My Pug Marks

I don’t remember, What I have eternally forgotten. I don’t wipe tears in my mind, For I never want to forget their grind. I keep awake with my sleepy eyes, Pining for an unknown coveted prize. I move, just because I have to, Letting feelings sieve through. Clogged in time and cobbled in stone, Uncertainty eternally throned. Biting nails and chewing time, To feel again, what felt mine. Beyond harness is this thought, Which I always remember to have fought. But, What I don’t remember, Is what I have eternally forgotten.

[Taking the tag from Nikki...] Ah! Am I glad that we can plagiarize by just writing a line above? Well, yes I am. It is a nice thing to have this post, I am already ept at this stuff when it comes to talking, now the writing part.[am rubbing my hands together in excitement] Now I speak. You Listen. And carefully.[ I think stating things again adds weight to it.] i think i-phone rocks. Whether you have a utility of it or not, is immaterial. I like my office, better than my college atleast. I admire Rowan Atkinson. He is FUNNY.[Go watch Johnny English.].Shahrukh Khan is the most self-obsessed Bollywood actor I have seen.[And he shows that openly in most of his movies]. Pierce Brosnan rocks in his movies. Water is one of my favourite food. I like to buy costly things, not for show off but the feel that it gives you. Most people add more shit to this world in the name of religion. I hate it. I loved reading 1984 by Orwell and The Goal by Eliyahu M Goldratt among other books. I hate the ide...

Cool blue. Reddish hue. Sunlit delight. Despicable plight. Black n White. Greyed fright. T e x t u r e s galore. Mundane n bore. Cribbing child. Mature glide. Promiscuous whore. Love - pure. Shaken faith. Precise lathe. Cacophonous screech. Eloquent speech. Plotted treason. Spring season. Antartic cold. Hawaii mould. Oh, what to write... What to write?

I was lost, Watching at the gleam sun cast on water As the shadows deepened, I almost realized Is it already night? I was reading a book, Loving every page of it And every word took me to a new world, Of Angels and Demons And Witches and Muggles, A point then clicked Is it already the last page I flipped? I boarded the Metro, Sitting idle Watching people come and go, At every station With the same familiar noises, Same gung ho A female voice gave an explanation, Is it already the last station? I was sleeping tight, With all nightly noises doing their rounds The cricket, Far away music from a marriage, or an occasional cab, From under the cosy blanket I looked at the window, Chuckling loud, a bird had flown And I thought... Is it already dawn? There is so much more, To think and pour All that is fine, But, it is already time. Isn't it?

Ramesh told Lord Ram, I am a good Hindu I pray to thee And abide by your rules. For a 'Ram Rajya' I'll do anything they say. I even burnt that Muslim man, Who prayed in the mosque in your land. I promise you my Lord Ram, I'll even kill a Hindu, If he even touches the Ram-setu. I am your true disciple O My Lord... Tell me I am... And Lord Ram just looked at him... Asif told Allah, O Allah...I bow to thee. Your holiness sets me free... May the Prophets be blessed.. And I will spread your word to the rest. I won't spare a single soul, Who doubted your holiness, I will maul. But I didn't like that John, He killed your men and mocked your reign. So I killed him, for your glory, I redeem. I don't like that Hindu and that Jew too, Coz one is a Kafir and other kills and hold your Prophet's Abode. Tell me O Allah! I am your true disciple. And Allah just looked at him... Eric went teary eyed to Christ, Coz yester his father John had died. He first asked why this h...

Hands speak, When the feelings peak. They rise together and pray, They hit a son when he goes astray. They protect a new born in mother's love, They invite peace when they free a dove. They cover the innocent face of a girl when she blushes, They hold the face of a lover when he kisses. They stab and kill, In horror, they shake or remain still. They measure, they treasure. They clench, And in blood, they drench. They fear and go listless, They swear and curse the stress. They don't just do things. They speak, At times, when our emotions peak...

Creating new memories Living new dreams Far from the maddening crowd Insulated from the screams. Caustic indifference Stoic reverence Shared parts Illusionary from start. Playing new symphony Exhuming all nook and cranny Coz around this time It all will be mine...