A spoonful of love in a sea of bonhomie,
Psychedelic house tours,
Wafts of conversation,
A minefield of stories to be treaded with fake interest,
A pretty gazelle drinking from the long-haired pond of jazz,
Strains of talent mixed with human nature,
Noise, rocks and stones,
This is life’s chrome upgrade.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wall E Future
Two refrigerators will break the ice
Two ovens will turn the heat on
Two walls will meet in the corner
Two tube lights will create a new dawn
Two telephones will get engaged
Two firms will merge into one
A golf club will swing both ways
Two matchsticks will ignite the passion
Two hadron colliders will have a big bang
Two dashboards will press the right buttons
Two UV sensors will feel each other up
While two people struggle to start a conversation.
Two ovens will turn the heat on
Two walls will meet in the corner
Two tube lights will create a new dawn
Two telephones will get engaged
Two firms will merge into one
A golf club will swing both ways
Two matchsticks will ignite the passion
Two hadron colliders will have a big bang
Two dashboards will press the right buttons
Two UV sensors will feel each other up
While two people struggle to start a conversation.
Monday, September 08, 2008
The Best Things in Life
Have you ever wondered
How the best things in life
Are always those that you encounter
When you least expect to
They come to you just when
You are lost in the mundane
Mired by the fetid
Feeling uninspired
Or just being a gene machine
Like a song on the radio
By a band you have never heard before
But that moves you and sometimes
If you are lucky
Gives you goosebumps
Like an act of kindness
Which is just that
And nothing more
Like a train of thought
That leads you to understand
The work of a genius
Like a sudden realization
Of youth
Like a strangers smile
That you return
Long after they are gone
Like a phone call from the past
That takes you back
Where you have always wanted to go
But didn’t know the way
Like someone reminding you
Of something you said long ago
That they liked and remembered
While you forgot
Like stealing furtive glances
At someone and to find
Them stealing glances at you
Like reading a line
A para, a page
That perfectly expresses something
You felt but
Could never find words for
Like a sincere compliment
Like a thought provoking conversation
With someone you barely know
Like someone you love
Exploding your façade
Making you feel naked
And loving you back
For what you are
How the best things in life
Are always those that you encounter
When you least expect to
They come to you just when
You are lost in the mundane
Mired by the fetid
Feeling uninspired
Or just being a gene machine
Like a song on the radio
By a band you have never heard before
But that moves you and sometimes
If you are lucky
Gives you goosebumps
Like an act of kindness
Which is just that
And nothing more
Like a train of thought
That leads you to understand
The work of a genius
Like a sudden realization
Of youth
Like a strangers smile
That you return
Long after they are gone
Like a phone call from the past
That takes you back
Where you have always wanted to go
But didn’t know the way
Like someone reminding you
Of something you said long ago
That they liked and remembered
While you forgot
Like stealing furtive glances
At someone and to find
Them stealing glances at you
Like reading a line
A para, a page
That perfectly expresses something
You felt but
Could never find words for
Like a sincere compliment
Like a thought provoking conversation
With someone you barely know
Like someone you love
Exploding your façade
Making you feel naked
And loving you back
For what you are
Sunday, February 03, 2008
If Wishes Were Time Travel...
..Then I would talk to everyone I wanted to
..Then I would make more friends
..Then I would keep more friends
..Then I would not be afraid of failure
..Then I would never talk back to my parents
..Then I would start working out at 18
..Then I would never take the first drag
..Then I would keep a ponytail in college
..Then I would ride a cruiser bike instead of Hero Puch
..Then I would be a rebel without a cause
..Then I would study English literature in college
..Then I would go to college in
..Then I would take a one year break before college
..Then I would tell my first crush of my crush
..Then I would have my first kiss at 15
..Then I would participate in debate competitions
..Then I would ask my parents to have a daughter
..Then I would beat the shit out of that lousy sardar kid
..Then I would not have met that lousy sardar kid
..Then I would always be a child..
(..to be continued over the next bout of insomnia)
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