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!

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!

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

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 !