Some tangents you don't recognise,
a tingle sliding down, a shared feel.
Trip away crazy night, shoot through,
send away, strong like rays of light.
Get involved, reach out, set it in motion
responses bounce off, angling, grand planning.

Chance your arm

Break beats punctuate the lull,
Stop,edit your résumé,resume to debug.
As the Sun Rises in Angola,
I am worried about my 3 quid.
Egypt, O Egypt,
I hope you come through.
I have my ticket wrapped in cellophane,weather proof
But tied to a seventy lakh stone, it sure can sink.
Its that time of the day on that kind of day,
when Sunshine bouncing off a metal facade,
Can brighten your mind before blinding your eyes.
Isnt it lovely when you have rolled down your dices?
Waiting to see how they turn out.


P.S : Dedicated to Sara,Hemant, Arko,Robin and people working around me at SAP

Weather

condensed air sweeps along the neckline,
strange insects beep secret signs.
wailing , reaching out ,filling up the cracks,
the voids beckon, seeking a fit-in.

At a wedding of strangers

I've seen this space fill up,
with people i know not..
I've been here from the beginning,
watching them cloak a happy scene in a sad melody..
Flowers placed in order,
a geometry to the flow..
Rain falling on glittering lights,
walk the green carpet..

Unbeautiful

Refined oil soaks wafers of potatoes,
beer breath and bellied of lard.

Tar sticking on the pink of lung,
an orgy of vibe,clear glass stained by ash.

Blatant symbols of power,feeding greed,
neon halos for the gods of music.

The exilir sells in varied synthetic hues,
GANDHI exchanged for a moment's load.

Feel it ripping up sheets of silence,
a green sprayed with blobs of purple

Float

A stone ,in flight,set into motion,
shooting out through a dust cloud,
kicked up by a wheel of peace,
Slow motion, a liferaft safe in cohesive air,
greenery on the window pane.

Shells of holy smoke,intruders come and go,
spaced out,reaching an outcome,
somewhere in between a worry and a scene,
its filling up,cup to lip, song to soul,
a drench, a stone in place.


* dedicated to a trip to the tibetean settlement in Kushalnagar with Hemant

Black Parade

The Show is on,
the ceremony has begun,
Its time for a downer,
Bringing home the stoner..
The nomad's drowning pool,
The gathering ground of the uncool,
The color tonight is black,
the vibe is dark,
we follow the medicine man,
we trust his plan,
Under a spell he wove..
The zombie parade marched..
To the land of sin.
It was Rock N Roll..