Wednesday, December 30, 2009


267 posts and 3 years.

the fire to write has turned into droopy eyes that refuse to look at the computer screen.
I need to be alcoholic again.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Worn out.

Like never before.
Feels like i am getting older.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

One time again.

little tones from mobile phone
runs to ears one time again
when the day gives way
to the dark of night
The memory still holds
I am still feeling the voice
but vague, obscured and dark
And i dont miss a thing.
Let the train roll on
with new people on board
May be thats the way
the train likes to roll.


I have just completely lost interest in doing something which i passionately did till 12 hours before.
Things can change, fast.

Friday, December 11, 2009

of Gods and Men.

I still refuse to believe in God.

They say "he" sent us to earth with a "free" mind..
And expect us to pray to him.

And if there is a "he" god, there has to be a "she" god, and they must be having children too. Yes, like in the Hindu concepts.

Christianity doesnt have a "she" god. Poor "he" god.

Whatever the religion be, Gods have anger, emotions, and empathy. They will take care of you if you pray.

And yes, they are happy if they get money.
Greedy, Greedy gods.. they have the whole universe with them, and they still need the money from us to give us some favour in return !!!

We are all the sons of Gods..

I dont want parents who refuse to come to me in person.

ps: Yes, believers are like sheep, as they say. Blind to the world, and not able to think in themselves, and yes, following a book, which was written by a good novelist years back.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

That one last string.

That one last string that
hold the tent, was broken.
From the other side.
The tent is down.
It no more accepts occupants.

The house that Jack built.

I'm Building a house
and I changed the plans

Removed them windows
and left just one door

Thin wooden walls
and one single room

I aint cookin anything
I dont need a kitchen

I will remain naked
inside, the the comfort of the dark

You dont have to drill the hole
to peek me in the nude

knock, and I shall open the door
and you can see me naked.

Monday, December 07, 2009

That simple refusal.

Parents refuse to believe that their kids are human beings with a brain of their own with a mind of their own.
They also refuse to believe that whatever wrong the kids do, they have learnt from the parents themselves.

Friday, December 04, 2009


The lady on the street shouted at an insane man, for not following the rules.
Time to redefine insanity.


I have stopped asking.
It doesnt work that way.

The window and the glass.

Broken, by a ball.
But what clue did the little kid had
About how precious the glass was.
None is to be blamed.
After all, it was me, who wanted a glass on the window.