When you're Tired out

Tiredness-no not the tiredness of satiety and satisfaction, but of loss and pain. When your beaten black and blue by the world and don't know where to rest your buzzing head. Just look through a glass of water. It's not half-full or half-empty, its simply waiting for you to fill it. Never knowing what'll happen early morn'. You're never going to get over today's loss if you don't get to tomorrow itself. Know that a bright tomorrow is waiting if you'd only care to wait for dawn. Bid night goodbye, kiss away your fears, sleep, nightmares can't hurt you. You're Invincible. Say it out loud, goodnight sweet dreams and there you have it....You're glass is full again......

The Show Must Go on

"There must have been some mistake

I didn't mean to let them take my soul

Am I too Old,is it too late?"

---Pink FLoyd(The Show Must Go On)

The Show, The booming acoustics, the Excited drumbeats, The ever-spiralling crescendos and de-crescendos

of life on stage...The Amplifiers Boom, the curtains lift ever so slowly,we're Impatient to begin...

Storm the crowd,Energy bursting forth, come on...come on...Louder...cheer us...We're on top of the world

.................Why are we so high on adrenaline? Its been hours...My muscles are aching...Can't go

on this way forever...suspended animation...I'm a stage bug...Don't I have another life? Everything's blurred

-The faces,the hopes,the dreams...I'm just a guitar-wielding tiring machine....I won't remember the next song,

No,I'm losing my grip,I will fail my fans...no...

"Where's the feeling gone? Will I remember the song?"

There, we are drawing to a close, slowly, the strumming gets gentler...we ease the pressure on the Vocal cords..

Its been hours...but sweeter hours never before....I can hear the reverberation from the walls...Our names...

our music...our notes...our beats...We're serene on top of the world...the adrenaline recedes...we're calmer now...

The last notes fade away...The echoes from the last cheer...Swansong...The curtains droop gently again...we disappear

In our last blaze of glory...We're gone,but our soul will haunt the stage forever...The show will never end..Even

when all the players disappear..even when the last man standing falls to his grave to rest....

"The Show Must Go On............."

Pseudo-Intellectuals

"Philosophy...Comes under the aegis of Thinking at the 17th level, where the supraconscious Brain is linked to........

........Leave me alone, do you understand? I have too much to think about, too much going about in my life, it's hell,You know,

I like him but he's so enamoured with me,it spoils my mood,takes away from the despair........"

Just like paint, which comes off when scraped slightly, peeling off to show a bland interior underneath the gaudy outward appearance

An artificially made-up image is only skin-deep,even less maybe. Yes, we all want to think we're way superior, humbled only

at times when we meet greater people,but there is this prevalent idea that putting on a pompous,holier-than-thou attitude

can win you respect in society. Irksome. Most of these so-called intellectuals, derive their amazing store of knowledge from

a handful of books, many of them paperbacks selling at a dozen for Rs.100 at railway stations. All kinds of amazing self-

improvement guides, wonderful spiritual upliftments, Impressive thoughts....Fraudulent, waxy,artificial in 99 out of 100 cases.

Gilded treasure chests, but empty inside....

Upliftment does not come from acting overly high-handed. Lift the self, the pettinesses, the monstrosities,the inactions,

Rid the angst, rise and shine, and there will be a day when True usefulness will fill you....

".................You know how it is with me, I detest such low activities, I'm sure I can do much better....Anna Karenina?Sure,

read it when I was eight years old, Some French author, isn't it? Antoine something?......"

Diary of a schizophrenic

I see the light,streaming in

filling me with joy, schoolboy glee,

aah candy bars and alcohol,

teenage and adolescent sweetness

strawberries and plums,

scented apples,Movie hall-leather....

......

Storm....dire storm...shipwrecked...NO, save me, I don't want to die..no, no please, no more pain, no syringes

I'm not mad, No, no stop, help,no......

.......Living on chartered planes and yatchs

Luxury homes and pick-me-ups,split AC,

foaming baths, Plasma screen,

blue lamborghini, rolex gold,

silver fox..arctic.blue...

No, I don't want to be the mundane worker,

NOT the daily chores,no please, no more,

no more bread-n'-butter, no more rent,no

No more office, no please please,..

Give me my dreams to feed, no more asylum bars,

..Don't put me on a leash...

I'm not MAD....

Blue Haze

Smoke rings, loop-the-loop,

halo in the distance;

Shimmering arclights, canto IV

a little piece of frozen meat

hey that's mud, no silver fox;

Where's the compass, My watch find it someone...

i'm going round and round, marigold scent, little boy blue--

give me a cup of sugar, miss muffet, the spider's lost his due!

If it's not harry's mother, it jonathan's father,

how does it matter? they are all the same;

Empty bottles, not really, there's a drop deep down there....somewhere-

find it for me?

I'm a little..dizzy

pour it on my tongue..

My headlight's missing,

It's far too foggy..

my head hurts..

give me a tonic-

no, a syrup

or a gin-and-lime

a little whisky?

forget it-i'd do with sprite.

I must be too young?

or am i too old?

Do you have a clue who you really really are?

think again, buster,

Mommy's not home-

Fetch out that packet,

bring out the album,

Its a home run for you-

Your hair's burnt!!

The oven's on,

too hot, too hot,

i'm shivering...

give me an AC?

I can't stop trembling..

too hazy...

what.....am.....I

.........?

Teenage Blues

Teenage Blues

My grey-haired grandmother,

The boiling kettle of tea,

Unsettled frenzy,

A dash of lime and a fine old mare,

My Jaundiced eyes,

Golden hues,

Shadows and light,

This isn’t a game?

What do you take me for?

Clip my wings, pluck my feathers?

Monday morning blues,

Smoky haze, powdered dew?

I'm not the one confused…

I see you clear,

On old McDonald's farm,

A Burger in hand, with suit and boot;

Give me my sweetened salt,

My buttered cheese,

My old torn shoes,

My battered bag;

A little soda,

A little cola,

A packet of chips,

A pastry or two;

Buy me that CD?

That golden guitar?

That wonderful shirt

G’n’R Posters?

None at all-

Give me my room and my breath to boot

Let me think on my feet

Let that Floyd play

I want to lie in bed awhile longer....