Bad Horse

vociferous hungering and vivid illusions,
can't feed the soul, can't delude the brain
but i'm trying,
while tired and weary, sitting by the road,
trying to fill the hole, trying to fire a spark
i wish i was dying.

Is there no hope ?

Burning flesh, and molten bone
golden like the setting sun,
solid like the mountain stone,
they excite.
A passionately performed ritual,
and the conversation residual,
as the carrion feast,
why ignite ?

All we need is dope ?

Some whispered words, with melody too
don't bring you nearer, unless sung by anew,
my love.
As i disappear into the background, 
dont get noticed by anyone around,
i see flames, games
like dancing on a stove.

I guess there is no scope.

Now return, to where it had begun,
the dark cave, my shallow grave.
Silence.
No words uttered, no swear words muttered
My lungs compressed, waiting to burst.
Violence.

Bring me some rope.

Six feet from the edge

And I'm down to one last breath.. 

Is it strange that I write while listening to songs ? Is it easier to speak to oneself in these quiet lonely moments, while the brain is lulled into a deluded state.

Is life an avalanche.. An unfathomable uncontrollable flow.. Am i just in for the ride. 

Vocabulary weak, struggling to speak. Where is the voice now ? Tell me what I am, what to do. what to say. Gollum. Consume me once more, I call to you

I need it on loop though. The music stops and so does the world. I enter a strange horrible new land. Cold and dull. No country for old men. 

What a horrible movie. I couldn't bare 30 mins. Naked it was.. 

You trained me well. I can't write about real things anymore. 

Anyway the music is back. And I guess my cryptic lines will veil reality well enough, only until the veil is lifted.

Time's running out, and it seems, all roads lead further away from my imagined destination. 
Except the narrow one. It seems to loop in strange confusing ways, but far in the distance i can see it leads to an eventuality. A singular among singulars. Yet whenever i try to get onto this causeway, it seem to shift. Or maybe it is me that missteps. The ground keeps moving under my feet, so it is hard to tell.

Is six feet, really that far down ? Maybe one day i shall choose to fall. Purpose seems to lead me down the road to nowhere, even though i dont have any. Maybe finally, i shall do something with purpose. Or maybe it will be a mistake. I could trip. The ground doesnt stop moving. Easy to trip.

Can the brain exist without the body ? Maybe that is the key. Rather than find out how to solve global warming or go to other planets. Do I split sentences in uncomfortable postitions. That is an exercise for the reader.

Time to Accept. My parallel existence demands my attention. Creed calls. Scott prays. Comfortable is this place. Warm. Still no purpose. 

Summer Rain

She is torrid, like a tornado.
You are calm, like the eye of a storm.

Animal

Chaotically, we lay down. 

Incoherent words, wandering minds, we begin our dance. 

Words complement, thoughts meld, our bodies calling to each other. 

Gentle touches, caresses. 

Lips meet fleetingly, only to sometimes stay for while before moving on. 

A passionate kiss, somethings that are amiss. 

Insecurities, firm gorgeous tits, beautiful brown-black eyes.

Hearts are beating faster. In sync now. Faster.

A feeling. 

My body tenses up, heart racing, adrenaline pumping. 

Only two emotions cause this state of being, the tiger ready to pounce, and the deer sensing the hunter. 

Finally, both are the same. Readiness.

Shy away from it you may, but i embrace it. 

Primitive, uncontrollable, the nature of it, synchronous motion, the dance. Automatic, instinctive. 

Do not control it, do not let your mind speak when your heart is asking to be followed.

Set it free. 

When you cage an animal, will it not struggle, rage, and weep. 

Will it ever get any sleep? 

 

And they give this one word. Horny. That's it. 

Astronomy

These days (April end) I am up at 4 am often staring up at the night sky. And each time, I can only keep staring. Because at 4am you can see, the milky way.

The milky way. Why is our galaxy named that ? Because of this singular visual that we can see. At 4am on an april night.

Sagittarius.

As a child I have always known the constellation of scorpio, since the day my dad showed it to me for the first time, it has always been one of the most recognizable shapes for me in the night sky.

An umbrella shaped beast, is scorpio. Through my life, I have always recognized, and looked for scorpio in the night sky.

But these days, at 4am, I am distracted by something else. Just east of scorpio, there is always a cloud. A dim white cloud that stretches north to south across the sky. If you didn't know what it was, you would probably ignore it.

That my friends, is not a cloud. That is the milky way. Staring into sagittarius, looking towards the center of the galaxy. The number of stars is mind numbing. So many, that you cant tell one from the other. That they merge into one large cloud, until you try to discern them individually.

Everyone should spend 10 mins of their lives staring into this full nothingness. Thus, is philosophy born.

These images show scorpio, and the milky way behind it. Of course the visual from bombay is not as beautiful, but still clear enough.

What is Anonymous? Anoynmous is not a group, it is not a person. It is an idea. Specifically it is the idea, that all of us deserve FREEDOM.

Freedom of thought, of speech, of expression, of knowledge, of belief.
The Freedom to determine the course and destination of our own lifes.
If your share this IDEA, THAN YOU ARE ANONYMOUS.
You have likely heard many things about Anonymous, some of them are true and some of them are not.
We are not hackers.
We are not terrorists.
We are not violent.
We are citizens of the world who bear witness to tyranny, oppression and censorship.
We are activists who seek to change the system and the cycle of corruption.
We seek to create transparency in governments and all institutions of public service.
We resist those who seek to violate our rights as human beings.
As a collective of autonomous individuals however,
WE HAVE NO LEADERS who dictate the methods of resistance.
Some of us are indeed hackers, who use our skills to make critical information available to the public.
Some of us organize protests and rallies.
Some of us volunteer our time to feed those who can’t feed themselves.
We are your neighbours, your friends, and your relatives.
We prepare your food, repair your appliances, write your books, compose your music, and create your technology.
We are your postal workers, barbers, store clerks and lawyers.
We are socialists, capitalists, we are atheists and we are religious, WE ARE EVERYONE
and we are no one.

NONE OF US ARE AS POWERFUL AS ALL OF US.

United as One,
Divided by Zero.
WE ARE ANONYMOUS.
We are Legion.
We are not alone.
We are not afraid.
Watch for us.

The Scientist

yo,

all good.

Delhi has big roads.

Noida has dust, lots of dust.

CP has good pubs, One in particular called the blues, is awesome, caught a live gig there. i s

I saw rajghat. Good place to sleep on the grass. The president's house and the parliament were more awe inspiring, and dis-heartening at what the state of the country is.

Nowadays Delhi seems to be Go Aam aadmi party. Arvind Kejriwal roams the streets like a prince dressed as a commoner. 

With the moustache he looks like one to. I don't think chicks will vote for him. The cool kids will, yet, just to be cool. The poor might. 

Chincas are imba, they are born musicians. Every band has a chinca these days. 

Sardars are dumb man. But atleast they're funny. Sardarnis are not even funny. Black haired blondes.

I get lost on the highways riding my bike. And reach random places. 

Because highways are fucked up things, you can't just turn around and head back. 

You gotta keep on goin'

Weed is omnipresent in Delhi. Atleast this side of town. I don't know if it's prominent within the cool kids, but if you walk on the streets, you can smell it, all the time. 

I got drunk during my office party and told my boss that his company sucks and that im going to leave.

Good thing he left before me.

I heard it rained in Bombay, and that the weather is cool in Bangalore. I think I'll move. Pune is brilliant in the rains as well. I think I'll move.

Or maybe go climb mountains.

No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry.

Atleast I have a star studded sunset.