Monday, February 27, 2012

Sleaze


Caressed by a cool breeze
Reignited the fire that began to seize
Touch me again if you may, please
Crime it may be, it may be sleaze
Time has passed gone are the days
It is a distant dream what once were our daily plays
A beautiful child that I had to slay
What’s left is castles of sand tombs of clay
Walk through that door again, someday
I will pray, I will pray!!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Those were the Days


                                                  
Whenever I look back I see that past was much glorious and meaningful than what we have now. Past may not necessarily mean the time frame of my life but the times gone by. Of all it would have been nice to still have the rebellion nature that we so dearly had. People had a cause to fight for , meaningful words to sing, leaders to follow, wars to die for.

People will have a counter theory and would debate endlessly on such thoughts. Today we might have better cars , houses, buildings to show for but are they really what it seems? Thinking from  a conspiracy theorist angle I can safely say it’s all a plot. Constant degradation of quality of things and making people engrossed in little petty things.  A trap which we all have succumbed to. So nobody raise a word or influence people or start a revolution and the worst part is I have no clue who is behind it and gaining from it. Cause I see we as a race are suffering and nothing else.

The songs today have no meaning no soul no words. Just set some tune get some hot girls ,repeat few words on beat and voila, A HIT. Me who is still hung on to 60s and 70s consider it a crime to even let these songs being aired. Back in those days people sang what they felt and saw. I don’t see any artist today of same caliber who puts it as he sees it. Doubt that? Freddy Mercury, Jim Morrison, John Lennon…need I say more. These people had impact of a stature that president of USA and so many more strong leaders at a time wanted Mr. Lennon dead!! I wonder if today any artist is even thought about by the so called politicians as a threat.

Previous generations had leaders to follow. Endless list of freedom fighters , Hitler ,Mandela, Che Guevara. People might shriek as I mentioned Hitler in the same breath as the greats. Well he was a great too, on the other side of spectrum but no doubt he was great. Somebody who can mesmerize so many people that they dance on his tune and do as he says, speaks volume about him. Wonder what would have happened if had decide to go against corruption or poverty. As the universe goes, everything needs a counter force. So maybe to get a leader/hero who leads us we need an evil big enough to unite us all and give us a cause. Alas none is evident from where I see the picture.

As far as war goes humans have killed each other ever since the start of mankind. Even then I have heard and read about wars that were fought for love, honor, freedom, sounds so much better than oil, politics or keeping the people’s head off a sex scandal (Mr. Bill would ring a bell J)  

We had so much history made and now I wonder what kind of history is being written. What legacy will be part of. The generation who lived the most selfish life!! Running for a 2 bedroom house a car and some bank balance. Generation of soda, pizza and burgers.

I wish ohh universe I so wish we have a revolution!!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

My Journey



I wrote what now is History
I solved what once was mystery
In hand of greats 
I have written from poem to Veds
Today as I lay here in your sight 
All you need to do is pick me up and write

- Pic & Quote courtesy by a friend (RA)

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Flawed


Easily angered
Flawed character
Easily offended
So meekly have surrendered
Biased actions
Cold and numb
Seldom smart always dumb
Less of a hero more of a scum
In here I am called a man  

Monday, May 16, 2011

Born in Blood


Born in blood a shadow within
That day a dark passenger crept in
Bathed in a crimson pool
A sight that is shown in no school
A little boy lost his innocence
Eyes froze, heart that has no Conscience
A fellow traveler devoid of emotion
Killing the killers evens his commotion
Follows a code when he hits the road
He has no baggage, he carries no load
He stalks his prey and waits for the hunt
Under the wrap of darkness a needle goes in
The sinner wakes on a table, will now pay for his sin
A monster awakens and the mask slips
Steely knifes, plastic sheets are his keeps

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Front Seat


She sits on the front seat
Linger long on front seat
Her hair is long
She moves like a song
Her smile is like a knife that is recently sharpened
I know there is nothing that can happen

She sits on the front seat
Linger long on front seat
Her name is music
Her steps fall in rhythm  
She has wisdom and she knows what to do
She has me and she has you


  • - My version of Jim's Love street

Monday, May 9, 2011

Me & My Backpack


Towering mountain on my back
Woods all around
Gentle stream flows by
Thunder roars and rain pours on my tent
And it’s me and my back pack
I sit mesmerized at natures might
The lightning turns the sky bright
Scarred I turn my music from loud to louder
I am suddenly at peace
All doubts and fear cease to exists
I surrender to the only might
In the night and starlight
Just me and my Backpack