blooming and flowers chirping
oh my god! I am yet again blurting
thoughts of fluffy clouds are still afloat
am strolling the boat nonchalantly to the shore
quiescence is all I can now think of
the vastness of water around & with the scorching sun above
no compass in hand to guide me through
yet calm and delirium exist in a harmony so true
don’t encumber my path with fears of tears
I reside in my own merry jungle full of
cute bunny rabbits & grass munching deers
*
come hither my dreams unfold
I peeped into the future and I saw
a girl looking back at me
fire raging in her bright eyes it seems
curls disheveled on a face scrubbed clean
chin upright and an aura of sheen
holding a bond like a filament of trust
are two people who together must,
share the core of their soul
in unanimity they must cease to withhold
times will change and forever it may be
what a necromancer may never ever see
the fortunes of love will shower & flow
lying cozy abed ere sunrise will show
birds blooming and flowers chirping
oh my god! I am yet again blurting
thoughts of fluffy clouds are still afloat
am strolling the boat nonchalantly to the shore
quiescence is all I can now think of
the vastness of water around & with the scorching sun above
no compass in hand to guide me through
yet calm and delirium exist in a harmony so true
don’t encumber my path with fears of tears
I reside in my own merry jungle full of
cute bunny rabbits & grass munching deers
*
1.3.09
rumination express
*
waste we do
our precious time on earth
devoting it to
wasteful activities, such dirt
it is the biggest sin
take care not to explode
tucked in a cockpit
my brains please do hold
air gushing
the plane, nose diving
perpendicularly racing down
into what eventually seems
like a field of endless clouds
hot burning fire from hell
if today you don’t comprehend
and remember it, tomorrow too
that’s where it will take you
what is really important?
in this life of yours
thus avoid all sorrow
and find the strength to always
merrily move on
i choose to float freely
touching and feeling
exploring through every sense
life's very own deep meaning
it’s a choice we make
every single day
to ruefully struggle through this jungle
or simply chill in such divine green space
pull up your hair and tie a bow
take a stock of the situation and then show
what have you been up to
this summer and the winter before
away you seem to be drifting
in space and in time
tomorrow when the sun comes up to shine
will your soul you still recognize?
on and on you go till you tire
the time will come one day when you finally retire
take a break, a nap, a punctuation, or a retake
life’s decisions to be made, they will either, make you or break!
think deep
dive steep
water splashing on my feet
I feel complete
let not these thoughts
gush past you time and again
chase them with gumption, paper and pen
reigns are in my hands
I lead, I follow
the efforts I put in me today
life’s rewards I will reap tomorrow
am happy today
with my lot to focus on
what I was a month ago
seems like a person I might have not known!
who was that?
what she felt must have been quite bad
but when you go through so much pain
a sense of self you will gain
that nothing can ever take
away from you
while walking to the zoo
looking at monkeys
not so unlike me and you
but then some fragile people say
more nonsense coming my way
let me run
take shield
or hurl bombs
to save my own sanity
*
waste we do
our precious time on earth
devoting it to
wasteful activities, such dirt
it is the biggest sin
take care not to explode
tucked in a cockpit
my brains please do hold
air gushing
the plane, nose diving
perpendicularly racing down
into what eventually seems
like a field of endless clouds
hot burning fire from hell
if today you don’t comprehend
and remember it, tomorrow too
that’s where it will take you
what is really important?
in this life of yours
thus avoid all sorrow
and find the strength to always
merrily move on
i choose to float freely
touching and feeling
exploring through every sense
life's very own deep meaning
it’s a choice we make
every single day
to ruefully struggle through this jungle
or simply chill in such divine green space
pull up your hair and tie a bow
take a stock of the situation and then show
what have you been up to
this summer and the winter before
away you seem to be drifting
in space and in time
tomorrow when the sun comes up to shine
will your soul you still recognize?
on and on you go till you tire
the time will come one day when you finally retire
take a break, a nap, a punctuation, or a retake
life’s decisions to be made, they will either, make you or break!
think deep
dive steep
water splashing on my feet
I feel complete
let not these thoughts
gush past you time and again
chase them with gumption, paper and pen
reigns are in my hands
I lead, I follow
the efforts I put in me today
life’s rewards I will reap tomorrow
am happy today
with my lot to focus on
what I was a month ago
seems like a person I might have not known!
who was that?
what she felt must have been quite bad
but when you go through so much pain
a sense of self you will gain
that nothing can ever take
away from you
while walking to the zoo
looking at monkeys
not so unlike me and you
but then some fragile people say
more nonsense coming my way
let me run
take shield
or hurl bombs
to save my own sanity
*
28.2.09
CRAzYONeS
*
life is a maze where we twist and turn
crazy people are crazy fun
other than just Wine and Rum
they bring to the table oh so much!
Depending on our fate
We find our own mates
Our choices vary
From chocolates to cocaine
no point in simply toeing the line
then why are people dreading the fall overtime?
ripples are created when stones are hurled
they disappear to make bubbles when fish turn
Painting within the lines is curbing your inner desires
The colors want to bleed
But you prevent that and the crayons think you are a freak
Protesting, they stay in boxes; their pyres
one must fly like a paper plane
it charts its own course
diving to sudden death
or sailing through a pond
I have made so many choices
They might seem crazy and rash
But what fun is a life devoid of such 'vices'
And if I am not brash?
i follow my instincts
they will take me places
as the decision comes to me in fits
i provide answers to my own questions
Not without help from friends
Who are my angels, my guardians
We are connected by a love so deep
It survives lifetimes, plus the turmoil in each
so craziness pays
just as laziness lays
its eggs in our lives
to reap bee hives
where the queen is the king
and in the end we all sing
Ting teeding ting ting!
*
life is a maze where we twist and turn
crazy people are crazy fun
other than just Wine and Rum
they bring to the table oh so much!
Depending on our fate
We find our own mates
Our choices vary
From chocolates to cocaine
no point in simply toeing the line
then why are people dreading the fall overtime?
ripples are created when stones are hurled
they disappear to make bubbles when fish turn
Painting within the lines is curbing your inner desires
The colors want to bleed
But you prevent that and the crayons think you are a freak
Protesting, they stay in boxes; their pyres
one must fly like a paper plane
it charts its own course
diving to sudden death
or sailing through a pond
I have made so many choices
They might seem crazy and rash
But what fun is a life devoid of such 'vices'
And if I am not brash?
i follow my instincts
they will take me places
as the decision comes to me in fits
i provide answers to my own questions
Not without help from friends
Who are my angels, my guardians
We are connected by a love so deep
It survives lifetimes, plus the turmoil in each
so craziness pays
just as laziness lays
its eggs in our lives
to reap bee hives
where the queen is the king
and in the end we all sing
Ting teeding ting ting!
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Beat the brinjal !
All along a dilettante I have been
Time it is now to row the boat it seems
Sitting by the river banks times galore
Eventually will I just grow old, a bore?
With nothing to show as a creation of mine
My expressions will all perish with me, inside
A veggie is this life where in I don't leave a mark
Even Brinjal is ahead, with a purpose to nourish & color so dark
Have watched the ocean with amazement so long
Feared the swim that I long to go on
Paving the way for myself to glory
Achieved by expression of self through story
I will dive and swim, till my bones ache with fatigue
Brave the darkness, and waters too deep
My fears and doubts will sink below
As dawn brings the sun to the shore
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