Snmoked n Smnaked

A traffic of two
Jammed and congested
An undelivered message is not a mistake
A breath too long to take
A minute too long to wait
Hold on to that minute
See a flash of old rules
Come hunting for new game

Sliding its way out
Snaking its way through
Chamdi left behind
A smirk left crawling
All over on the face of the phone
Dont go searching
For the snake inside
The snake is gone
He now has a new home

A Night Out for the Noise

Curfew's on the prowl
A beat constable silencing all
Stung by the loss of echoes
Cry the strunged out howls
Trains of expressions
Ground to a halt
In the barren bad lands
There are no No Smoking signs
Kid yourself with that makeup and design
The engine is going on a strike
Puffing out
Just before an encore
Keema paoed
Once more

The Played

Names dropping everywhere
Inflicted with adjectivitis
Chunks in the mouthful of vomit
Fragranced and packaged
Spitted out

Nailed to the boxes
Pushed to the corner
The active works on its principle
To bury the passive alive

Beneath the pile of boxes
A grave without an owner
The question holds a silent prayer
Invisible to the players

Happy Hours

The world goes for a drowning
Going in whiskyoing
Jiyo.Jiyo.Jiyo.
Cheerso.Prosto.Brothers.All calling

The door revolves for the sake of revolving
The dance is slow
A rhythm beating to the teardrop
Fuck the tear wheres the beer
Served cold chilled and sobered
Sedated with laughter
Dance is getting strong
3-4 and the 5th peg begs the question
The hook bows down to the song

Hours have come to an end
No front and no behind
No waiting.No baiting
Sweet as the last drop of this spilled wine
Tomorrow your doors will again open
In search of yet another soul
Quietly quite broken

Svāhā

Enters the smoke of horror
Talking stops shooting
Silence demonises metaphoring
Fire scavenges at the bottom
You don't want to smoke, Unsmoken?
Time bypassing who computes with the clouds
Bye passing time where are you going now
Practice makes Perfect.

Sweet art of mine
The performance is on
Long time ago
The music stopped playing
They are all talking
Silence is struggling
Struggling for a voice
Finds him lying,Talking
Lying dead in the noise

Con-uh-sure

Is the only piece of complete art for the expert managing to find only incomplete pieces, his clone?

Escaping

Tunnels too many on offer
Recoiling and choking
Can recoil no further
Faces were once calling
Was good your whistling
Only their drowning
Humming to the horizon
Nothings being the only somethings
Exclamation masking the question
Intensity of your vanity
LHS of depression and RHS of inspiration
Fighting for equality
The mirror feeds on reflection
Stranger strangering at the stranger
Taking turns on solipsistic sufferings
Tunnels in the background
The mirror wants to break down

Phiki Chai

Ek Samay.Ek lambi chadhai
Hosh.O Awaaz nahin
Jungle ki rah
Hamesha se joh beparwa

Ek dubli bhed sabse peeche
Gabrakar samne aayi
Josh toh mila
Shanti ki jab chita jalai
Kranti se immandari ki aas lagai
Dubli bhed.Socha na tha jisne kabhi garajne ko
Baadh mein behne ke baad yaad aaya kamsekam baraste toh
Aisi chadhai

Manzil ke paas
Chai ki yaad
Kursi apna dum dene ke liye dikhti hui
Biscuit ne chai mein doob marne ki kasam khai
Abey Homer teri aisi ki taisi tragedy
Meri chai
Doodh jyada,chini jyada aur patti kam aayi.

Boomerang

Smoked with the demons
The chillum with the hoodlums

Blading the bladders
Salivating at the spatters
Viscous red warmth
B negative cannot B positive

Track the moolah
Make the mind a nallah
Become a gandi nallah ka keeda

Laughter is the best medicine
Laughter laughs back
Laughs at itself
See your misery in the mockery

In the morning mantras
The devil is unbound
Turns his head around
When his tandav is on

Dam the damn demons
For whom the present tense makes no sense
Wallow, without your chillums

A midway foul cry
Fly now.Sky high
In the downward direction.Bye bye
Peek-a-boo.Souless soul
Tried calling you
To request you not to smoke
Wish you ran out of all your dope
Don't want the demons to be back

Lord,have their chillums fully stacked.

Slippery Slopes

............Not to hurt

.......................Not to be hurt

.....................................Not to love

................................................Not to be loved

Kalyug

Where the artists should feed off each other, instead they feed on each other.

Beautiful Viscious Circle of Hate

Make them hate you, without giving them any reason to. Let this become their reason,on which they cannot but feed on forever.

Ism of Alcohol

When alcohol becomes a crutch and you get beaten by it if you don't use it, to do or not to do does not remain to be a question, anymore.

A Foreigner

1st April,10
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Some places that speak to you
Saying were you not here before
What makes you come back
Don't you not belong here

Some places that ask
You were never here before
What makes you come now
What makes you think you belong here

Some places that don't speak to you
They speak amongst themselves in their own languages
The eyes speaking all to clearly though
You are different.We will treat you differently
You are a guest.How can you ever belong here

A place which seems to say
You are hanging without a root
Not nice seeing you get the boot
Sympathising is out of the question.Pity is an option
I could falsely assure you,to make you feel better
But its only right that I disappear
For you have become a foreigner and you will never belong here

(Pun-Death)* of Death

The ecstasy
The wild fantasies
The pleasure amidst all the pain
Knowing nothing went in vain
Remembering none of the advice said
Oh that indescribable feeling
When for the first time you are going to get laid.

Lights Out

6th March,10
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The light switch thought
Seems long I've been switched off
Feel the clear blue skies
But that stench below
Has it been so long that they've forgot
White light is all they need
White blinding light, all I need
To clear them out and make a fresh start
But wait.Let me figure it out
For I may decide to go ahead only with the first part.

Uncertainity Principle

Don't I believe that I'm good
Don't I not believe in myself
Don't you make me believe in you
Don't I believe that you are, too good.

Passing Time

2nd March,10
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Sometimes its just a reflection on me
Sometimes on what I want to be
Sometimes on what I could be
And sometimes on what I should and should not be
Sometimes.Sometimes

Circumstances.People.Society.World
All of you,sometimes
Have to go through these
I wonder still,sometimes
There seems to be no hurry for me
Must be good then,this illusion of free

Strictly Speaking

Only when inconvenient, can you prove to yourself whether you can stick to the principles you have led others and yourself to believe in. Needless to say, if the loophole of circumstances is to be used, you can might as well start rationalizing about mushroom clouds.

Curiosity Must Kill

27th Feb,10
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Nothing I wouldn't give to see
All of me floating out of me
Lest my demons and my deep dark unknowns become all too familiar to me
I'd rather not be groping in my sleep

But don't I also want to believe
That the one doing this to me
Be also the one who would gently explain me to me
And then,ofcourse, let me be
Let me become free

Jabardast(i) Limericks

20th Feb,10
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Mia sada bahar imandaar
Tumhe le baithe jaise koi uphaar
Toh kya hua ki hamari nayya doob gayi, chahte chhoot gayi
Sau baat ki bas ek baat rahi
Rehen jaaye bas iss pul ke paar

Attached, but Detached

The deeper you delve within yourself, the more you channelize inwards, you would soon realize you are becoming more of an observer of the ecosystem around you rather than being an active participant.

This would be the stage of partial detachment I believe.Being attached but also being detached.Or in still other words maybe, (from whatever little I understood reading some abstract Buddhist text - abstractness I'm thankful to for it helped me derive a meaning which I would want to believe in), realization of attachment being the foundation on which your sense of detachment would begin.

Partial detachment because at this stage you are still playing your part in the ecosystem.Performing actions and facing the consequences of your actions etc.But here is the qualitative difference.You are playing the part alright.But now you are also observing yourself play and being played.Those emotions that were generated where you yourself became that particular emotion,now you see a breathing soul experiencing such emotions.Your actions,their consequences,other's actions, their consequences - all these become superficial in the sense that whereas earlier they were the be all end all of your thought process and to which you developed and directed all your reactions, now seem to be no more than mere sense perceptions, so to say.As an outsider, now you don't simply react, but you go one level up in delving into circumstances which lead you and others to behave in the way you and they do, and what you see in terms of actions,reactions,consequences become mere external manifestations of the ever invisible, ever dynamic workings of the human mind.

Once this level of consciousness seeps in, although you still remain an actor wondering what is going on and who the director of your movie is, you can allow yourself that degree of directorial flexibility in having multiple choices to choose from, so that you can, in your lifetime, not only hope for a happy ending, but also a frame by frame good quality scene.

Fill in the Blank

17th Feb,10
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A prof got confused between whether you performed,operated or conducted (or some such sort of thing) Euthanasia. Feeling a bit lost, I was thinking what the heck is she talking about.Didn't you celebrate Euthanasia?

Get Jiggy with It

17th Feb,10
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Just because you are good at it, doesn't mean that you would be liking it. In that case, all you can do is get jiggy with it.

Vultures

17th Feb,10
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The moment I start thinking how to stop being manipulated by you, I'm already planning how I will be manipulating you.

Gentlemen

15th Feb,10
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Capitalist: Arrey Bhai, isme tera mera ki kya baat hai,sab toh mera hi hai.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Communist: Mera nahin toh na sahin, lekin tera toh bilkul nahin.

Happy Valentine's Day

15th Feb,10
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Infidelity ki khao goli
Thoko ekdum khulle aam
Ram Rahim ki nahin hai banti
Kyoon hai inke gote jaam
Jab mia beech se uthte hai
Bas Nike ki baat sunte hai
Pyaar Ishq ke dhakosle
Iske karein baad mein faisle
Jab faisla karne ka time has come
Then start again at line no. 1
Bas itna chota sa paigam
Ab jaake japlo Ram-naam.

Self - Governance

10 Feb,10
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Patience as a virtue is criminal unless one gets a uniform rule for these questions - Patience with what,for what and ,most importantly, for whom.

Double Folly

So long as Education is time bound and duty bound, there will be human machines always running against time.

Greed

7th Feb,10
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While I go about my business,I realize the sun is trying to seek my attention.As it sets away, I'm made to understand it is having a pretty good time now that it has my company.At final glimpse, it asks whether I can be there when it is rising as well.Since I do not want to hurt its feelings,I do not let it know that now that's being greedy.

Aage Badho

31st Jan,10
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Prostitution should not just be made legal,it should be made aspirational.

Vanity

28th Jan ,10
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Fascinated by machines.Fancy owning the manchines - vanity
Anger.Anger directed at whatever - vanity
Insecurity.Packing insecurities and sending them up above - vanity
Deprivation.Celebrating it as a virtue - vanity
Modern science and ancient wisdom.Prejudice for one over the other - vanity
Forgiving.To say that you forget - vanity
Writing.Wanting to be read - vanity*
Blood.Negating blood with blood - vanity
Inhibitions up.Hoping that defence mechanisms are down - vanity
Unique in self.Believing to be unique amongst others - vanity
Seeing that one thing is and not believing that everything is - that is vanity.

For the Governmental Types

28th Jan,10
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There are no shortcuts to success, precisely because the road is a minefield of man-made hurdles.

Before we must disagree, you must decide whether or not you consider breathing as a success.

Long Distance Relationship

28th Jan,10
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You do your duty, but you don't get to enjoy your rights. :)