How many times have I crossed this corner
How many times have I lost my way
How many times that single lamppost has been my guide
How many times have I kicked that pebble in my way
How many times have I ignored my ignorance
How many times have I moved in viscous circle
of acknowledgments and ignorance
How many times have I blamed my past
While being blind to the steps I am taking
How many times have I crossed this corner
Friday, December 21, 2007
nothing is lost
nothing is lost
Few lines up already
And few down
Few loaded inside
And few lost within
So many bruises and so many cuts
But not even one little scar to show
Dusty little alleys – ask for more
Those footsteps which are formed
And lost within a small whisper of the wind
Unanswered questions or rather unasked
With heaps hidden and much lost in smoke
Fire that’s invisible to eye but felt miles across
Harm which is done
Though nothing is lost
And few down
Few loaded inside
And few lost within
So many bruises and so many cuts
But not even one little scar to show
Dusty little alleys – ask for more
Those footsteps which are formed
And lost within a small whisper of the wind
Unanswered questions or rather unasked
With heaps hidden and much lost in smoke
Fire that’s invisible to eye but felt miles across
Harm which is done
Though nothing is lost
A dead conscience- slaves of our own fears
07/10/07
Feelings Ignited Courtesy : The Dvd player trip
Auto ride
Sudhir Jakkal, Amit Jakkal, Mohit Sarkar ,Me and Auto Driver
8 people killed in a line by a blue line bus, People which were waiting to board this bus.
I have come across endless number of stories about the Blue line murder spree since last few months. Had decided to stop listening to news or read newspapers as I couldn’t think of anything better to avoid these news. But there’s no escape, just plain no escape it will hunt us down. But the question arises my mind is if its hunting few of us here, I am sure there must be more, why isn’t there anything igniting our politicians conscience – If they have one? Or we just have shut our eyes permanently – covered them by plain darkness. Accepting Ignorance is bliss and it suits us and as our world will continue. We are among the largest population and losing few here and there are actually a help in disguise.
We should award these drivers to help in the increase of death rate?! Its more likely to be a paid killing –kinda mafia thing; we are sacred of Blue Line as much as were of Mafia.
There’s more to it, as we aren’t doing much to take these drivers off the roads- these accident prone drivers (cold blooded murders) are killing and then taking off the possessions of the deceased. Well yes, true as well to think of what help can be a watch or wallet be to the deceased, rather just off load the heaviness. Kill, Steal and Run- none of the three P’s would be of any obstruction. The Three Grand P’s – Politicians, Police and Public. We are just too busy in our own sweet world, let us stay here forever.
We will fill our pockets, we will torture the underprivileged and the simple, we will turn our backs to it but yes we won’t forget to crib.
Well my friend, maybe this cribbing might raise few questions and later that questions might help in evolution of a revolt – I just hope it doesn’t take us another 400 years being slaves- Slaves of our corruption; Slaves of our own fears.
Feelings Ignited Courtesy : The Dvd player trip
Auto ride
Sudhir Jakkal, Amit Jakkal, Mohit Sarkar ,Me and Auto Driver
8 people killed in a line by a blue line bus, People which were waiting to board this bus.
I have come across endless number of stories about the Blue line murder spree since last few months. Had decided to stop listening to news or read newspapers as I couldn’t think of anything better to avoid these news. But there’s no escape, just plain no escape it will hunt us down. But the question arises my mind is if its hunting few of us here, I am sure there must be more, why isn’t there anything igniting our politicians conscience – If they have one? Or we just have shut our eyes permanently – covered them by plain darkness. Accepting Ignorance is bliss and it suits us and as our world will continue. We are among the largest population and losing few here and there are actually a help in disguise.
We should award these drivers to help in the increase of death rate?! Its more likely to be a paid killing –kinda mafia thing; we are sacred of Blue Line as much as were of Mafia.
There’s more to it, as we aren’t doing much to take these drivers off the roads- these accident prone drivers (cold blooded murders) are killing and then taking off the possessions of the deceased. Well yes, true as well to think of what help can be a watch or wallet be to the deceased, rather just off load the heaviness. Kill, Steal and Run- none of the three P’s would be of any obstruction. The Three Grand P’s – Politicians, Police and Public. We are just too busy in our own sweet world, let us stay here forever.
We will fill our pockets, we will torture the underprivileged and the simple, we will turn our backs to it but yes we won’t forget to crib.
Well my friend, maybe this cribbing might raise few questions and later that questions might help in evolution of a revolt – I just hope it doesn’t take us another 400 years being slaves- Slaves of our corruption; Slaves of our own fears.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
So much to realize and so much to liberate!!!
No it’s just not family and friends
No it’s just not the fragrance of hot earth blessed with rain drops
No it’s just not the India Pakistan cricket match
No it’s just not the celebrations of all festivals
No it’s just not the simplicity, but the complexity together.
That’s yearned for
It’s from the tea stalls at the road to the different markets
From the pedestrians crossing to the driving habits
From the illegal constructions to mansions
From the punctuality to Indian standard timings
From the white that stands for sadness to purity
From the simple dosage of colours to its extreme burst
From the hardwork of people to their sheer laziness
From the hardcore bravery to hardcore corruption
From the vast beliefs which will take ages to comprehend
To simple blind faith
From a vast culture to a culture to dismiss all
From being in a crowd to being lost and alone thru out
Even a weather change is introduced by a fragrance
the fragrance , the taste , the touch , the vision , the voice
No particular definition, but a feeling
This can be nothing more than HOME
And there can be nothing else more than home.
No it’s just not family and friends
No it’s just not the fragrance of hot earth blessed with rain drops
No it’s just not the India Pakistan cricket match
No it’s just not the celebrations of all festivals
No it’s just not the simplicity, but the complexity together.
That’s yearned for
It’s from the tea stalls at the road to the different markets
From the pedestrians crossing to the driving habits
From the illegal constructions to mansions
From the punctuality to Indian standard timings
From the white that stands for sadness to purity
From the simple dosage of colours to its extreme burst
From the hardwork of people to their sheer laziness
From the hardcore bravery to hardcore corruption
From the vast beliefs which will take ages to comprehend
To simple blind faith
From a vast culture to a culture to dismiss all
From being in a crowd to being lost and alone thru out
Even a weather change is introduced by a fragrance
the fragrance , the taste , the touch , the vision , the voice
No particular definition, but a feeling
This can be nothing more than HOME
And there can be nothing else more than home.
breath in my own country
Breath in my own country!!!
It seemed idiotic the idea that pondered my mind after the movie.
How melodramatic a story can be?
How much can they stretch a casual feeling?
The story about people traveling countries and being homesick
Funny enough----
Breath in my own country
Became my own story!!!
How I missed the fragrance of rain teasing hot earth,
How I longed for more trees
How I longed for those funny moments
when cows and donkey join you in middle of the road.
How I missed the traffic jams that’s created by just two people talking
Breath in my own country,
The four walls that gives peace
The embrace that provides
The ultimate definition of love and protection
The damaged road, even on being astray feels secure
My Breath
In my own country………
Thursday, September 13, 2007
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