Pollution

What if the blue car before yours emitted the smell of tulip and the orange one covered the road with the smell of mari gold.... What if a petunia sat at the the mouth of your car nozel and the purple lily was coughed by the road guzzler........ I would just lift the tip of my nose and smell in all the pollution.

Sapne

Banjar akaash ke chehere par.. Kitne dor thaan kar lagaae
Badee chote geele sapne un par taangae
Kuch par clip lagaayi kuch ko bharose se atkaaye

Hawaa ke jhoke ne kuch ko sukha diya
Kuch mein nami ab bhi baaki hai
Jaldi unhe utaar lo
Apne aankhon ki nami se unhe poora bheegado
Aur aaj tum inhe pehen hi lo... Yeh sapne geele hi jachte hain tum par

I know

If I told you that I know
Would that bring me closer would the distance be more

When I say I know
Is my experience of your experience fresh
Or just a repetition repetition of my memory refreshed

When I say I know
Do I stand on top of the mountain alone
Or Do I allow you to take me to my world undone

Archaic battles

I am a hero
My sword glistened and swore when I turned it
I held it right above my elbow - parallel to my body
Taller than me, it claimed its might

I had won the battle, and I did it with a panache,
I have earned my glory, my honor has no match,

I promised to teach them how to use the mighty sword
To win battles with a thousand wardes

They rejoiced and celebrated by courage and zeal abundant

But they said sorry, "now a days we don't use guts but guns".

I Like Graphology

I like Graphology because it brings me closet to something that is real.... That is untamed...unformed... Something that requires me to come alive.... I don't like structures... Forms... I find them binding....thus this breaks all these structures.... Breaks any form of I Know.... Yet I accommodate structures.....for their importance seems immense.....but out of necessity not out of acknowledged meant..... I want to be freee....to be to do to make ....to connect... To relate....to create

Roles Camera Action!

Roles Camera Action

Indian! Indian! I see you - 

I don't watch you, but this is how I see you

You are right and that was wrong...

Its on the basis of a white sari and a thong

You show, you glorify, you want me to sympathise

You have me at soft, pity and damp eyes

The evil looks like that, he is loud 

And he is bad, he is ugly and shrewd

A Hero is a Hero and a Villain is a Villain

He cant be some of hell and some of heaven 

I cant flex my thoughts, just like I cant flex my thighs

Which is why movies I love with a box of French fries

When will you, Indian, wake up from this slumber

To see the Shah Rukh in you and also the Gabbar! 

Glass Eyes

Glass Eyes

I asked so I could look deep into his eyes,

To know what he reflects in his skies

I claimed that, I can tell what he is looking for

While he's wondering if it is really what he yearns for

I flaunted that I knew what he thinks of himself

Putting it in twelve words, telling him what he felt

I pull out his talents, laid them on a plate

He was unsure, thought that I just like to inflate

I saw deep into his eyes,to see what else lies

Trust, mistrust, love, fear, lows and highs

I told him how he could find a route around,

From past's grip on him and laws that bound

I thought I reached, I conquered a world,

He brought me back to the place I hold

"I watch with glass eyes, how can they tell

The story of a man for whom my eyes did not melt"