Sleeping with the TV on

Dreaming on the dreams by gone

Staying right with you..

The bottle lies rolling there…

Quite a lot of smoky air…

My heavy heart’s throbbing there...

Did you know…how I feel for you..

Did  you know…how I keep missing you..

If ..you don’t know..please try to know…

Send me postcards from your heart

Let us make a second start..

But where on Earth are you..

Sitting on an electric chair…

Thought I saw you somewhere there

Vanish in the air..

Did you see..what you’ve done to me..

Did you see…where you should have to be..

If..you can’t see..please try to see

As I take a stroll down the memory lane

I as a Tarzan Boy..and you plane Jane..

When I had no one else but you…

And love is the best thing that I could do…

Work work all the time…

Workaholic as I am..

Working wits out for you..

Standing by the fireplace

Kiss you right on your face

There is love all over the place..

Did you feel…whatI wanted you to feel

Did you feel…what you wanted me to feel..

If..you can’t feel..please try to feel

Postcards scattered on the floor…

Bottle empty..none to pour..

Where is the pain killer…

Cut is running deep inside

There is no one to confide…

Silly words are by my side…

Can you find...the words that make some sense

Can you find…words with some difference

If..you can’t find..please find for me

I have some feelings …I can’t explain                                       

Share my thoughts no one can share…                                      

In the speeding world’s by lane                                                 

 This world is good this world is fine..                                        

But this world of mine…is just not mine..                         

I fail to speak…with my crowded head                             

Take a deep breath and sigh instead                                   

As I know my words have no meaning..                          

I stay quiet..when I should be screaming                       

The door is locked…and I have thrown the key                              

On the other side there is misery                                                     

And there is misery on this side too…                                            

The door  can boast of it’s rudiment                                                    

A division that is just not existent                                                      

There is nothing to diffuse                                                                  

No feelings to effuse…                                                                       

Dividing nothing by nothing…                                                    

Infinite thoughts of bickering                                                            

But I need to talk..whatever it means                                               

Words are there in the Human genes                                                  

And we are all hear to sell….                                                           

Sell a crate of amusing fears                                                        

Sell a barrel of crocodile tears                                                           

With a hope to sell all your self derivative                                       

To an integral source of superlatives                                               

To a complrx function that sold our world                           

And the limiting factor ..is  just a loose word                       

I am trying to find a logical way…                                    

To correlate all experiences through out the day            

To make a probability peak  to decide what to say         

I’ve taken the samples of what others have said            

To find  the mode of thoughts was mean instead          

All frequencies are out of phase…                                 

As I stand at rest and hear amazed                              

At the Doppler Effect of the whizzing race                

Eureka ! Was what Archimedes yelled

The buoyant force of my life had swelled

Equal to the weight of my tears that overspilled

In the bathtub of my thoughts,,in which I float

A Magdeberg Hemisphere pulled by a bunch of goats

Yes I know I am Blunt…and You’re Beautiful

All the thrust you invoke on an unit area

Is the Pressure you have applied on your career

The measure of a man..the manometer

Dalton picked me like a tired particle

And so by Einstein’s famous article

I need to move at the speed of light

I will have no mass and I’ll feel so light

I’ll be all energy..that no one could  fight

E equals MC square

Hat’s off old man..the world will swear

We need to move ahead at this lightning speed

Energy is the source of all we need

But who can forget Gravity

The apple of Newton’s trinity

Calculus ..remember that lump in you..

The rainbow that dispersed from the light in you

Same light… same speed…the photonic you

Where you have split yourself in two

Like a wave with all those crests and troughs

Or like that supercharged particle,who’s had enough

Searching for the finish line in Brownian Motion

Heisenberg ..Heisenberg..hats off to you

Uncertainity Principle is suited for humans too

A central soul and a cloud of paths

Of Electronic thoughts…and our thoughts of wrath

And Auf Bau seems to top it all

Since no two thoughts stay together at all

You may or may not have clarity

That’s my Theory  Of Relativity

Slow down..oh you crazy minds..

Do stop for a while if you wish to be kind..

To yourself..and ask what are you racing for..?

Did you get what you had once started for..

Or you have to race a few more miles to score…

Before you go and sleep off the nights you couldn’t sleep

What’s the hurry,you don’t have the time to smile

Take your phone off the ear,close your eyes for a while

And feel what you gained all the while in your decade long exile

 Two thousand miles away,,the roads you once tread…

Are quite the same ….and the skies above are just that royal blue

Close your eyes and hear that beckoning song…

The song that you haven’t heard for sometime quite long…

As you are on the run,for whom?you have no clue…

But you will not believe..somebody waits for you

Slow down..you won’t be late…

You are running around for your want to be great..

Some money and some time is there now on your side

And don’t you know that only fools are satisfied

There is too much to do ..with twenty four hours in a day..

With a galloping heart and a panting mind of dismay

Running much ahead of your self,to get hold of the Sun

Forgot why you ran in the first place..all out of turn

And then you get something and just grow old

To meet the man to whom your world  was sold..

And just two thousand miles away..the roads you once tread..

Are quite the same..and skies above are just that royal blue

Close your eyes and hear that beckoning song…

The song that you haven’t heard for sometime quite long…

As you are on the run,for whom?you have no clue…

When will  you realize…someone waits for you..

The Power Of Your Dream

Dream On ! Keep dreaming all your life..

And try to live but an inch of your dream..

Hoping for a mile of it will come true..

As you feel like a hopefull monkey..

Climbing the greased pole….climbing a foot..

Slipping a half of it…inching to the top..

Which seems quite a few miles away…

And dear sweet time keeps dripping away…

Like water dripping through the fingers of your cupped hands

And …suddenly one day it is all too late…

You want to do everything,and the world will laugh…

As they do ,when they see a lunatic on the street…

You ought to be a vegetable of your choice my friend…

Rotting somewhere in the corner of your soul’s mind…

Till the blessed soul is kind enough..to pick you up..

And say goodbye… after dumping you live in an incinerator..

But for now..keep breaking your head ..

In the hope to break the stone..kept in front of you..

As a funny song on your mobile phone..

Makes you shift your battered head…

To look at the mirror …with absolute horror..

The child has grown..the dream has gone..

A bottle of evil spirit…is all you have..

To douse the flames of pain…and put you to sleep..

As you keep bleeding to death and your cut runs deep.

You gasp a while and start to run..

And you’re running for a deep rooted need.,,

And then after running a few blind miles…

You wonder why you ran that far…because..

You’ve forgotten the need that was so deep rooted..

But you can’t stop and pretend to be satisfied…

Because you are no idiot and neither an fool..

So start dreaming again..dream on in miles…

And try to live but an inch of your dream….

As now you know that’s what we are all dreaming of….

THE ROMANTIC FEELING

Feeling romantic is quite a strange feeling

A feeling that really has no meaning

A feeling aroused by the spark of passion

That grows like fire and engulfs your emotions

Till you feel a partial end has come..

To an infinite craving..which appeared like a storm..

Of  deep seated desires..and left behind absolutely nothing..

But for a little more craving…

For the same old pleasure or pain..

As we scamper towards a mirage like goal in vain

Our mind is consumed by these distant targets

Which we want to shedoff but just can’t forget

As these impossible thoughts keep knocking

Deep within our subconscious self

We feel the pain but just can’t help

We feel the pleasure one simply can’t share

But can cherish and treasure for a few moments in life

In vivid fantasies of our romantic strifes

It is all up there within our minds

A romantic feeling …it’s truly unkind

It kisses and flogs your heart and senses

It breaks through all your mental defences

The craving remains etched forever

As you stride ahead an inch nearer to nowhere

But somewhere in the mind

In a romantic love state that is blind

Making love to your stars on the silver screen

As you kiss their lips and feel their skin

You may waltz with the moon..or challenge death

Or converse with God..to keep the faith

To be the earthy fragrance of moist soil

Or to be the sensuous perfume of some scented oil

Or to be the lifeless oil itself..that gives the glow

To some soft fair skin..a desire for another sin..

 You may want to feel the pain,which others have felt

Go through the same emotions somebody else has dealt

You may cling to your sweetheart pillow and cry all night

You may want to break a wall with all your might

You may be a rock star in a barren piece of land

You may not have a guitar and you may not have a band

You may love someone you will never see

But will be in love with the imageries of  facial glee

As I scribble down the thoughts ..the verses don’t come

In my turgid heart ..I feel lonsome

I may have whatever I want

But I still don’t have that something that haunts..

Me…over and over again

Like a poem or a song that has no end

LITTLE BY LITTLE

Little by little…,life turns around…

Moments pass by like a ticking sound

                             So much happening all at the sametime..

                        Getting unnoticed ..yet spreading like grapevine

                          How can we undo the things that we have done

        Our world turns slowly around a blazing Sun

Little by little …a child grows up..

Wondering when he will be getting older…

As he counts the days to his next birthday..

His next goal seems a mile long inch away..

So near yet that distant length of dismay

Running around…to be the next in turn..

As the world turns slowly around a blazing Sun

Little by little…..I have had some feelings

Scarlet red was the heart full of meanings

But the meanings meant nothing…whatever it meant

Prodigal time was that all I had spent

But for now I guess my meaningful thoughts have begun

As my world keeps turning around the blazing Sun

Little by little…I’ve tried to write out my feelings

I couldn’t define my life and it’s dealings

I have tried to laugh, but I couldn’t weep

There’s such less time yet so much go reap

The same old story seems to have just begun

As our world turns around the blazing Sun

Little by little…folks are turning away..

They don’t want to share when I’m in dismay..

On the turning away..they do realize

How they’ve been ignored by me in disguise

It doesn’t matter if it was me after all

The Sun is big and the world is too small

Wonder where did they gain,wonder what was the fun

As our world turns on around the blazing Sun

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING….

In the lonely bliss of solitude…

I look upto the troubled sky

And try to remember a day

Far..Far…away

In the oblivion on my inner self

With portions of recollections

And wishful imageries of my subconscious mind

And ..I suddenly seem to realize

That quite a bit of me is still unused…

Somewhere..my mind is still unamused..

My energies are yet to be depleted..

Some subconscious goals still remain uncompleted..

Till now my life seems to be …

Yet another un-integrated  story..

Written by a classic imperfect author..

Without a plan or a thought of splendour

Remembrances of which flash up in patches

Like a lightening flash ripping the darkness to light..

For a fraction of a second..

They often come in the murky haze of obscurity..

And sometimes emphatically etched..

On my dust laden mental archives.

I try to remember the first thought..

Eversince I was born…

As I look into the eyes of my infant child..

Blabbering meaningful thoughts and illusions..

Beyond my threshold of comprehensions..

Caught in the labyrinth of her bitter sweet imagery

Trying to express no one could decipher

Yet can have a glimmer of her feelings..

That of pain,hunger,mirth and the need for sleep.

No conclusions or inferences I’d need to make

The painting of my life so far…

Is too dynamic to be framed…

Too many experiences to be written

A plethora of of situations worth remembering…

And forgotten the next instant..

In case you wish to take a plunge into me

Take a look at the little world within me..

Don’t touch ,don’t hold,but just feel for me..

From the oblivious miles…

But why would you care..?

Since it is all there within you

Very similarly as it is within me…!

I may not be remembered

And maybe you will..

It all depends upon one’s expressive skills

We talk,we touch,we hit,we live

But the feeling of love is not what we can give

Apart from ourselves….And to those people,

Whom we swear to love today…

Since today is a time for pleasure..

And if tomorrow comes..it might be a day..

Where promises are meant to be broken..

Pebbles of petrified soft feelings needs to be shaken

For the feelings of disarray to fall in place..

Before it’s time to move on..it;s time to race