Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Bandhaura!

I look back at the photographs,
And realize the riches I had in rags.

The party of weird-heads that we were
Strangers turned charismatic brothers that we were..

Floyd themselves blessed the envied A209..
With smoke, caffeine, togetherness and many a fine wine.

Ruminating down the memory lane through the purported exile..
Wasting time together never seemed more worthwhile.

Random wise waves in the quirky heads
Used to find their way in this 'Wisdom Book' with supposed wise threads..

And before they got to air 'The New Girl' in India..
We had a blessed-buxomy ours to oogle, in Bandhaura.

The nights would live with an indifference to the approaching sun..
And we'd all swear with Cobain on his hidden-horns-claim of not possessing a gun.

On following mornings would strike Tanya with our night-quirks twirl..
And we'd jocosely conclude that you don't confuse a confused girl.

At 4.00 PM Safaya would come by with rolling aurat and a fresh story of a screwed up foundation..
With his brows up and 'Babu..bass' he'd drag me off to our black-smoking junction.

At times, me n deepinder would floydify the air of A209..
And in perfectly harmonical indifference we'd sip our wine.

Shiva would keep adding chatting and screwing in his post-12 fantasy nation..
Together we'd create a Bitchesters' World and rule it each as #1.

Mainu overpower kar ke smooch karn di takat hor kinde ich honi..
Suron ke sartaaj..Sardar Amitveer Singh Soni :D

And whenever I'm to look for an epitome of being complacent and happy..
I'll recall the easy-smiling-perfect-hookah-&-smoke-ring-blower parth, the puppy.

There will be some evenings when I'd lay back and let unfold the velvet of Jagjit Singh's voice..
And Baba would form my company of choice..

Pankaj would still fit in perfectly..
When the pegs are to be made manipulatively.

Life has been a perpetual treasure hunt and you people form the wealth I have..
'..well I'm a lucky man to count on both the hands, the ones I love'

This separation certainly is not the end, albeit a fresh start..
Still have to show this town how to kiss the stars!

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Reminiscence!

There.. there.. she shines & spreads light..
Like she always has and will
Crazy ! how teop never missed his demons
in her presence.
The peace she'd break into
and the randomness she'd bring along..
is needed, again.
The circle has come full round
and the tranquility haunts now..
beloved demons entice no more
and solitary walks are in space
filled with her absence, her laughter.
Oh! you old-school teop,
Find the light if you should..
Sky is the limit now!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Ruminate.Contemplate.Excogitate.

It takes a kick to make a kick-start,
and it does take some though to aim the right dart.
The teop gets a kick and does some thinking,
lack of determination has had his words sinking.
Dream.Sweat.Achieve - Cliched spikes of inspiration,
Time to do .. time to get into motion.
His biggest disgruntlement in life,
miles from dream of a bod, sculpted by knife.
To draw from a loss so bile,
Its time he walks the mile.

~ Teop

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Marionette needs a fix and some care

Troubled head takes another flight of frivolous and live thoughts,
And a hippie girl dies a colorful angel wing death.
I seek a hard to come by gesture of care,
And I seek to withdraw when I begin to have its stare.
In self indulgence, I'm apathetic to a lot more people now
I hear the strings creak and they'll break anyhow.
I finally reuse my old abstract pen..
And white reaccepts me in its blank den !

Thursday, August 8, 2013

'Freedom is just another word for nothing left to Loose'

Yet another B'day..
Not excited. Don't feel like buying new stuff.
Life on a postpone mode for materialistic 'should be' pursuits..
Don't feel like going to a mall.
Cynicism and complacence in conjunction.
Complacence.. I doubt!
And goes another hour thinking..
Why 'the' doubt !?
The doubt on complacence makes me feel complicit !
Would give anything at the moment..
To be a troubadour..
But.. I feel bound and low on gut..
Have a world to satisfy !
Why am I not free ?

Oh Janis!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Tangled bed-time ~

That urge for a last Floyd song,
Before Ms. Slumber gets me for long..

Along this one of 5:16s..
I spend, lost for words, 2 in untangling the plugins..

Dark, as it gets; the lights thru the window peep in..
And a mistaken press shifts paradigm of my weakening senses..

We climb and climb.. Tu du tu du du tu tu du..