The smell of summer drifts with the breeze. The clouds shiver in the sky as they part before the moon. The moon, half crystal ball and half midnight, and I alone beneath your lovers blush. I wonder if there’s anyone else like me in some other part of the world, looking up and wondering if there’s anyone like her. And far below, further than my eye can see the sun waits patiently as I stumble towards dawn. Lights, an offering to the sun by idolizing its power. Yet they fall so short of the mighty sun. A stream of light and the slightly flickering one that drives by everyone else. The night sky reflected in darkness, as if swallowing the sea of stars. The rooftop spiraled into the sky as if to touch a star were its dream. And I on top of the world, as far as the eye can see.
The darkness was surging,
And somehow merging
With her long silken hair.
Goodbye. I won’t be there
Tomorrow, to kiss you awake.
I’m sorry, it was all a mistake.
In your house, you alone shine.
And I need a home I can call mine.
The road leads me, and I follow
Hoping the darkness will swallow
My shadow before dawn can break.
I’m sorry, it was all a mistake.
The winds didn’t whisper me back.
And the ground with no footsteps to track,
Every step taking me further from you.
I don't know where I'll go or what I'll do.
But forgive me. For our sake.
I’m sorry, it was all a mistake.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday Sky
Dear Sunday sky,
Goodbye.
It's time for us to part.
Time for us to start,
Going our separate way
But we shall meet someday
Not to long from now,
As fate chooses how,
Till then goodbye,
Dear Sunday sky.
Dear Sunday sky,
Goodbye.
I believe,
It's time for you to leave.
I wish we had more time,
But that'd be a crime
Against nature's laws.
Yet you could pause
And wave goodbye,
Dear Sunday sky.
Dear Sunday sky,
Goodbye.
If only you knew,
I was smiling cause of you.
Still smiling after you've gone,
Back to the world of the worn.
Before i look at the time once more,
And shut the verandah door,
For the last time, goodbye,
Dear Sunday sky.
Goodbye.
It's time for us to part.
Time for us to start,
Going our separate way
But we shall meet someday
Not to long from now,
As fate chooses how,
Till then goodbye,
Dear Sunday sky.
Dear Sunday sky,
Goodbye.
I believe,
It's time for you to leave.
I wish we had more time,
But that'd be a crime
Against nature's laws.
Yet you could pause
And wave goodbye,
Dear Sunday sky.
Dear Sunday sky,
Goodbye.
If only you knew,
I was smiling cause of you.
Still smiling after you've gone,
Back to the world of the worn.
Before i look at the time once more,
And shut the verandah door,
For the last time, goodbye,
Dear Sunday sky.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Untitled.
Your life might be a dark abyss,
But mine is kinda like this...
Daily routines , plans to make,
Mindless mugging, a silly mistake,
Finishing homework,promises to keep,
Reaching school half asleep.
Stealing tiffin, making calls,
Graffiti on the desks and walls.
Torn pockets,sleeping in class,
Making cog sheets, trying to pass.
Traffic jams, tuition everyday,
Lunch on the road, fees to pay.
Taking trips, ditching a friend,
Justifying the means by the end.
Sipping chai in a tea-stall,
Killing time, a missed call,
Calling back, feeling great,
Midnight conversations, sleeping late.
Getting high, bunking school,
Hitching rides, playing the fool.
Walking alone on an empty road,
Listening to music, movies to download,
Places to go, people to meet,
Freeloading, beef-steak to eat,
Books to return, notes to borrow,
I'll sit down to study sometime tomorrow.
But mine is kinda like this...
Daily routines , plans to make,
Mindless mugging, a silly mistake,
Finishing homework,promises to keep,
Reaching school half asleep.
Stealing tiffin, making calls,
Graffiti on the desks and walls.
Torn pockets,sleeping in class,
Making cog sheets, trying to pass.
Traffic jams, tuition everyday,
Lunch on the road, fees to pay.
Taking trips, ditching a friend,
Justifying the means by the end.
Sipping chai in a tea-stall,
Killing time, a missed call,
Calling back, feeling great,
Midnight conversations, sleeping late.
Getting high, bunking school,
Hitching rides, playing the fool.
Walking alone on an empty road,
Listening to music, movies to download,
Places to go, people to meet,
Freeloading, beef-steak to eat,
Books to return, notes to borrow,
I'll sit down to study sometime tomorrow.
Love at First Sight.
The air conditioner jittered on beside me, not allowing me to join even its conversation. A crowd of a hundred people gathered under one roof and no one seemed to notice me. Black jacket, tie and canvas shoes; I’d come dressed for a party. And there I was, all alone on the fringes of the party, waiting.
Black velvet dress, four inch heels, long open hair, and a smile that could break my heart. I’d ask you if you wanted a drink but my chair was the type that gets lonely easily. I’d ask you to dance but I was wearing left-foot shoes on both my feet. She smiled at everyone she met and I hoped she’d look at me and smile, even if by mistake. Her legs stitched through the crowd till she was out of sight.
Still trying to spot her I swayed on my chair when I caught a glimpse a red flash, then another. Her hips beat to the music as if those hips dictated the beat. Blonde curls jumped around her blue eyes and red lips. Her arms carelessly flowing through the air, she threw looks at the puddles of guys around her. I was too far for her to see, but I didn’t lose sight of her for a while.
White flowed of her shoulders like a dream forever, innocent eyes searching for a friend. Poised beautifully, you could almost touch the demure in her. Curled brown hair sits on her head as if a crown. So beautiful and innocent a girl you’d walk down a beach with, into the crimson sunset. It’d be enough just to kiss her hands and smile into her eyes. I would have gone and spoken to her but she was called away be her dotting parents.
Violet spandex finishing on her thighs, straps running around her back. Heels with straps circling her calves. Short midnight hair with purple streaks. She looked to her left, to her right, violet studs in her ears. Just before walking out again she looked straight at me and danced through the crowd towards me until lips were on mine. Cheers.
Black velvet dress, four inch heels, long open hair, and a smile that could break my heart. I’d ask you if you wanted a drink but my chair was the type that gets lonely easily. I’d ask you to dance but I was wearing left-foot shoes on both my feet. She smiled at everyone she met and I hoped she’d look at me and smile, even if by mistake. Her legs stitched through the crowd till she was out of sight.
Still trying to spot her I swayed on my chair when I caught a glimpse a red flash, then another. Her hips beat to the music as if those hips dictated the beat. Blonde curls jumped around her blue eyes and red lips. Her arms carelessly flowing through the air, she threw looks at the puddles of guys around her. I was too far for her to see, but I didn’t lose sight of her for a while.
White flowed of her shoulders like a dream forever, innocent eyes searching for a friend. Poised beautifully, you could almost touch the demure in her. Curled brown hair sits on her head as if a crown. So beautiful and innocent a girl you’d walk down a beach with, into the crimson sunset. It’d be enough just to kiss her hands and smile into her eyes. I would have gone and spoken to her but she was called away be her dotting parents.
Violet spandex finishing on her thighs, straps running around her back. Heels with straps circling her calves. Short midnight hair with purple streaks. She looked to her left, to her right, violet studs in her ears. Just before walking out again she looked straight at me and danced through the crowd towards me until lips were on mine. Cheers.
Friday, May 15, 2009
The Ranting Ranter.
Welcome, the carnival is now open if you'll please give me your souls I can let you enter the realm of hell. Welcome one and all keep the line moving people; we have a lot of people to please, here at our carnival if you don't mind. Hello little girl what are you doing here. Aren’t you a little little for a place like this? O so it’s the lights is it, they are attractive aren't they?
Well come right in little girl. Make the most of all you have and by the way would you be so kind as to pay the admission fees, that being your soul and promising to accept eternal damnation. Well thank you and in you go. Have a nice time the rides look like lots of fun, don't they.
Welcome one and welcome all. We would have got a candy floss machine but bah they’re just not any fun so if you get hungry all you have to do is put you arm in and voila there's food at the other end. Impressive little thing isn't it? Well moving on we decided to make all the rides the same charge for your benefit. They all cost 50 lashes only. See you can save all that money you brought up here for later. Our first ride is the one where Murdock here, smashes your arm while Kendra heals it for you. The beautiful part being that they don’t stop till your arm is beyond repair, nothing more than pulp. I hope you've all pumped up and come. And that’s the big roller coaster that passes through a large expanse of the sky as you can see but what you can't see are the little devils up there waiting to scorch you as you singe by and to comfort you after that we have the ice dip. Yes that’s where you're submerged in water almost frozen for a minute. As for the really big tent there that’s where the lions perform. It’s very dull really they just run around and eat anyone that enters. As for this attraction, right here our specialty, well that’s a secret so step right in, I’m sure you won't forget it.
Now who is this tugging at my trousers? Yes little girl would you like a personal tour? No. why are you crying? O you didn't know that our carnival was like this, well that’s sad but don't worry you can leave after eternity. It’s not too long from now anyway. How do I know? Well it’s a secret but I’ll tell you all the same. When this place is full which it will be soon because of all the sinners, it'll fall apart and the sinners will attack the world causing complete chaos leading to the end of the world. Now don't worry little girl, we're almost there, till then enjoy the show.
Well come right in little girl. Make the most of all you have and by the way would you be so kind as to pay the admission fees, that being your soul and promising to accept eternal damnation. Well thank you and in you go. Have a nice time the rides look like lots of fun, don't they.
Welcome one and welcome all. We would have got a candy floss machine but bah they’re just not any fun so if you get hungry all you have to do is put you arm in and voila there's food at the other end. Impressive little thing isn't it? Well moving on we decided to make all the rides the same charge for your benefit. They all cost 50 lashes only. See you can save all that money you brought up here for later. Our first ride is the one where Murdock here, smashes your arm while Kendra heals it for you. The beautiful part being that they don’t stop till your arm is beyond repair, nothing more than pulp. I hope you've all pumped up and come. And that’s the big roller coaster that passes through a large expanse of the sky as you can see but what you can't see are the little devils up there waiting to scorch you as you singe by and to comfort you after that we have the ice dip. Yes that’s where you're submerged in water almost frozen for a minute. As for the really big tent there that’s where the lions perform. It’s very dull really they just run around and eat anyone that enters. As for this attraction, right here our specialty, well that’s a secret so step right in, I’m sure you won't forget it.
Now who is this tugging at my trousers? Yes little girl would you like a personal tour? No. why are you crying? O you didn't know that our carnival was like this, well that’s sad but don't worry you can leave after eternity. It’s not too long from now anyway. How do I know? Well it’s a secret but I’ll tell you all the same. When this place is full which it will be soon because of all the sinners, it'll fall apart and the sinners will attack the world causing complete chaos leading to the end of the world. Now don't worry little girl, we're almost there, till then enjoy the show.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
And I just wish you were still here
the enigma of my dreams,
a friend or so it seems,
not just a fried far more dear,
and i just wish you were still here.
even though you're a call away
i cant meet you even today
not just today but about a year
and i just wish you were still here.
there's so much inside my head
things that i haven't said
its like we're stuck on first gear
and i just wish you were still here.
even though we said we'd keep in touch
we don't seem to talk that much
a relationship about to fade or so i fear
and i just wish you were still here.
a friend or so it seems,
not just a fried far more dear,
and i just wish you were still here.
even though you're a call away
i cant meet you even today
not just today but about a year
and i just wish you were still here.
there's so much inside my head
things that i haven't said
its like we're stuck on first gear
and i just wish you were still here.
even though we said we'd keep in touch
we don't seem to talk that much
a relationship about to fade or so i fear
and i just wish you were still here.
The witch and the children.
there's a house made of chocolate,
candy, gum and vanilla swirls.
and there lives a witch and her pet
attracting little boys and girls.
she disguises herself as a princess
and invites children into her hut
who willingly enter the mess.
after which she locks the door shut.
once trapped she puts them in cages
where they realize that she's cheating.
and she makes the soup and gauges
if the boys are big enough for eating.
she drool's at the sight of their meat.
while the little girl runs and cooks,
to fatten up the boys for her to eat.
as she strokes her cat and looks.
she finds boys finger licking good
and the girls get continuous lickings
she does what any witch would
exploits children with her trickings.
so children be aware of such freaks,
never even go near their door.
they might just be pinching cheeks,
but are definitely looking for more.
candy, gum and vanilla swirls.
and there lives a witch and her pet
attracting little boys and girls.
she disguises herself as a princess
and invites children into her hut
who willingly enter the mess.
after which she locks the door shut.
once trapped she puts them in cages
where they realize that she's cheating.
and she makes the soup and gauges
if the boys are big enough for eating.
she drool's at the sight of their meat.
while the little girl runs and cooks,
to fatten up the boys for her to eat.
as she strokes her cat and looks.
she finds boys finger licking good
and the girls get continuous lickings
she does what any witch would
exploits children with her trickings.
so children be aware of such freaks,
never even go near their door.
they might just be pinching cheeks,
but are definitely looking for more.
Six
six notes, glide down the floor.
heads turn and the dancing slows.
six notes, bow down at the door,
a pause. and again the dancing flows.
six inch heels, brand new ferrari red.
heart shaped lips, cascading hair,
six shots down, a man is dead.
the dancing stops and now they stare.
six six six on her left breast,
the most powerful person in the room,
six bullets exit through his chest.
the bride has killed the groom.
heads turn and the dancing slows.
six notes, bow down at the door,
a pause. and again the dancing flows.
six inch heels, brand new ferrari red.
heart shaped lips, cascading hair,
six shots down, a man is dead.
the dancing stops and now they stare.
six six six on her left breast,
the most powerful person in the room,
six bullets exit through his chest.
the bride has killed the groom.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I ask out of curiosity.
why doesn't time go by slowly?
why does everything have to go by so fast?
why can't we see the future?
why do we contemplate on the past?
why do so many people need to lose,
for someone to win?
why does everyone have an excuse?
why is sloth considered a sin?
why are mothers always screaming?
why do we stop dreaming?
whats the difference between a dream and a nightmare?
why is life always considered unfair?
and just to make his parents proud,
why is a child pushed into a rat race?
and forced to become just another face,
that'll never stand out in a crowd...
why does everything have to go by so fast?
why can't we see the future?
why do we contemplate on the past?
why do so many people need to lose,
for someone to win?
why does everyone have an excuse?
why is sloth considered a sin?
why are mothers always screaming?
why do we stop dreaming?
whats the difference between a dream and a nightmare?
why is life always considered unfair?
and just to make his parents proud,
why is a child pushed into a rat race?
and forced to become just another face,
that'll never stand out in a crowd...
More to Red than Roses
two years ago there two brothers, adi and bhoomi. adi lived in kolkata and bhoomi was in america. the younger brother was in America earning big bucks while adi sat in his home town trying to whitewash a wall. trying to whitewash a red wall. but red runs deep and white can never wipe out red or so claimed my art teacher.
there's a revolution and the revolutionary has been exiled to a land of prosperity and riches. while his mentor struggles past his prime to cover tracks that run deep. dead silence, and then death itself. long ago, long lost, i don't miss you. all i lost was a dream while you ran away to plastic surgery and closet racism. you were a brother to me and you left me behind. i don't blame you, it wasn't your fault. its that i need someone to talk to, some to tell. a friend a brother any who'll understand, anyone who cares, forget me not. I'll leave but not alone for my legacy shall follow me into the dark.
3:30am, tuesday, april 7th.
two boys sneak into the party office. black merges into black as the whites of their eyes contrast with the surroundings. darkness, fear, prayer, courage, lights, capture. two boys still walk the streets of darkness in dark clothes but their aren't any party offices or hot meals at home. just a void a big one, a black one and you, lost forever. the mastermind the brother of a famous rebel, his name is adi. exiled for life, a death sentence was not even considered, cowardice. bhoomi goes deeper underground.
7:10pm, thursday, september 24th.
party activist jayanto bondopadhay son of a respected party leader shri shri L.M. bandee, found dead. the walls are changing colours in a para where i used to play cricket once. there are party symbols and graffiti on the walls still, but its more red than anything else. i've lost my star right arm spin bowler, my best friend, thirty six friends and a brother. i lost my brother to consumerism but point is that now he's gone, forever "once you go black you never go back". i miss you.
5:00pm, monday, july 12th.
both sides have suffered a lot. our hands are steeped in red but we will not let them change the colour of our heart. we are rebels till death, and this is the end my friend the end, this is the end. elections are coming arround and there's only one candidate.
sir,
i'm sorry, childhood dreams lead to a path astray. i don't hate you as much as i used to yesterday but my days are numbered and my dream to far from complete. i tried, but once when blood boils there is steam. i'm sorry i'm sure you'll find a way to forget me. the reason i write this letter is to tell you that you spared my brother and i will hate you forever for that. i would rather him dead than an automaton on your side. he was my hero and successor and you broke him. you are the greater man and i do not wish to compete hence i had your son dispatched before he could open his mouth. you have killed and so have i but atleast i admit to my crimes making me the hero of the people. you hide behind your tall walls and foreign sponsorships but mark my words death is a leveller. death comes to all and your days are numbered as well.
your shadow,
bhoomi.
3:30am tuesday, april 12th.
black merges with black. i've lost. the darkness surges in. it caresses me out. outside, light,capture. i miss you not my brother, tke care and one day you will remember the streets steeped with blood and party propaganda. cricket matches and childhood rivalry. you won and you lost. chose a path and hate yourself for it. cowards die more than once.
there's a revolution and the revolutionary has been exiled to a land of prosperity and riches. while his mentor struggles past his prime to cover tracks that run deep. dead silence, and then death itself. long ago, long lost, i don't miss you. all i lost was a dream while you ran away to plastic surgery and closet racism. you were a brother to me and you left me behind. i don't blame you, it wasn't your fault. its that i need someone to talk to, some to tell. a friend a brother any who'll understand, anyone who cares, forget me not. I'll leave but not alone for my legacy shall follow me into the dark.
3:30am, tuesday, april 7th.
two boys sneak into the party office. black merges into black as the whites of their eyes contrast with the surroundings. darkness, fear, prayer, courage, lights, capture. two boys still walk the streets of darkness in dark clothes but their aren't any party offices or hot meals at home. just a void a big one, a black one and you, lost forever. the mastermind the brother of a famous rebel, his name is adi. exiled for life, a death sentence was not even considered, cowardice. bhoomi goes deeper underground.
7:10pm, thursday, september 24th.
party activist jayanto bondopadhay son of a respected party leader shri shri L.M. bandee, found dead. the walls are changing colours in a para where i used to play cricket once. there are party symbols and graffiti on the walls still, but its more red than anything else. i've lost my star right arm spin bowler, my best friend, thirty six friends and a brother. i lost my brother to consumerism but point is that now he's gone, forever "once you go black you never go back". i miss you.
5:00pm, monday, july 12th.
both sides have suffered a lot. our hands are steeped in red but we will not let them change the colour of our heart. we are rebels till death, and this is the end my friend the end, this is the end. elections are coming arround and there's only one candidate.
sir,
i'm sorry, childhood dreams lead to a path astray. i don't hate you as much as i used to yesterday but my days are numbered and my dream to far from complete. i tried, but once when blood boils there is steam. i'm sorry i'm sure you'll find a way to forget me. the reason i write this letter is to tell you that you spared my brother and i will hate you forever for that. i would rather him dead than an automaton on your side. he was my hero and successor and you broke him. you are the greater man and i do not wish to compete hence i had your son dispatched before he could open his mouth. you have killed and so have i but atleast i admit to my crimes making me the hero of the people. you hide behind your tall walls and foreign sponsorships but mark my words death is a leveller. death comes to all and your days are numbered as well.
your shadow,
bhoomi.
3:30am tuesday, april 12th.
black merges with black. i've lost. the darkness surges in. it caresses me out. outside, light,capture. i miss you not my brother, tke care and one day you will remember the streets steeped with blood and party propaganda. cricket matches and childhood rivalry. you won and you lost. chose a path and hate yourself for it. cowards die more than once.
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