Sunday, April 30, 2006

There you come
Into my life
And then go away

Make me feel a like a fool
For wanting you
For wanting you to stay
For wanting things to happen

Burning me up, inside

The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing
Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that can’t be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed singing

You take me by surprise

I was a living dead before
I never realized it, but now I know
I hear you

Stinging my soul
I’m filled up
With ecstasy and pain

And emptiness

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know singing
Come out upon my seas,
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease, singing

I’ve lost it
My sense of pleasure
My will to wait and live

The time has come
Well I don‘t feel so great now that the time has come

Cause I’m left here
Undone, in the dark, turned inside out
Come over… Life, come and break this spell

6 Comments:

Blogger humbl devil said...

awesome as alwez...
just what i wanted to write...
but then you proved that you are better...

2:58 pm  
Blogger Ishwar said...

Hmm... A few rapid switches between first person and third person makes one slightly dizzy. But, good one!

[Signed by a certified poetically-inept person]

8:26 pm  
Blogger shooting star said...

great blog as usual.....

12:52 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

beautiful... though i had to read it couple of times to grab a bit of it... :)

9:48 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

High levels of morbidity, I say...

4:03 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

singing..
Oh nothing else compares...

10:46 pm  

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Blinded in the darkness of my mind.
Conscious in the light of those prying eyes.

I wonder.

Am I really getting better?
Or is it merely a pass off?

New thoughts.
Old problems.
Lustful insights.

I’m getting carried away.

It’s different, pretentious and quintessentially threatening.
I can’t stop it.

I miss being what I was.
I feel like I’ve become less funny or perhaps too serious. Probably both

Am I done with my fixations?
Am I just hanging around for the heck of it?

I don’t know who I am anymore.
I feel all poignant and mature.
I feel all grown up.
I feel old.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Me too.

:-)

10:40 pm  
Blogger Ishwar said...

lol.. nice discalimer

11:45 pm  
Blogger Ishwar said...

BTW, tile the background image. Doesn't look good on a 1280x1024 screen

9:47 am  
Blogger Anil.kumar03@gmail.com said...

you are just drunk...


tomorrow, everything will be fine.


-ATG

11:56 am  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

Ahhh madam..i lovvu the new look (or has it been on for a while) sowwie...been busy. How art thou?

7:35 pm  

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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

I’ve been trying it for a week now

Every time I sit down to write a post
It feels forced
And it doesn’t stop at that

The first words popping out of my head
Tend to be dark, deep and drear
But that’s only when the words are still there locked up in the top drawer
The moment I articulate it
The dark streak mysteriously vanishes

I read it and re-read it
It doesn’t feel me anymore
What’s in a blog without black drama?

It’s as if lightning’s coming on in a dark sky, tearing up the murky clouds and...
Whoa! There’s a dramatic shift from the monochromatic existence I had been living to a full colour spectrum.

But it’s not rad.

Black is severe. Black is deep. Black is inspiring.
There’s a certain richness in black.
A comfort I can wrap myself in.
I love the feeling that there’s a thick, impenetrable layer

Between me and you



Where’s my black shawl?

7 Comments:

Blogger madhavan said...

Black is nothing but the absence of colour. It is a colour that does not exist.

9:28 am  
Blogger chaos said...

mysteriously black!... too good...

9:39 am  
Blogger J said...

when did I ever say black is a colour?

10:06 am  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Hmm... it does happen at times... you write something, and then you feel that your own imprint is somehow missing from the post.

11:49 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

black is extreme..shades od grey is beautiful...nothing is black or white...its always the shades of grey...black is absolute...shades of greay is infinite...:)

1:29 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dreamed a dream
Not in White and Black.
Ain't technicolour either,
'Twas a Black within Black

A New Meridian in Create,
Subterranean, Visionless,
A mind of Black,
The Light of Day did Rape.

My corroded heart did sing
Them Black Sonnets
And my Soul become half-part
Of those Tenebrous Tenets

Black, is the color of nothing
Black, is the colour of everything
Black, is what the universe is
Black, is what pure is
Black, is her who blazed life in a void so sour
Black, is her who shimmered away into colour.

3:02 pm  
Blogger Golden Words said...

no mails from u?why so?

11:49 pm  

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Friday, April 07, 2006

There he hangs.
Hung on a large wooden hook.
I think the hook is loose.
He’ll probably fall off.
I’ve seen it wobble.
But I know what he’s up to.
When you brush by, he swings, lifting his head up, in spite of the stiff neck.
Such a creep he is.
He’s just spinning around to see the damp stained thoughts running in my mind.
I’ve got plans for him!
I walk towards the wall, caress him and feel the hook, nearly pulling it out of the plastered wall.

He tries catching his own breath with each swing, holding on to his dear life, imagining the sudden plunge, wishing he wasn’t here in the first place.
I think for a minute.
A long minute.
Why pull the hook off?
I pull him off the hook.
Down he goes, hitting the hard concrete below.
I feel lighter. And so does my hook.

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Blogger chaos said...

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7:45 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you changed your template? purple? in honour of purple haze?

6:40 pm  
Blogger J said...

lmao... yessss! a tribute to yuo mah dear :)

7:02 pm  
Blogger Thetis said...

cool template!

7:52 am  
Blogger Manu said...

earth-shattering comment: your blog makes me a stuttering moron. loss for words. is it u who's demented or i! cool temp though. :-D

11:54 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OMG! Now you're getting all corny too!!!

8:28 pm  

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

I look pretty, don't I?

Thanks DJK.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes you are

6:28 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

You look hawt!

7:23 pm  
Blogger AlterinG Abhishek said...

I luhve the teplate color..
ur too kewl

9:27 am  
Blogger chaos said...

this is awesome stuff J... you don't look good... you look great! :D

5:03 pm  
Blogger km said...

The correct answer is, in Ricky Ricardo's words, "ai-yi-yi-yi Loooocy, you got some 'splainin' to do!"

3:57 am  
Blogger madhavan said...

pretty is not the word

12:27 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All compliments graciously accepted ;)

8:06 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

if pretty is not the word, what is?

4:40 pm  

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