My Pug Marks

I look up, Expecting rain and shower, All I see is the sun's daunting power. I run fast, Trying to catch up, But fall and hurt myself, On a road that needs mending and patch up. I try to be good, As I was told that it is the best thing to do, But more than once, Something crazy turns me black and blue. I always try to help, But hey, can you get me that book from the shelf? I try to write, Troubling quite a few electrons in doing so, But what I say, Never quite went said. And I think I will write again, I live in this dread...

hushed screams morphed dreams. movement chaotic thoughts poetic. laziness around motionless crowd. feelings stifled And thoughts ...untitled.

O.K. We all loved Chak De India. It definitely was a taut script and who doesn't like to see the underdogs win? It also addressed almost all women issues, regional disparity and touched a little on religion bias too. And to those observant eyes, it also was an excellent surrogate marketing move(Aaj Tak, McDonald's, Puma, Ultra Tech...and one more which I leave for you to tell me ;) ) But on this so-much-hyped 60th Independence Day, all I am doing is sitting and typing a movie review to be posted on my blog. And yea, I changed my Orkut profile colors to suit that of the nation too. That is about it. Or is it? I have been insanely patriotic, or rather, chauvinistic in approach when it comes to India. My motherland India. I love to see the uniformed men, and they still manage to generate an awe, immaculately dressed and exercise fit. I love to salute the National Tricolor whenever I can. In fact, the only thing I liked about entering my college was the fluttering National Flag. Bu...

Thoughts churn in our brains at every instant. In everyone's mind, something or the other goes on. Right from the very instant one pops out of the womb crying to the breath one takes which turns out to be the last one taken. It is a misty hazy world, and the clearest conjunctions that could possibly exist in these mists come and go, without our knowledge, in our uncontrolled incessant thoughts. Thinking, is a naked and unfaltering display of our feelings. We can lie to our feelings. We can lie about our feelings. But not to the thought of those feelings. Am just sitting and doing nothing. Nothing.I am thinking...

In huge Arctic mists The tiny boat moves Open seas Frigid weather Chaos inner bound Thrilling silence around Din of cries, stormy chimes We are into The Frozen Myriad Times...

To catch a train, Rush in vain. To be the first, Unquenching thirst. Hoopla and hype, Yahoo and skype. Hurry and sweat, Nothing correct. Fast and furious, Unnecessarily curious. Race of a rat, As if chased by a cat. It is got to be this, But it goes like that. Aspirations uncensored, Emotions tonsured. Mind going mad, Everything a fad. We won't understand, Blink and restand. For all this? Opaque mist. Chaos prevails, Life; unending trail...