"For the fallen brown and yellow leaves, life’s just ended; but for me, with you in my life, there will never ever be a fall… And I promise to make your every season an autumn… no matter when the rains come, there will always be a shower on you… of my love.. Will you marry me?”
The Venuses of Midnight September 2, 2009
When the sun goes down..
And the stars are the witnesses..
When the trees ruffle in the wind..
And the moonlight caresses..
And you beautiful golden eyes..
Are like venuses of midnight..
Sprinkling love that is so so wise..
In them, baby, my home lies…
In them, baby, my home lies…
In them, baby, my home lies…
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One Year In Bangalore Of August 4, 2009
One year in Bangalore of:
Sleepy Classes,
Sleepless Nights,
Healthy Fights,
Cake Delights,
Muddy Roads,
Snakes And Toads,
Assignment Shitloads,
Shifting Modes,
Penthouse Parties,
Closed Room Farties,
Scores Of Presentations,
Untimely Revelations,
Classroom Brawls,
Late Night Strolls,
Just In Time Works,
Unpredictable Quirks,
Love Time Blooms,
Wallet-Ty Glooms,
Homely Roomly Bash,
Morning’s A Lotta Trash,
"Cognitive Dissonance",
"Borrring Resonance",
Exam Time Harass,
Frying Pan A**,,
Hammer Of The "Dark Knight",
Nothing’s Wrong Or Right,
P(H)Eri’s Love All ‘N,
Chow’s Screw All,
Tao Of Dramatisation,
Continuos Procrastination,
Learnings Of Lifetime,
Unforgettable Summertime…
( On the morning of friendship day, Aug 2nd, 2009… and had completed 1 full year in bangalore, doing MBA, @ Welingkar (WE School) and the moment I woke up, these thoughts started flowing…)
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Nakedness Of A Whining Tattered Mankind July 5, 2009
There i see the rising sun
And a brand new day has begun
Hurray, again, i am the first to see
No roof, there is, that covers me
The streets, i hit again
My motto is some monetary gain
Red lights
Green lights
Yellow…
Gray oxygen, i breath
Outside the black windowed limo’s and audi’s
I stand holding a balloon,
My brethren are walking dead fetuses
Born with hearts but without souls
Only one line on their hands
Of black destiny…
I represent
The nakedness of a whining tattered mankind
Gangraped everynight
By the insane bastards of a hungry stomach
Cursed with an orgasm of unfulfilled desire
I go to sleep
To be witness to the joke of the rising sun
Again…
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The Guilty Momentary Weakness June 16, 2009
feels like m choking in a dark tank full of water.
no air coming in or goin out
no soul that can touch mine
i can still breath
but heavy it is
very heavy
eyes droping now and then
i feel the painless pain
my hands try to reach up and
my legs sway to push down the water
i feel i am reaching the brim,
but the surface
as if has a brain of it own
moves up
and i fall back
again
shimmer of tyrannical strain
i drabble
in this shower of guilty momentary weakness
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मैली यादों की चादर June 11, 2009
जब तुम थी तब आधी ईस जिंदगी मे
काफिला था वो सपनो का आधा,
अब तो बस तनहा चौराहा है,
और सिरहाने एक मैली यादों की चादर
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हातावरचा दवबिंदु June 10, 2009
हातावरचा दवबिंदु निसटून जावा तसा तुझ्या डोळ्यातले माझ्यासाथी आपलेपणही निसटून गेले
आणी त्यास तू धरण्याचा एक निष्फळ प्रयत्नही केला नाही
ह्याच गोष्टीची माझ्या मनात एक खोल दरी निर्माण केली आहे.
तुझ्या आणी माझ्या मनात असलेल्या त्या इन्द्रधनुचे आज दोन तुकडे झाले.
तुझा अर्धा रंगीन तर माझा अर्धा रंगहीन
(This one thing I wrote in my final year of Engineering, at Amravati, when my exam season was goin on….
And the piece of paper I had written it on, my friend took it
and i forgot about it totally
and today, he pings me on google talk, this and asks me if i remember this and i don’t,
and he says this is what i had written…
Thanks Ashish Ambulkar)
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तुजवर केले जे मी June 7, 2009
तुजवर केले जे मी,
ते कदाचित प्रेमच असावे,
कारण मज उमजत नाही ते काय असते,
तू गेल्यापासून…
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Can’t make ma-self luv u n-e-mo$$$$re June 1, 2009
I can’t make myself love you anymore….
Baby, can’t make ma-self luv u n-e-mo$$$$re
I got a wound on ma heart, dat’s hurtin’ very sore..
Too bad i can’t make ma-self luv u any-mo$$$$re
One day I’was standin’ waitin’ front of ma door
N’ i was lukin’ at the golden ring lyin’ on the floor
I wish i cud make it stay on ur finger so long
but i can’t feel the touch of ur hand no more…
I can’t make myself….
A dream i see, talks of u every day n nite
‘coz now the darkness never fades, n there’s no light
everyday… m trying to hear the sound of the tide
But i can’t see no more water, its an empty sea shore…
I can’t make myself….
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(…..NC)
Free… April 5, 2009
Wild was a dream…
i saw last night…
rested in her arms…
my face was white……
I tried to breath…
a morcel of air…
happy was i to see…
her eyes’s golden glare…..
“Be steady” she said…
“dont move, u’ll be alright”…
“its only a matter of seconds”…
“u’ll see the divine light”…..
Her hands are wet with red…
that oozes out of me…
i wonder why before this…
she hadn’t set me free…..
she hadn’t set me free…..
she hadn’t set me free…..
