Being!

I love the unsullied honesty of human emotion when the human is just being. The crown of thorns - the gear of an achiever, when taken off, reveals a nakedness of emotion that is the essence of being. The gleaming unfeigned eyes, then, reveal willingness for a real human interaction - the way it naturally is meant to be. We shall be told to run, to watch out, to conquer; but I choose to stop and 'spend' time and ponder the worth of my run for my being. Its a waste! Crazy, how we strive to cut short all of the non-value adding activities which lead to the formation of products and services that, unfortunately, own us but fall short of noticing how the whole idea of these products and services add no value to our being. Where is our desire to live, to be crazy, our willingness to experience other naturally occurring beings, to walk into wilderness, to breathe the morning fogs !

Sometimes!

I still, sometimes, think of her gleaming eyes. Washed in rose-water washed dreams, perceiving the world through iris of beauty, she was a spirit so free!

I still, sometimes, find a hint of that freedom in a few people I meet. I like to think that she somehow touched them and I gratify myself in their presence, her presence!

I still, sometimes, plug in to those songs and like to paint a picture of her in my head with she watching over me and bestowing me with fathoms of emotion to explore, write and sing!

I still, sometimes, hope for her to remain in me after long that I'd let go of her. Things change. People, circumstances, everything.. they change. Let 'us' remain..

Her..

I love the way she sees the trivials.
They see greys,
I see whites and their blacks;
she witnesses colours.
A simple cup of tea that's steaming,
in a milieu of cacophony of lives in rush,
a sun that's beaming and
the time that's fleeing.
They, in rush, chase the time,
I feel the sun's supremacy
and she smiles at translucence of steam,
the exchange of warmth between the cup and her palms
and the sip of mixes that buy the calm..

The Stage Dive~

Nothing excites me more than witnessing a group of rock angels inciting a sea of people-drops, stirring them to an organized turbulence through powers, sounds & antics of their souls and then jumping into that sea - populated and high, riding its waves of pure and unadulterated appreciation!

On a night when I saw appox. million of dead

I go to bed terrified today for we forgot to love. Humans were decimated to perfection and were then counted to approximation. The things are no different today as biases and meticulously devised disparities serve a similar purpose. We are supposed to get out the 'Be the Change We Want To See' but I'm not aware of the change I want to see anymore. I wasn't raised to love humans and other things bestowed upon us by nature. So, unaware of the exact change I want to see, I don't know the change I want to make in me ! Well, on a regular day why would it even cross the head of a mango like me. The cultural shackles are too damn unrelenting and ofcourse there is constant pursuance of money to be able to afford the luxury called love amd nature. Not able to manage my pre-slumber smile tonight. Fuck!

Savors..

Some fine sunday morning.. We, you and me, will be unaesthetically tucked in a crumbled warm sheet.. Clothes wont seem necessary just like the notion of not paying a heed to the societal norms of waking up, getting dressed and moving out to work. There, we wont be condemning the unfavorable circumstances, wont be predicting the future, wont be regretting the past. We'd be living each ephemeral moment one at a time, exploring the reception of all of our senses.. Touch of our chests, smell of our breaths, taste of our lips, sound of our cracky voices and sight of a heaven ! We'd be smoking a fag when smoke would clear up our milieu and we'd be talking about importance in various trivialities. We'd watch those tigers and lion stories on discovery channel and occasionally talk about life in space. Along, you'd grab a hold of my thing and start give me a hand but stop before I come. We'd share a laugh and I'd name your udders and would act a fictitious conversation they'd be having at that moment. When your tummy starts to ache cause of the laughter; I'd go down on you tracing your contours and kiss your sensitive lips down there till you exude the heavens and then come up to face you and embrace your hug. And we'd live on..

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!