The loss of a loved one

There's a girl I know,

Who's mama's no more

Wasn't a good friend of her's

But I still shed some tears.

The loss of a loved one,An anchor for your heart

It kept u afloat as long as remember

And when this anchor's broken, or crumbling in the dark

You drift away and your alone at sea

Where Time's a measure of our memories.

Only these we have when its time to leave.

For every memory; we shed a tear,

Brave a smile, We've faced our fear.

With every tear; we try to fight,

To tame the lump with all our might.

Throat all blocked and unable to breathe

We choke back on our memories.

And so i pray, selfishly and cowardly;

Please let me be the first to die,

Before all the people that matter to me,

So I wont have to mourn them, so I wont have to cry.

PEER PRESSURE.... (i jus had to write one..jus Had to)

And so I've come to realise,
Life will never be the same.
That 3 yr chunk of paradise
Only in memories, will it remain.

I guess I was in denial
Coz these thoughts ar far too late..
With my mind now directionless and idle
It comes as a slap on my face.

My cheek stings from the impact
As emboldened images flicker in the dark
Their bodies, none of it ever coming back,
But their souls, forever leave their mark.

No more royally challenged physics theories,
Tho' its spirit still levitates with us.
No more Robinson in the arches,
The Onion Rings we called us?!!

Art was dark in the Manson Phase
With pinkies swept up in waves of black
N goths were sighted at some place
While in epic floods, they laughed their way back.

New twists in old monks
And breakin UVs while jiving on stage
Kalbadevi PGs, haven for the drunks
Curly hair was quite the rage!

Flings that flung with a blink of an eye
With fantasies fuelled along the way
To hold up fans, how hard we tried....
And shreik when "HGC's" passed by our way.

Hearing lost and earing found,
Vada Paos in tomato soup,
LP refreshers all year round,
Oh, that beautiful...beautiful potato soup.

I lived a lifetime in those years
And struck gold, six times over
Enough to last my worldy years
With plenty left over for forever.

Now the daydream's cut short
As flickers grow to light
My cheek's red as i recover from the shock
While Reality switches to overdrive.

Excerpts from the Audible Ramblings of a 9 - 5er

Does 100bpms, distortion and screaming men scare you; Does my calm as death composure scare you? bitch u think you can push me; Touch me again and ill have my mp3s and bpms kill you!!!

I told you not to do that, but noooo... You wouldn't listen to me, why would anyone listen to me. Im jus the voice in ur head!

lunch in 5 min..yey! wonder wats for desert?...fuck! papaya fruit salad... lunch in 4 mins.. yey! wait, you took a whole minute to think?!

As a matter of fact, i am hairy and im gonna find me a hairy man and we'll have ourselves werewolf babies and our family activity will be fortnightly where we run thru the streets howling at the moon!!! AaooOOOoooo..

Ahh.. Mrs. Nomita; She spoke such beautiful effortless hindi. You'd love to jus sit n listen to her speak. I was awful wid hindi but still..she spoke so beautifully; like she'd open her mouth and the words would flow out beautifully... and... effortlessly much like drunken binge vomit.

Autumn Rush

Waiting, waiting

Endless moments crowd

Expecting, expecting

The silent shouts to drown

Walking, walking

Thru gyri and sulci

Running, running

Away from spectral sounds

Jumping, jumping

In restless memories loud

Slipping, slipping

Thru leapholes in the ground

Falling, fallen

On clouds of vacuous doubt

HUSH...........(stentorian steps out)

Earthly music betrays my languished spirit,
But your song has the courage to lift it.
Sweet nothings whispered into my ears,
So softly; we could hear our tears..
Your unspoken words caress my soul,
Redeems me from chaos, calms me whole
And when you sing, You make me drift,
A juvenile feather exploring the summer breeze's lift
Your words my ride,
Their song my stride
Your voice forever, sweet honey on a sore
Silence;   Can I have an encore