What i feel, think and imagine, I spell!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

finally a simple song

i need to write a song
and i hope now you will sing along
the best songs remain unsung
but my selfish desires stand within
they burn and rage like fire
oh my selfish desire

i can walk and trip along
as i sing and hum along
there's that sparkle in your eye
i so wanna oblige
i am so full of dust
can't you see the beauty in the lust

oh let's go now baby tango
breeze into a world of haze
as the sun dissapears
and moon's singing praise
i would tell you more at once
but lets just dance and that's a must

oh i swear i could be dead
but now i'd rather be alive
the greenery can shed
so i would cry along and cry

oh cmon now don't stop coming
i intend to keep on sucking
at your beauty dear muse
you just have me in a trance
and there is this sweet romance
as i write this truly simple song
all i wanna do is jump and jog

there will be times ahead
as we swing on and fight
let the air around us breathe
as our mirth and joy unite
there is no subtlety in sexuality
now there's no room for more
let the people die and go to hell
as i spring along alone
jump high and overboard,
there is nothing left in sight
you cannot touch my plight
my minds going places and jumping circles
oh if only you could see
that blood and dust unite

Monday, April 12, 2010

bol do na

hum jo baithe hain udhas
gum ki hai barasaat
hum jo baithe hain udhaas
gum ki hai barasaat
bolo main kya karoon
tum naa jo mere paas
hum tum jo naa hain saath
bolo main kya karoon

bol do na, mujhse tum kaho na
ab jo meri saanson mein taraang
baj rahi hai machalti yeh pawan
gaan mein bhi baaje ka umang
roshni jo chede us patang ko

bolon main kya karoon
bolo main kya karoon
bol do

ab humein jaana aur hai
gaana toh bajaana aur hai
gaa ke muskuraana aur hai
bolo main kya karoon

saath hai jashn ka mazaa
thandi thandi chalti woh hawaa
kahan chup gayi hai tu
aa bhi jaa na
sang tu gaa na
phir se jhilmila na

gaaenge phir hum sang sang
motor pe chalegi apni jung
bhaag daud hum machaenge
dhol bin phir hum gaaenge
kahan chup gayi hai tu
aa bhi jaa na

chand pighlega paani mein
raat liptegi jawaani mein
hum tum phir saath gaaenge
paani mein tilmilaaenge
jhoomenge behonsh ho jaaenge

laut aao na
laut aao na
chain se humein sone do na
mar jaane do na
thanda pad jaane do na
silvaton si sisakti is shareer ko thodi shaanti do na...

Saturday, April 03, 2010

the shell

the shell is so inviting and safe. it is so much easier to delve into it. it is so much more comfortable to swim in it, alone. it is the only true provider of comfort in this world. no family, parents, siblings, friends can provide what the shell provides, true acceptance, total acceptance, it is like the air and atmosphere in it are made to help you lie down and awake to nothingness. a place where acceptance is complete, a place where the bitch called attention is at rest, a place where there is no need to prove, anything to anyone, a place where even you can be forgiving of yourself for a while.

i love my shell, and i love the walls of my shell. i have a long standing relationship with them. my shell provides me with comfort like no other. well i ain't a glue sniffer. it's just that it's in the air. the shell is where you can be alone, devoid of the world, away from it, there is only you and thus you understands you. there is emptiness, silence, mirth. manic laughter, everything for you, selfish, mindless, numbing, but comfortable is the word, beauty is just a part which never manages to be wholesome. [manic laugh]