Archive for the month “July, 2012”




to the molten billows.


 of the highland gallows.

In the thin air

suffocates the mass.

But I look further above

and there is nothing but the infinite alas.

Crumbled paper balls

roll into sparkles

as the  sunshine guns

burst them to rumbles.

They burn before my eyes

and in this worldly vice.

At least I have a closer look,

much real and off the hook.



  1. I cannot tolerate the voice of Lata Mangeshkar.  It is too thin like a whining baby who incidentally has got all the tunes right. It almost makes me cranky. Most of her songs are cranky or they turn cranky midway. It is just the nasal pitch combined with sweet screams that Lata is made of.
  2. I have lived all my life in Mumbai and I dislike it. I prefer New Delhi over it a million times. If you are from Mumbai, kindly ignore this point because you will never get it unless you get over your ‘ I am from Mumbai grudge’ out of your system. Ignore. Just like how you ignore terrorists attacks in the light of the great ‘Mumbai spirit’.
  3. I think Jim Morrison was a mediocre songwriter and musician. All that jazz was about his attention seeking lifestyle. Inconsistent and reckless about everything and that’s what makes me wonder that all that gyaan about the universe in his music is just a sham. Some people are smooth talkers. He was just that.
  4. Most of the celibate priests I have met so far in life have sexual frustration in their eyes. Being celibate is a fucking show. Any girl can tell this, I am sure. There is nothing holy about them.
  5. Most people everywhere in the world can handle their drink but they take special pride in getting drunk and making a fool of themselves because it’s cool.
  6. I have never met a bad Pakistani being an Indian myself. I mean never and I have met a lot of Pakistanis in this lifetime.
  7. The most innovative and powerful graphic novels come from artists  born and raised in the new world order and not USA as perceived. They are not stuck to a particular style of drawing that is often seen in the western countries and also the stories are surreal enough in very groundbreaking real stories. Most western countries’ Graphic novels don’t have that.
  8. Video games can also have a calming effect on a person and not necessarily breed violence. I have spent my entire childhood playing violent video games and eventually I became a pacifist thinking of these games on a more existential level. So kindly hand over the gaming console back in your kid’s hand!
  9. Majority of the hippies are uneducated, cowardly, visionless people who lose themselves to crappy music and drugs. Junking in Goa is not called traveling the world, my friend! And you can get Moksha and Karma even on the toilet seat of your mobile van so stop all this philosophical drama! Do something productive. Being a hippie is not a real profession, you know. The real hippies don’t even want to label themselves.
  10. Burping and farting are perfectly normal human habits. It should be made official in public to do these things without any shame for it.  It is annoying to us today only because there is a social stigma around it. In your loved one’s company or your own company, you always do these things loudly. Now don’t lie!

I want to write but there is no inspiration tonight.


I have been seeking loneliness of the purest order. There is too much noise around. I can feel everyone’s curious eye peering through the crevasse of my laughter. Even I, am only making noise. Not laughing. The boys whistle at me and the girls wink at me. I politely refuse their advances. I do not want to be their beloved. I am nobody’s beloved but mine. I want to romance myself, just for a bit. It has been a long time.

My favorite part of the day is when the sky is a tinge of dark orange at sunset. Catching a glimpse of that masterpiece is no justice to it. If you look closer and feel harder, you can sense the fragrance of tangerine at this time. It has happened many times in the past, not anymore though.  I just don’t have the time or when I do have the time, I am not alone to treasure this moment. This has been bothering me to an extent that I pray hard to be left alone these days.

 Then all of a sudden, I learned a new word today. Hypethral. It means to be ‘wholly or partly open to the sky’. Beautiful. I believe that words will only find you when you seek their meaning. And I would like to be open to the Sky. I have been in part and as a whole seeking the vast solitude that the skies possess. It is also not about being alone, it is also about looking higher from where your eyes draw a parallel. I am looking up for something. I don’t know what it is as of now but I know it will find me just as the word found me today. It has started. I can feel it.

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