Iceman
He stood, sinewed in silver,
not a speck of color in his world.
Not a love, not a hate, just a view,
crystal clear, nothing near, nothing far.
He stretched out his hand,
and one might think that the air grew cold,
but it changed naught, for the same was he,
unchanged throughout, he was but taking a step.
Then a rose blocked his path,
and he grabbed it, and gasped.
He could not let go, for two milky palms pressed his close.
Roses have thorns you know, red streams from iced veins arose.
And as the color speckled into his eyes,
the Iceman had his demise.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
This Sunlit Haze
For them happy-go-lucky buggers.
Oxygen deprivation? Nah.
This is true fun.
My eyes tire to open, screaming out tears on the road.
But they do open, and smile at the world.
My wet lashes cover my sight, partially though.
Its like seeing the sights through a diffracting prison cell,
colors so real that all must be well.
My step's light, and I did have a headaches five minutes ago,
but its going now. Gone with the smile thats stretching out on my face.
So what if its going to snow tomorrow, the sun is out now.
I see the crosser sign turn to the white walking sign.
Each figure in front of me seems a story as it crosses the road,
linked to another, so much motion in my sight.
I don't seem to walk in distance, but in time, or so Einstein said.
My head does clear once I cross the road,
and I risk another glance at the setting sun.
Its there, poignant as ever,
leaving me to see,
where my new mini era has begun.
Oxygen deprivation? Nah.
This is true fun.
My eyes tire to open, screaming out tears on the road.
But they do open, and smile at the world.
My wet lashes cover my sight, partially though.
Its like seeing the sights through a diffracting prison cell,
colors so real that all must be well.
My step's light, and I did have a headaches five minutes ago,
but its going now. Gone with the smile thats stretching out on my face.
So what if its going to snow tomorrow, the sun is out now.
I see the crosser sign turn to the white walking sign.
Each figure in front of me seems a story as it crosses the road,
linked to another, so much motion in my sight.
I don't seem to walk in distance, but in time, or so Einstein said.
My head does clear once I cross the road,
and I risk another glance at the setting sun.
Its there, poignant as ever,
leaving me to see,
where my new mini era has begun.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
The Joker
Chaos is true. Pure chance as well. And I'm gonna prove it.
I live in intensity. A kind which you can't dream of. Yet to you I seem so distant and grounded.
At my weakest I may acknowledge a rival, but then thats my secret.
Escalation is me, in pain of a kind that hurts to feel.
With recursed memories leading into one another, I live in my present, which spans your lives' extent.
I can see your core, only because I've lost mine,
and take and break your quest to find yours.
And in the midst of this all, the one human part of me is what you would call cruel,
for it amuses me, and pushes me to cure that I see you as: my boredom.
How I sit on air, strolling through your worlds, in an attempt to amuse myself,
searching for that rock that resists me, a face that I wouldn't mind seeing in my mirror; and hence break it.
I wasn't always like this, I like to recall, but that is non existent now.
So smile with me, for I do exist. Either in your wildest fantasies or darkest dreams, hoping for my answer who actually makes me work.
Escalation is me, in chaos of a kind that builds and builds again.
How I test, without rest, spread out in this ordered mess, the unstoppable that is me.
This show is such a parody. I'm just different, thats all.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Prophet's
For heroes will rise, and villians will fall,
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
The world revolves, and us with it,
the betters, with a compass tugging at their hearts,
they flow through their dreams, their wants and aims,
not waiting for their world to start.
Some stare, lost, into the skies,
the stars' existence from up above,
beamed into their starry eyes,
holding their dreams, their wants and aims.
Some are sharp as the edge of knives,
cutting through what they despise,
silver hazes in others' eyes,
cutting away their nightmares and hates.
Such a pulse it is, living on,
such drives there are, burning on,
makes me feel so wonderfully incomplete,
with my changing aims that I will never meet.
I see the symmetry of twos all about.
And I celebrate this tug of mighty souls as they clash about.
For heroes will rise, and villians will fall,
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
The world revolves, and us with it,
the betters, with a compass tugging at their hearts,
they flow through their dreams, their wants and aims,
not waiting for their world to start.
Some stare, lost, into the skies,
the stars' existence from up above,
beamed into their starry eyes,
holding their dreams, their wants and aims.
Some are sharp as the edge of knives,
cutting through what they despise,
silver hazes in others' eyes,
cutting away their nightmares and hates.
Such a pulse it is, living on,
such drives there are, burning on,
makes me feel so wonderfully incomplete,
with my changing aims that I will never meet.
I see the symmetry of twos all about.
And I celebrate this tug of mighty souls as they clash about.
For heroes will rise, and villians will fall,
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
Monday, January 05, 2009
The Untitled Song
For heroes will rise, and villians will fall,
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
The world revolves, and us with it,
the betters, with a compass tugging at their hearts,
they flow through their dreams, their wants and aims,
not waiting for their world to start.
Some stare, lost, into the skies,
the stars' existence from up above,
beamed into their starry eyes,
holding their dreams, their wants and aims.
Some are sharp as the edge of knives,
cutting through what they despise,
silver hazes in others' eyes,
cutting away their nightmares and hates.
Such a pulse it is, living on,
such drives there are, burning on,
makes me feel so wonderfully incomplete,
with my changing aims that I will never meet.
I see the symmetry of twos all about.
And I celebrate this tug of mighty souls as they clash about.
For heroes will rise, and villians will fall,
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
The world revolves, and us with it,
the betters, with a compass tugging at their hearts,
they flow through their dreams, their wants and aims,
not waiting for their world to start.
Some stare, lost, into the skies,
the stars' existence from up above,
beamed into their starry eyes,
holding their dreams, their wants and aims.
Some are sharp as the edge of knives,
cutting through what they despise,
silver hazes in others' eyes,
cutting away their nightmares and hates.
Such a pulse it is, living on,
such drives there are, burning on,
makes me feel so wonderfully incomplete,
with my changing aims that I will never meet.
I see the symmetry of twos all about.
And I celebrate this tug of mighty souls as they clash about.
For heroes will rise, and villians will fall,
and villians will rise, or nothing at all.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
A Force Unto Its Own
There is a quaint difference between will and desire.
One who unites them, is a force unto his own.
A man who thinks not but to reach his goal.
A man whose machinery drives him down destiny's beautiful road.
A man whose will alone is aligned, simply walks down the path.
He knows he has to, but the music is gone,
gone is the sound of the breeze upon his skin,
simply lost in his creations din.
A man whose desires point him down his path,
will diverge from his perfection, and upon reflection,
will tangent into this pathetic mode,
without a will, is without a force.
Thus beauty and strength form this blade-pen,
allowing a man to calligraph his will,
and flourish his nature of human being.
One who unites them, is a force unto his own.
A man who thinks not but to reach his goal.
A man whose machinery drives him down destiny's beautiful road.
A man whose will alone is aligned, simply walks down the path.
He knows he has to, but the music is gone,
gone is the sound of the breeze upon his skin,
simply lost in his creations din.
A man whose desires point him down his path,
will diverge from his perfection, and upon reflection,
will tangent into this pathetic mode,
without a will, is without a force.
Thus beauty and strength form this blade-pen,
allowing a man to calligraph his will,
and flourish his nature of human being.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Street Grease
Flip, chop, turn, sizzle.
the aroma wafts with the spicy drizzle,
of perfect gentle rain upon my face,
as a street master prepares to ensnare my taste.
The food tastes so damn good,
it flavors on just as it should,
sure sounds unhealthy, let it be -
street grease at its best, for all to see.
Bite after juicy bite, tastes just like grunge,
to me and to people who seek to expunge,
any insensitivity, anything mundane,
on the rain licked streets, and to be profane.
This is street grease. Its rude. Its more than just food.
Be a citizen, but be of the grease. Please, trust me, please.
Its fun to be alive there, without them hassles, without a care.
Don't point up your nose, to strike a pose.
This is street grease. Its rude, but definitely more than just food.
the aroma wafts with the spicy drizzle,
of perfect gentle rain upon my face,
as a street master prepares to ensnare my taste.
The food tastes so damn good,
it flavors on just as it should,
sure sounds unhealthy, let it be -
street grease at its best, for all to see.
Bite after juicy bite, tastes just like grunge,
to me and to people who seek to expunge,
any insensitivity, anything mundane,
on the rain licked streets, and to be profane.
This is street grease. Its rude. Its more than just food.
Be a citizen, but be of the grease. Please, trust me, please.
Its fun to be alive there, without them hassles, without a care.
Don't point up your nose, to strike a pose.
This is street grease. Its rude, but definitely more than just food.
Monday, November 03, 2008
For Sneha And Samit
Samit, I've always been Sneha's first true love, sorry man. :).
There have been such times when I've lost my heart.
But you've found it back for me, every, single time.
And thrust me back into the world, saying,
go lose yourself again.
There have such times when I've shed tears.
But you've collected them, drop by drop,
and why you claimed them precious, I never did see,
But ever did you think of holding a soft hand to my wet cheek.
There have been such times when we’ve - gone nuts laughing,
At such silly little things,
Laughing till we sobbed, peal after peal.
and reveling in how the next euphoria feels.
What you give to me has not a name, it is a new emotion in itself,
so I've always been clueless about how to thank you -
merely contenting myself by shouting at you, losing my heart, shooting a laugh, shedding a tear,
just to see if you were near.
You'll be near Sneha, I'll keep you so.
Samit my man, you've always been joined to us,
just covered thus far by a beautiful drape,
and I could never have asked for more,
as I see this beautiful bond take shape.
How I love you both? Its tough to say,
just know that you'll have me tag all along,
and be a disruptive uncle,
as you go about your married way.
There have been such times when I've lost my heart.
But you've found it back for me, every, single time.
And thrust me back into the world, saying,
go lose yourself again.
There have such times when I've shed tears.
But you've collected them, drop by drop,
and why you claimed them precious, I never did see,
But ever did you think of holding a soft hand to my wet cheek.
There have been such times when we’ve - gone nuts laughing,
At such silly little things,
Laughing till we sobbed, peal after peal.
and reveling in how the next euphoria feels.
What you give to me has not a name, it is a new emotion in itself,
so I've always been clueless about how to thank you -
merely contenting myself by shouting at you, losing my heart, shooting a laugh, shedding a tear,
just to see if you were near.
You'll be near Sneha, I'll keep you so.
Samit my man, you've always been joined to us,
just covered thus far by a beautiful drape,
and I could never have asked for more,
as I see this beautiful bond take shape.
How I love you both? Its tough to say,
just know that you'll have me tag all along,
and be a disruptive uncle,
as you go about your married way.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Light that Lit the Darkness
She didn't like her mom,
for as long as she could remember.
Since she gave her a no,
for that something last December.
They sat at a table eating,
in glares they were competing,
the mother just resigned,
the daughter - angered mind.
Then darkness fell, and there wasn't a candle in the house.
They had a cluttered home, t'was impossible to move.
The daughter wanted her feelings,
dark as they were, to further blacken the air,
her mother thought of her little one,
sitting in the dark.
The daughter thought of all the things,
to scream at her mother's face,
but she could see it not,
for it was dark.
She realized she missed the sight,
and longed for it again,
if only to rage at, if only to cry,
"how can you not understand?"
She realized she felt the void,
of her target in her eyes,
she realized that all she wanted was a bond,
no matter what its guise.
All of a sudden she felt afraid of the dark.
In silence a hand took hers, and held it there,
and the daughter never felt so aware,
that what she felt was an angry love,
and tears fell on their clasp from her cheek above.
Finally, she closed her eyes,
she could see her mother so much better then,
the lights went on, but her eyes stayed shut,
and the tears washed away the dark within.
for as long as she could remember.
Since she gave her a no,
for that something last December.
They sat at a table eating,
in glares they were competing,
the mother just resigned,
the daughter - angered mind.
Then darkness fell, and there wasn't a candle in the house.
They had a cluttered home, t'was impossible to move.
The daughter wanted her feelings,
dark as they were, to further blacken the air,
her mother thought of her little one,
sitting in the dark.
The daughter thought of all the things,
to scream at her mother's face,
but she could see it not,
for it was dark.
She realized she missed the sight,
and longed for it again,
if only to rage at, if only to cry,
"how can you not understand?"
She realized she felt the void,
of her target in her eyes,
she realized that all she wanted was a bond,
no matter what its guise.
All of a sudden she felt afraid of the dark.
In silence a hand took hers, and held it there,
and the daughter never felt so aware,
that what she felt was an angry love,
and tears fell on their clasp from her cheek above.
Finally, she closed her eyes,
she could see her mother so much better then,
the lights went on, but her eyes stayed shut,
and the tears washed away the dark within.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Developing Passions
All my life (thus far) I've wondered what I want to be good at; one obvious answer would always strike me - that I want to excel in whatever I do. Thats all good, we'd all love to be virtuosos in virtuosity. But I look around me, and I see limits (from what I've read, people call this growing up). We aren't exactly going to do everything and thus be great at everything, so what DO I want to be good at?
I'd sit down and wonder and ponder, becoming lethargic after a point - and become irritated at my lack of want of a specific (want of want, seriously). I envy people who know exactly what they want and set out to get it, thus becoming masters of their fields. In my case, I sometimes end up feeling happy because there are so many things to be good at, and get stuck with the - kid alone in the candy store+the man who got an egg and dreamed of a castle - syndrome.
What I have seen as, I now want more specific things, at least more specific than before. On one side of my age, us kids talk about being clueless so as to where to go, on the other side of my age, us adults reminisce about being in such a state of energetic youth when they were younger.
I don't mean even to say that I'm confused, merely rambling, detached. All I know is that, as an ultimate absolute, if you can take an easy breath in and tilt the corners of your lips upward (even if all of this is in your mind), your fine. There are so many material things to guide you on your way, so I just look up at the sky, and know whats going to make me smile. Its a lovely feeling of anticipation. I know now that photos of people with their arms stretched out in front of cliffs have captured not only current exaltation, but also future ecstasy.
I just love looking up, seeing it stretch across, seen by so many others. It feels so wide, just like the possibilities in a field and outside it.
I'd sit down and wonder and ponder, becoming lethargic after a point - and become irritated at my lack of want of a specific (want of want, seriously). I envy people who know exactly what they want and set out to get it, thus becoming masters of their fields. In my case, I sometimes end up feeling happy because there are so many things to be good at, and get stuck with the - kid alone in the candy store+the man who got an egg and dreamed of a castle - syndrome.
What I have seen as, I now want more specific things, at least more specific than before. On one side of my age, us kids talk about being clueless so as to where to go, on the other side of my age, us adults reminisce about being in such a state of energetic youth when they were younger.
I don't mean even to say that I'm confused, merely rambling, detached. All I know is that, as an ultimate absolute, if you can take an easy breath in and tilt the corners of your lips upward (even if all of this is in your mind), your fine. There are so many material things to guide you on your way, so I just look up at the sky, and know whats going to make me smile. Its a lovely feeling of anticipation. I know now that photos of people with their arms stretched out in front of cliffs have captured not only current exaltation, but also future ecstasy.
I just love looking up, seeing it stretch across, seen by so many others. It feels so wide, just like the possibilities in a field and outside it.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Chocolacy
Doesn't that taste good?
More than good - damn - its great!
I need more of this,
who said truth was only bitter?
Makes me feel like a god,
in the midst of a deep bite,
makes me pose for a pic,
with a wide brown smile.
It makes me want to curl up in an orange coffee shop,
with heavy snow outside,
it makes others want to do a lot of things,
it governs, no questions, just thus.
So take a bite, a sip, a sniff,
and flash your own brown smile,
and conduct your own chocolacy with others -
it starts and ends all, so stay a while, and smile.
More than good - damn - its great!
I need more of this,
who said truth was only bitter?
Makes me feel like a god,
in the midst of a deep bite,
makes me pose for a pic,
with a wide brown smile.
It makes me want to curl up in an orange coffee shop,
with heavy snow outside,
it makes others want to do a lot of things,
it governs, no questions, just thus.
So take a bite, a sip, a sniff,
and flash your own brown smile,
and conduct your own chocolacy with others -
it starts and ends all, so stay a while, and smile.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Ends of a Rod.
Life can be... mixed... at an international university. So many people from so many places, so many different cultures - all engaged in developing some aspect of themselves and of their surroundings. In the midst of so many, it is as easy to get completely lost as it is to find an interesting experience that will help you find yourself. I sometimes just loved to sit in the common room of my library, watching such a flux of humanity flow past me. Quite a chapter in permutations and combinations, I'd imagine my math professor to say...
Math class started, and I observed from the back bench as two stalwart scholars set out to answer all the outrageously tough questions the professor had put to us the other day. None of the remaining students, including me, had bothered to even raise their hands as the two tried to outdo each other with their increasingly brilliant and efficient solutions. I shook my head as I prepared myself for Physics, where the same thing was about to repeat itself.
Those two were in all my classes - I never found out their names, but I do remember that they looked so alike. The same height, roughly. The same rough coarse hair, the brown skin, seemingly soft features with sudden harsh contours. The same shaved upper lip (completed with a french beard below); I chuckled to myself thinking that they wouldn't appear out of place in any reputed software company.
I also noticed a certain animosity between them. They never spoke to each, never referred to the other by name. A common friend (just an acquaintance to them) mentioned that they were second generation Americans whose home countries had a few tensions between them. They looked so alike. They spoke in similar fashions, I'd heard them to laugh in exactly the same manner in reaction to the same joke. They even liked the same girl. Thank god they didn't know it, or else they would have seriously had something to fight over. They never worked together, and I think they resented each other for being so similar.
Two ends of rod, thats what they were. Two ends of an inflexible, metal rod - staring right out in opposite directions, despite being fundamentally the same. Imagine if they were elastic, they could actually meet. And gain some expertise on being the end of a rod. And still come back to their original positions. And there are so many people like them. I don't know what figure has those many ends, but I do know that all those people, all those ends, could meet to form a ring. Actually see each other. All it would take is a little bend.
Math class started, and I observed from the back bench as two stalwart scholars set out to answer all the outrageously tough questions the professor had put to us the other day. None of the remaining students, including me, had bothered to even raise their hands as the two tried to outdo each other with their increasingly brilliant and efficient solutions. I shook my head as I prepared myself for Physics, where the same thing was about to repeat itself.
Those two were in all my classes - I never found out their names, but I do remember that they looked so alike. The same height, roughly. The same rough coarse hair, the brown skin, seemingly soft features with sudden harsh contours. The same shaved upper lip (completed with a french beard below); I chuckled to myself thinking that they wouldn't appear out of place in any reputed software company.
I also noticed a certain animosity between them. They never spoke to each, never referred to the other by name. A common friend (just an acquaintance to them) mentioned that they were second generation Americans whose home countries had a few tensions between them. They looked so alike. They spoke in similar fashions, I'd heard them to laugh in exactly the same manner in reaction to the same joke. They even liked the same girl. Thank god they didn't know it, or else they would have seriously had something to fight over. They never worked together, and I think they resented each other for being so similar.
Two ends of rod, thats what they were. Two ends of an inflexible, metal rod - staring right out in opposite directions, despite being fundamentally the same. Imagine if they were elastic, they could actually meet. And gain some expertise on being the end of a rod. And still come back to their original positions. And there are so many people like them. I don't know what figure has those many ends, but I do know that all those people, all those ends, could meet to form a ring. Actually see each other. All it would take is a little bend.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Day before College started.
The Day before College started.
For the un-initi-Ated, I've been on vacation since march (yo!, uhhuh, fill dat! - *BEATS*)
I'd been strummin 'round - later bored as starch (yo!, uhhuh, back dat! *FLASH SIGNS* *BEATS*)
Well, in the world of rap, I'm sure starch can get bored. But I do have enough of feel in me to want to rap on starting college. Cuz it is March since when I've been on vacation - till September! Its nothing compared to those rich boy vacation some people send their kids on ("Discover yourself beta" - or - "Discover the world beta"). Much as I wish I had the money, I do not wish to go on a tour of holdiay forced self discovery. I am to discover myself, let me to do it apace normal college life.
The day before college started.
The day seems as momentous to me - more maybe - than the actual college inducer itself.
The day before college started.
Might as well start writing sense about it, no?
The day started out with me springing out of bed and knowing I was gonna do a compelling work out at the gym. I spring out of bed, at 9 AM... Then I see the copy of Brisingr, the third book in Chris Paolini's Inheritance cycle, lying so brand new on the table. Hard bound too, never remember mom letting me buy hard bound stuff in India (not that I ever complained, ever). I took my time reading it. Chris Paolini, has matured, no doubt, but I hope he can complete and execute the mound of information he's dumped on us. If the fourth book fails, then the series shall as well (kinda duh, but whatever).
The book took me a while to finish because I interspersed my reading with stuff like napping, food and a movie in the evening.
The movie I watched...
I watched A Wednesday, starring Naseruddin Shah and Anupam Kher to name a few. The movie's citizen view capture was almost flawless for its perspective. It started out with a few moments of over cooked action, but the second half of the movie was apt, climactic, and dominated by a crisply delivered sililoquy by Shah.
The movie's strenght was in its second half sharpness, though they could have spent a little more money on production values.
The movie did manage to inspire several laughs with its irony and street humor. The movie managed to prove its worth when it ended. Instead of rubbishing the movie, we found ourselves in the midst of a heated discussion about social issues in India...
But I digress... College starts today... Finally... I hope I'm good for it... I can be a baby at times... Before I went to sleep, my head buzzed with so many things I wish I could remember I wrote down. I wished (in the words of another) to whisper myself something very profound and then fall asleep. Needless to say, I last remember thinking about sushi, and how expensive it is here...
*Yo! Yo! Back it up! Uh! Uh! Shawty! Dawg!* *Thump BASS*
Peace to all.
For the un-initi-Ated, I've been on vacation since march (yo!, uhhuh, fill dat! - *BEATS*)
I'd been strummin 'round - later bored as starch (yo!, uhhuh, back dat! *FLASH SIGNS* *BEATS*)
Well, in the world of rap, I'm sure starch can get bored. But I do have enough of feel in me to want to rap on starting college. Cuz it is March since when I've been on vacation - till September! Its nothing compared to those rich boy vacation some people send their kids on ("Discover yourself beta" - or - "Discover the world beta"). Much as I wish I had the money, I do not wish to go on a tour of holdiay forced self discovery. I am to discover myself, let me to do it apace normal college life.
The day before college started.
The day seems as momentous to me - more maybe - than the actual college inducer itself.
The day before college started.
Might as well start writing sense about it, no?
The day started out with me springing out of bed and knowing I was gonna do a compelling work out at the gym. I spring out of bed, at 9 AM... Then I see the copy of Brisingr, the third book in Chris Paolini's Inheritance cycle, lying so brand new on the table. Hard bound too, never remember mom letting me buy hard bound stuff in India (not that I ever complained, ever). I took my time reading it. Chris Paolini, has matured, no doubt, but I hope he can complete and execute the mound of information he's dumped on us. If the fourth book fails, then the series shall as well (kinda duh, but whatever).
The book took me a while to finish because I interspersed my reading with stuff like napping, food and a movie in the evening.
The movie I watched...
I watched A Wednesday, starring Naseruddin Shah and Anupam Kher to name a few. The movie's citizen view capture was almost flawless for its perspective. It started out with a few moments of over cooked action, but the second half of the movie was apt, climactic, and dominated by a crisply delivered sililoquy by Shah.
The movie's strenght was in its second half sharpness, though they could have spent a little more money on production values.
The movie did manage to inspire several laughs with its irony and street humor. The movie managed to prove its worth when it ended. Instead of rubbishing the movie, we found ourselves in the midst of a heated discussion about social issues in India...
But I digress... College starts today... Finally... I hope I'm good for it... I can be a baby at times... Before I went to sleep, my head buzzed with so many things I wish I could remember I wrote down. I wished (in the words of another) to whisper myself something very profound and then fall asleep. Needless to say, I last remember thinking about sushi, and how expensive it is here...
*Yo! Yo! Back it up! Uh! Uh! Shawty! Dawg!* *Thump BASS*
Peace to all.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Red Moon
There is a shiver in the sky.
There is mystery afoot, no one one knows why.
There is tint awash the dark
there is a hint of falling bark.
A change of times? No one knows why.
There is mischief afoot, amidst the sky.
Tonight is one that a fortune shall change,
tomorrow is one where no sights range,
destiny puts its mark on today's brow,
there is menace afoot, no one knows how.
This lighter than black seems darker instead,
as it kisses innocent sleepers a'bed,
will they see red when they open their eyes?
I know not. No one does.
There is mischief afoot, no one knows why.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Updatus...
Well, like I said before, I'm at UW, the U or whatever name you wanna know it as. The past few weeks have been spent in
1. Setting up my room - closet, bed, computer (which hasn't arrived yet), docking station yada yada.
2. Buggering about university - checking out the hotspots, libraries (which might also be hotspots), and walking up and down the university avenue - the Ave - with its collection of stores and restaurants and college folk...
3. Buggering about University - but this time for Advising and Orientation sessions - There's a pretty diverse international crowd here which mostly consists of South East Asians - students from Vietnam, Korea, China, Japan and the like. I've found about seven Indian undergrads so far, rooting from Ludhiana to being born and brought up in Dubai... Its been a lot of fun interacting with this crowd, finding out that we can be quite similar at times. I introduced an Egyptian, a Korean and a Japanese to Indian food - Masala Dosa, Chilly Chicken (their call), and Butter Chicken - along with rice and Naan. They loved it - though the food wasn't completely desi prepared.
Also,
We'd all gone for this activity that involved us being let into a pub (the activity took up the entire pub) and playing a game of trivia. A few questions into the round, we really got into the game and warmed up to each other - pulling legs, asking history, that kind of thing... The questions were clearly of an international nature, ranging from
"Who are the two candidates up for Vice Presidency in the US National elections this November?"
to
"How many World Cups has Brazil won?"
to
"Which weight lifter dedicated his Olympic Gold Medal to his recently expired wife, holding her photo on the podium?"
to
"What is the national tree of Washington State?"
All this was over three rounds. We (team iPod) ended up tying with 'Still Smoking', who looked to be made up entirely of Indian Graduate students sticking together. The tie breaker was
"What is the population of the proper city of Seattle?"
Our first guess was given by this girl called Sherry, from China - at a nice 3.4 million. I swallowed my misgivings for want of a better figure myself - and we entered it. The the quiz master looks at us and asks us whether we knew this was for Seattle proper. We take the cue and say that we had no idea (OMG, was it that?? Oh..!!...). And now being better informed by whispers that its around 500K, I jot in 540K as our guess. Turns out the actual population is 592,613. ... ... ... The other team guessed 580K. They won. :(. But we got more candy as a consolation prize than they did. Suckers.
4. Buggering about the University - for getting into courses that are already full. I've been successful once, and should probably get going for the next and not waste the library's computer access. Ta.
1. Setting up my room - closet, bed, computer (which hasn't arrived yet), docking station yada yada.
2. Buggering about university - checking out the hotspots, libraries (which might also be hotspots), and walking up and down the university avenue - the Ave - with its collection of stores and restaurants and college folk...
3. Buggering about University - but this time for Advising and Orientation sessions - There's a pretty diverse international crowd here which mostly consists of South East Asians - students from Vietnam, Korea, China, Japan and the like. I've found about seven Indian undergrads so far, rooting from Ludhiana to being born and brought up in Dubai... Its been a lot of fun interacting with this crowd, finding out that we can be quite similar at times. I introduced an Egyptian, a Korean and a Japanese to Indian food - Masala Dosa, Chilly Chicken (their call), and Butter Chicken - along with rice and Naan. They loved it - though the food wasn't completely desi prepared.
Also,
We'd all gone for this activity that involved us being let into a pub (the activity took up the entire pub) and playing a game of trivia. A few questions into the round, we really got into the game and warmed up to each other - pulling legs, asking history, that kind of thing... The questions were clearly of an international nature, ranging from
"Who are the two candidates up for Vice Presidency in the US National elections this November?"
to
"How many World Cups has Brazil won?"
to
"Which weight lifter dedicated his Olympic Gold Medal to his recently expired wife, holding her photo on the podium?"
to
"What is the national tree of Washington State?"
All this was over three rounds. We (team iPod) ended up tying with 'Still Smoking', who looked to be made up entirely of Indian Graduate students sticking together. The tie breaker was
"What is the population of the proper city of Seattle?"
Our first guess was given by this girl called Sherry, from China - at a nice 3.4 million. I swallowed my misgivings for want of a better figure myself - and we entered it. The the quiz master looks at us and asks us whether we knew this was for Seattle proper. We take the cue and say that we had no idea (OMG, was it that?? Oh..!!...). And now being better informed by whispers that its around 500K, I jot in 540K as our guess. Turns out the actual population is 592,613. ... ... ... The other team guessed 580K. They won. :(. But we got more candy as a consolation prize than they did. Suckers.
4. Buggering about the University - for getting into courses that are already full. I've been successful once, and should probably get going for the next and not waste the library's computer access. Ta.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Well, I have a change of address.
A chronicle, just that. I've changed my address. Basically have moved across an ocean. Man, I actually traveled all those miles. All that I had built up previously, I am in contact with (duh!) but still - the space that asks to be filled here with my doings is... New to say the least.
Random language aside, I'm currently in Seattle to pursue an education in Engineering. UW is a very reputed school with an extremely beautiful campus. In some of my readings, I've come across a lot of people talking about how they always wanted to squeeze what they could from college, and I now get what they mean. There so much of infrastructure available, as well as the time being perfectly right to start doing something. Cliches aside, no - no cliches aside. I do want to do something (as has been said by so many teens before me (heck, talking about this cliche like this is a cliche) and thats a cliche too... How many times do I have to do this before I stop cliching - nice word... But I digress)
Lets see, I'm gonna pursue computer science... Which is definitely of huge interest to me - so no worries about not liking class. I get to work part time - wohoo!... I can't wait for my first paycheck - maybe I send a photocopy of it to mom - old school :D Well, this rant just serves to record a bout of bounciness... Cheers to all!
Random language aside, I'm currently in Seattle to pursue an education in Engineering. UW is a very reputed school with an extremely beautiful campus. In some of my readings, I've come across a lot of people talking about how they always wanted to squeeze what they could from college, and I now get what they mean. There so much of infrastructure available, as well as the time being perfectly right to start doing something. Cliches aside, no - no cliches aside. I do want to do something (as has been said by so many teens before me (heck, talking about this cliche like this is a cliche) and thats a cliche too... How many times do I have to do this before I stop cliching - nice word... But I digress)
Lets see, I'm gonna pursue computer science... Which is definitely of huge interest to me - so no worries about not liking class. I get to work part time - wohoo!... I can't wait for my first paycheck - maybe I send a photocopy of it to mom - old school :D Well, this rant just serves to record a bout of bounciness... Cheers to all!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Whisper
Do you hear that trickle trickle?
Trickle? Fickle – Sickled heat?
Bound in colors, hear them speak.
Empty and full are now the same.
Do you feel that bending shiver?
Swiveling up your shivering spine?
Like melted slivers, dew and wine,
In you they are my claim to fame.
Are you aware of the pass through you?
Yes you are, just haven’t realized what it means,
Just a feel that you glean,
As your name is caressed, again and again.
Want to breathe again?
Just hear those words and let them through,
Words truly known by but a few,
That bitter dark chocolate, so out of the blue.
Those merry little secrets from me to you.
Trickle? Fickle – Sickled heat?
Bound in colors, hear them speak.
Empty and full are now the same.
Do you feel that bending shiver?
Swiveling up your shivering spine?
Like melted slivers, dew and wine,
In you they are my claim to fame.
Are you aware of the pass through you?
Yes you are, just haven’t realized what it means,
Just a feel that you glean,
As your name is caressed, again and again.
Want to breathe again?
Just hear those words and let them through,
Words truly known by but a few,
That bitter dark chocolate, so out of the blue.
Those merry little secrets from me to you.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Black Hole that is Faith.
Nicole sips and sips and sips,
the water she thinks is wine,
goes high on the nectar through her lips,
is thus high on faith, not wine.
Friends relax, with their own,
their favorite selves on their surface,
with their faith in laughter, that godsend,
who questions the faith in friends?
Kin, by a line of blood flowing through their veins,
feel the all blotting shine of faith -
blood shall blot, clot and cleanse,
as it holds together a race.
A little child fears not,
the darkness of the night,
for it has faith in strength, faith unbent,
in its guardian's might.
A lover holds a vigil,yet she worries not,
as she knows her faith shall carry him across any sea,
and her faith in him, his in her, theirs in love,
was but only meant to be.
Under the platform of my palm,
that holds my prashad,
I feel the weight and and pull,
of the institution that is faith.
I may not sing your prayers and hymns,
I may not feel what you feel, but I do feel,
the vibes of faith that you send around,
which bring me to my knees.
In the halls of learning, worship, war and peace -
and starting thoughts are but these -
I give you my respect, if only just,
for the faith pulled from you by those who must.
We all have our Gods, and our faith,
and I put mine in my God's hand,
which nudges me to work and love,
nudges me to reap my land.
Faith, you are beautiful indeed. Which for I salute you.
For it is you who makes us human and strained,
us imperfect - but such a beautiful stain.
Us dirty but to be cleansed, us pained but to be reprived -
you make us one, as we believe.
Faith, you are beautiful indeed.
the water she thinks is wine,
goes high on the nectar through her lips,
is thus high on faith, not wine.
Friends relax, with their own,
their favorite selves on their surface,
with their faith in laughter, that godsend,
who questions the faith in friends?
Kin, by a line of blood flowing through their veins,
feel the all blotting shine of faith -
blood shall blot, clot and cleanse,
as it holds together a race.
A little child fears not,
the darkness of the night,
for it has faith in strength, faith unbent,
in its guardian's might.
A lover holds a vigil,yet she worries not,
as she knows her faith shall carry him across any sea,
and her faith in him, his in her, theirs in love,
was but only meant to be.
Under the platform of my palm,
that holds my prashad,
I feel the weight and and pull,
of the institution that is faith.
I may not sing your prayers and hymns,
I may not feel what you feel, but I do feel,
the vibes of faith that you send around,
which bring me to my knees.
In the halls of learning, worship, war and peace -
and starting thoughts are but these -
I give you my respect, if only just,
for the faith pulled from you by those who must.
We all have our Gods, and our faith,
and I put mine in my God's hand,
which nudges me to work and love,
nudges me to reap my land.
Faith, you are beautiful indeed. Which for I salute you.
For it is you who makes us human and strained,
us imperfect - but such a beautiful stain.
Us dirty but to be cleansed, us pained but to be reprived -
you make us one, as we believe.
Faith, you are beautiful indeed.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Exalt, Mine.
My hands are on you,
with every finger stroke,
I harbour only my most extreme -
for you to soak.
I wish to purge myself of you,
if it may only be,
for the unrestrained pleasure,
of seeing you outside me.
You are a frozen portrait of myself,
a momented sliver, if I may say,
and you're mine now, mine to last,
mine in every way.
You cannot feel yet, so I feel for you,
feel your contours, reflections and feel,
immerse myself in the near future,
of what you are to be.
My hands tremble as I release you,
as I hope to see truth shine,
before I give you your completion,
you unshackled part of mine.
Oh! - you - Mine!
Capsuled breath of life -
I release you!
so exalt in newfound existence!
Oh! - you - Mine!
Dedicated to the release any creator of anything gets right before he knows he's reached completion.
with every finger stroke,
I harbour only my most extreme -
for you to soak.
I wish to purge myself of you,
if it may only be,
for the unrestrained pleasure,
of seeing you outside me.
You are a frozen portrait of myself,
a momented sliver, if I may say,
and you're mine now, mine to last,
mine in every way.
You cannot feel yet, so I feel for you,
feel your contours, reflections and feel,
immerse myself in the near future,
of what you are to be.
My hands tremble as I release you,
as I hope to see truth shine,
before I give you your completion,
you unshackled part of mine.
Oh! - you - Mine!
Capsuled breath of life -
I release you!
so exalt in newfound existence!
Oh! - you - Mine!
Dedicated to the release any creator of anything gets right before he knows he's reached completion.
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