G.C.

Her curvy figure, 

glitters with all the glory.

She exudes an aura,

when she walks by the light.

She looks in her element,

when she is in fury.

The piercing eyes,

the thunder, the aplomb.

Her contenders burn with envy,

when she whooshes past their egos.

She is the real deal.
She is, 

the Genesis.

PS: Absolutely love my new car :)

Blue Jeans

I wear a blue jeans
That me seldom cleans
I already have a slew
And then I got two new
Blue jeans!

Dark and light
Cross hatched - stone washed
Loose and tight
But that doesn't hide
That its just a blue jeans!

Day in and day out
Otherwise or when in doubt
I wear.. a blue jeans.
Shirts, tees, rounds and V's
But underneath it is
the same old.. blue jeans.

And its just not me,
the world is at its knee
Everybody is stuck with the blue,
many a man tried to unglue
The blue jeans!

Some say, free your mind
Some say, free your soul
I say, unzip and unwind
There are more colors
than the squalid blue!

Ooh aah ouch!

Thanks to a "paan", it came to my realization eventually that I'm suffering from "dard-e-akal"(term courtesy, Kunal), the wisdom tooth. I think it is done growing, so I may escape the torture of removing it, though the dentist doesn't think so. Its buried so deep in, I can barely see, I don't know how in the world they'll remove it! Till the next strike, its a "tu-tu-main-main".

Ooh aah ouch!

Patience is a wise man's crown
Is that why you make me frown
For 25 years you lay buried
And you never had me worried
But now, ooh aah ouch!

You look like a white fairy
But appearances are deceiving,
says Agent Smith
You are now real, and not a myth

Strange are your ways,
You shoulder your neighbors with sways
But hey, listen.
Lets make peace.
Be a good fellow
And you don't have to check out.

Be a bad guy,
And they'll kick you out.
'Cause we are programmed to peace
You can always make love,
But you can never deceive!

Think over it and let me know
And I'll ask them to bestow
Till then, I know
Damn you,
and this ooh aah ouch!

The Window of Perception

I'm reading too much poetry these days on fellow blogizens blogs. And its showing its effects, bear one more here. Had a running thought, which I wanted to write down before I lose the strings, and prose wasn't helping.

Perceptions are a gamble,
Thoughts with a fumble,
A cheek with a dimple.
Whatever they are ,
They but, always blur the simple.

There was a cat,
Magic under its hat.
Something has changed,
A bit here and a bit there.
And strings have deranged.

I say, aha
I hear, aah
Or was it the other way around,
Not merry is this go-around.

Its midnight now.
And in front of the forces,
One has to bow,
Fight these coerces,
Is life, and how.

Strive through this night,
Long will be this fight.
And then there will sunrise,
No more deception.
Through this window of perception.

Gone with the winds

Wrote this in a flight from Tucson to Atlanta...had nothing better to do I guess...just contemplating. I hope the nice lady sitting beside me wasn't reading and laughing at it, when she apparently looked like she was napping :P

Gone with the winds

This and that..that and this.
So was the so called bliss.
When you don't know here or there
They say you'll reach there

Some bitter and some sweet
Memories always remain
Hope we'll meet
When the world is small again

The circle that started
Is coming to an end
The light at the end of the tunnel
the time shall bend

And I'm more than eager
To know the things difficult
For mere mortals to figure
Unless He says, go figure!

Till then there is a black hole
Its dark about its deeds
Till then the mind and the soul
Are gone with the winds

Upper and Lower bounded by g(n)

There are tons of things I have to write on. But they can wait. Here is another attempt at being fuzzy, but as Douglas Adams' says, don't panic!

Upper and Lower bounded by g(n)

Lady destiny, the talks we had
Some good some bad
But now I want to say sorry
For all the caused worry.

I didn't see the path
You had laid.
Your noble intentions,
I hadn't read.

I'm grateful to you
for there is nothing like your gift
I'm in awe
of this element, fifth

Here and there,
time and again,
Upper and Lower
bounded by g(n)

For many many days

Its been ages since I wrote something that made sense. This is not a try at that.

For many many days,
its been like this
the unassuaged slumber,
the zeal amiss

just carrying on
with a forlorn hope;
but the days are gone
when there was kaleidoscope
for many many days...

the virtual life
reliance and skype;
the strife
for simple things in life,
and I thought it was just in the movies
for many many days...

there were reasons,
now known unknown
but, a few more seasons
and a few more reasons
the lid shall be blown;
the thoughts, they keep swinging
I keep saying, "What were you thinking?!"
for damn many many days...

You, there

Stop it, he said...
Stop the whining
Long has it been running
The mind, it is leeching

When the moon is up,
When the stars are bright
Why is that you see the greys,
And not the blinking plays
You watch the world go by
While you are in standby.
Patience, i say again
Is the path, not bargain.

Dont tell me,
its not worth trying for.
Cant help it,
if you arent aiming soar.
Fellows come and they go,
Trumpets blow & maybe rude,
But that aint a reason to elude.

It was never easy,
To trample the pride.
But this is how,
You will know to ride.
Escape you cannot,
This surely is a marathon,
Theres more you can do,
Than just go on...

---

Few lines, courtesy Bryan Adams ;)

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Thoughts of a never-mind

Reader discretion advised

There are times
i get afraid of the ticking chimes
i could have done this, said that;
but this time i dont wanna be a howzzat !

Experience burns your hands;
There is no magic in its wands
Impulse & passion are poles apart,
One knows patience the other does not

So i have made a pledge,
let destiny be the gauge
Let me stride along,
On the way i belong

With intuition by my side,
And imagination my guide
Till i hear the voice,
That will bring in the spice

And when comes the spring,
Windy flowers it shall bring
But i am afraid,
Of the change that shall spread

The green pastures, the blue river,
The warm wind & the fever.
The cost of which,
My inworthy soul might not deliver.

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The February shiver

Eager as i am
It makes me land in the jam
The aftermath of impulse
Is a sky of sad seagulls
There was a once
When i misfired the guns
But it turned afterall
A wronged call
The prize was tainted
Donno why i saw it painted
It wasnt like "the grapes are sour"
But what i thought were grapes
Were bitter berry in the drapes
Now that i know
Lets wait till the flow

Then came a breeze
Vivacious n please
Barely had it begun
And now its silent again
Its the beginning of the rain
And its dreary to see it die
And i am weary, again n why
Words are so easy as words
Reluctant they are to utter
Its all but flutter flutter flutter...

February gives me shiver
Its always that cold in here
Whine and sunshine
The Oracle has me to dine
She says "i will greet"
Where the crossroads meet
So shall it be written
And so shall it be done...


45 min, this is blitzkreig

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Yet another day...

yet another day
just swayed away
It started all
with a pompous ball
Waiting since then
with eager zen
Things start & they end
But all that is done is pretend
yet another day
just swayed away

I came & i saw
Thought i would conquer it all
But my dear Watson this is game
And only the shrewd get the bail
So what next
I am tired of this pretext
Patience is a wise man's crown
But till then why should i drown
yet another day
just swayed away

Life, they say
Is a needle in hay
Dont look for it
Let it prick your wit
The future is deep
And with a vroom i shall sweep
For today shall be the day
I ever swayed away...


© 2005 me

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Where is that one single soul

This is the very first time i have tried my hand at
rhythmic writing, bear

The one..where is that one single soul
From the day the dreams started shape
Eyes have been waiting day after night
For the one moment to see that sight
But its a mystery untold
Waiting for life to unfold

And everytime i see a spark
I think could it be that light
But its only a volatile delight
...where is that one single soul

The thoughts keep pouring
The zeal tries soaring
I feel a cold shiver
Could it be that breeze thats warming
Or is it just the trade winds playing

Why is it that it happens
Why is it that it cant be made
And he says theres hope
On the way where the dreams elope
...where is that one single soul


by [ 35 min, 1 billion neurons & a soul ]

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