More often than not, I feel like I am trapezing above the real world. I seldom descend to the lower grounds…I like it better that way. Gazing at the trivial going-ons of the ant-like-world; the six degrees of separation between the imaginary and the real is what keeps me alive.

I want to feel healthy again....

Blowing Hot, Hot, Hot

Sirocco…with a graphic picture of two individuals who don’t seem to care much for clothes (its hot after all!) plastered on every wall and pole. I often wonder, who makes these movies and who can actually act (is that what it is called?) in them. Apparently, a whole bunch of people considering how often the posters change. Not much different from Bollywood anyway, where a need for cheap thrills emerges victorious over storylines...sad.

Foot prints

I stared at the floor of the auto; the dirt, the peeling paint and the invisible foot prints that have scarred its surface. Imprints of people walking in and out, traveling along only till their destination. Like the people in my life. And I always let them leave. How can you hold on to someone who wants to go...

Somethings never change,
Even when emotions get way outta range,
So Calvin, this I guarantee,
There's much more we gotta see!

The ones you lose are not real friends…

Dr. Woo's Philosophy # 203

If you think the world's looking grey,
Take off those dark coloured glasses for heaven's sake!

Dr. Woo is back... Hold on for the pearls of infinite wisdom!

Whats in a name...

I really don't know. To me you are more than a name...I could call you thousands of different names because there are so many ways to describe you, so many things you make me feel...then how can I dare restrain you by a chain of letters?
I wrote a story once...about two people, people like you and me...I don't remember giving them names...public names...for that would undermine their essence.
There are stereotypes in names...there are stories in nicknames. I will call you that I promise...that is all I promise.

'tween the copper sun and silver moon,
I weave my dreams and fantasies,
the surreal spindle spins
my yarns of insanity,
I wear the sheath
to cover my life,
impenetrable.

"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean. "

From Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Time to move, I daresay...

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

From ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe

There are fragments of me lying restless across barren time,
Piece me together. I have waited so long.

The flycatcher munched on Mr. Mosquito loudly,
I could smell the electric funeral!

A worried man with a worried mind
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin's eyes
I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train
Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose

People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed

This place ain't doing me any good
I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

I've been walking forty miles of bad road
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't win with a losing hand
Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street

I hurt easy, I just don't show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I'm love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Mr. Jinx and Miss Lucy, they jumped in the lake
I'm not that eager to make a mistake

The song has been in my head all day...Play it again Dylan?!

The man sat on the roadside with his array of bright plastic wares, checking his reflection on the sun-tinted glass of each passing car...no change.

My eyes are blind but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel there's no place freezing me

Snowblind-Black Sabbath

I had almost forgotten the sound of Sabbath...

The little raft tossed upon the rising white waters. Funny, thought the raft, the river never behaved this way. He had always drifted with the current, lazily basking in the warm sunlight across many lands. But now the river seemed to have a mind of his own.
The dark figure on the raft was trying hard to chart their course as the waters grew stormier. They had been together so long...it was so hard to let go. He paddled harder and the resistance grew. Suddenly, he was holding on for his dear life.
The raft realized first...He had to weather this storm alone. He mustered up all his strength and swirled in the current. Slowly, he built a force with which he flung himself near the banks. The dark figure now lay safely on the side while there were remnants of a raft dancing in the whirlpool.

Stark images
Bright Lights
Chasing a mirage
I wanted to make the world look beautiful!

You leave home...
Once again the baby
Freshly dug out
of the womb
Tied by an umblical
Naked and insecure
In a mess
You cry.

Realization came...late as usual...

Punditji navigated the morning rush on his Hero Passion, his tools of trade slung over his left arm...it was business as usual.

The outward shows of sky and earth,
Of hill and valley, he has viewed;
And impulses of deeper birth
Have come to him in solitude.

In common things that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart,--
The harvest of a quiet eye
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

A Poet’s Epitaph- William Wordsworth (1799)

Ambition....

The autowalla gestured to the Merc driver that his tyres needed a check and looked longingly inside the rolled-up windows....

I could barely stand.
The music played on.
Twisted psychedelic dreams.
Eyes staring through a broken kaleidoscope.
Comprehending faces in silhouettes of charcoal black.
Life passing in spasms of irrelevance.
The moment was over.

The lights have dimmed,
The walls are closing in,
The world bears a different colour...
of the unknown,
of the end.

Love is a forced choice...

She peeked from the veil
Smiled
Slowly slipped off her excesses
And emerged a butterfly.

Coffee in the Candlelight

I walk into the cafe to meet some friends and poof...blackout! Better still..not a soul in the shop...so I order my Mocha and cookie...strum the badly-out-of-tune guitar...in the candle light....and wait....

It wasn't so bad after all!

Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin
I've been waiting for you
Signed, with a home tattoo,
Happy birthday to you was created for you
(can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can't I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces)
Oh, it'll take a little time,
might take a little crime
to come undone now

We'll try to stay blind
to the hope and fear outside
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind
And blow me in to cry
Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone

Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers
(Can't ever keep from falling apart
At the seams
Can I believe you're taking my heart
To pieces)
Lost, in a snow filled sky, we'll make it alright
To come undone now

Explain please...anyone...Duran Duran???

Fooling people and fooling myself...
I pretended to be what I am not..
Yesterday I slept with that feeling.
Today I woke up with finality...

Called off compromises,
Made a few adjustments...
Don't know if things will change...
But I have done my job for the day.

Tomorrow may bring hurt and regret...
but these things don't last, do they???
Replaced or forgotten....
Today is all that should matter!

Not many make it in an alternative career.
The stakes are too high.

I roamed Middle Earth again...

Two drops are we
losing our identity
as we merge in the ocean
not ourselves or together
part of a vast existence
always