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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Random Rants..(2)

Organised Flutter of Random Mishaps..
Partly a motley,partly a union,crowd gather.You can very well tell that they were conscious.The hum of a thousand and more heartbeats beating out of sync,yet in some resonance,was creating an atmosphere of uniformity.I dread being part.
          Randomness is where my choices lay.To have a formula is to die.There is no such thing as organised crime.If there is ,it is not a crime.Even in the seemingly flawless tick of a second hand,there exists chances that might cause it to miss its beat.
                   Lest I fall into the miasma of serene mistakes that often have a pattern of repeating themselves,I choose the faraway mask of celebrating uniqueness.
  But the saplings have seeds in their guts,that I forgot.Slyly,I remnisce!Coyly I regret!Shamly I apologise.Rarely I go back on my mishaps because they leave no imprints,beacause they are random.No option of greater success can befuddle my addled brain to choose wisely.
             Simply taking a backflip into the enchanting mist can be immensly rewarding,as there is no randomness,neither there is impossibility of an organised result.You submit.You move over and above the results.You transcend.
       One direction,you look at hellish fires,other at the sight of greens of heaven.Don`t count the steps!!You are in bliss.

Lets Look Left...

Playing With Fire..Hell n Back.
Bribe me!Please!! Let me corrupt.Don`t worry about me going to hell! I want to go there myself.

Money!thats what drives me.It frees my insolence.Don`t indulge me too much though.But just give me enough to worry about.Getting on the wrong end of the stick doesn`t worry me any more.Actually I feel that all this while,education,morals,rules..they were there to make sure that there is a smooth transition from morals to more-'Ale's.Once you bite the golddust,you cannot go back.A monk can ofcourse sell his ferrari but he can`t past with tryst with luxury.Achieving salvation is also a luxury.Its a sin.But to escape the wordly sins to make the altar of the unworldly is itself a sin.One always is envious of himself first and then of others.You can`t escape the feeling,so drown yourself in it.Year by year you escape the inevitable.Getting waylaid by some goon or get some goon waylay someone for you is a fool`s choice.
                  Don`t be mistaken.Love is another form of many a peril one sidewalks straight into.Addiction is bad.Atleast when you are amongst the addicted,you feel part of,you don`t deel addicted.'Being high' means going high enough to pardon those souls who lie low and who envy your vertigo,albeit hidden in the veil of non-conformance.The parlance is getting mixed now.The filthy rich are nowhere filthy,the brawn is getting more brown as years pass by.Pure breed are a thing of the past now.Everyone is everyone now.We all are a family.A family which corrupts together,which wins together,which raps the knuckles of the wrongdooers together and which revels in the misery together.
                          On a tangential note,archery requires a bow,arrows and a target.What else?..hmmm a vision perhaps? it is the most important and the most frequently forgotten ingredient.But where to get all these in one place?There,there..don`t worry,its all in your head,flirting with fire,skirting around your lower drawers is considered fashionable anyways.Thieves act their thievery as if it`s a show that they are bringing out fot all of us.I feel that there is a mass driving emotion aka force in every generation.Thievery is certainly the emotion which is ruling the roost at this time.
                      Generations by generations,now are being enlightened to the succour in asking for more.More is no longer the cuss word to aspire,its no longer the wicketkeeper batsman we all loved to hate,but it is the emanicipation of that satanic theif that now has been euphemised as hunger drive.Wanting something,aiming for it and conspiring for it is the way of things now,we no longer wait ,we no longer believe in the world to conspire for us to make something happen,for the world is itself caught in the cycle akin to a dog chasing its tail.
           Nothing inspires us ingenuity ,nothing depresses as drudgery.Being smart is inchoated in the psycho of psychos.Psychos are now smart too.They are no longer the wide-eyed,toothy and slimy goons.They would loot you,yes! and in a way you would choose to be looted by them.
              Yesterday I met an old friend of mine.He was looking very drawn out.Very pale and sufferring his countenance seemed.I asked him for the reason.To my shock he pointed his scrubby hand at me.His hand lines were nowhere to be seen now.And I gasped.In one sudden realisation,I knew the reason for his plight.Because I left him behind,I neglected him all these years.
He was my conscience.   

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Luck Denies...Deny Luck The Luxury..

Luck Culls : Curse the Spare

Running out of luck?Feeling undone?mistreated?Unjustly persecuted?
You`ve every right to be agrieved!!
But look no further.Your luck is standing just besides you.Cull him,because he`ll leave you anyway.Before your charm takes liking to someone else`s fortunes,you drop the returning ladder.
But everyone I meet seems at edge,seems unlucky.So who is the lucky guy then?Where all the lucks are exodussing?The saying goes opposite poles attract,but it seems lucks are more like honey bees or part of some ant family.They all seem to be struck at few ebony heads born with silver spoons and paddy unblemished feet.These exceptions in the now general law of misery are never pushed to think about whether they are lucky or his distant relative.But they aren`t.They leech lucks,they are like the breeding grounds for enslaving and ensnaring other`s luck charms.
       The definition of the white halo ring  round one`s head rests on the heady levers that conveniently push/pull the same to their whims and fancies.So being lucky isn`t even close to being good.Its a flickering phenomenon.The halo brought you luck and respect,so did the red horns and spiked tail but it brought luck garnished and marinated in the salt of being smart and snazzy.The pot of gold however is not a certainity to hower around even if the magical concoction prepared by the druid galbatorix himself is running amok in your veins.
       It seems the shiny metal has a mind of its own.But there`s a caveat.The luck when left alone & praised leaves and when it is cursed and catcalled,bounds back to home.LUCK as it is nowadays stands for Low Utilization of Certain Kryptonic kretinity.We can have several reasons for our prowesses being unheared,unheralded and unthroned,but the catalyst in setting off that spark which in turn ignites the frigid fire is just a result of coincidences that forgot their homing coordinates.
  The carrot is dangling in front of your eyes and your feet are leaded to the ground.The story of sour grapes is all but a part if our everyday lives.The externalities are the cynosure of our lives,phrases like 'why me always' is nothing but 'why can`t he'.The internal strength,the ephemeral 'Ball of fire',the roiled guts,the bull headedness is often rolled in the sweet jelly of expectations and is then buried deep in the frigid environs of our self obsessed
inertia,never to be kindled again.
            So,as expeditiously possible,kill the unlucky luck by your lucky sword of willpower and spare the unnecessary call for heads of the already headless dreams.Dreams,Ambitions,Hope and Luck shouldn`t be just a Dahl`s fiction,make it a real blockbuster.
            Here`s wishing you luck!  

Monday, October 25, 2010

Dont Wait For Love...Feel It...

"Seldom I felt you" ,"Often I waited"

Are you within me or it is just that air that shivers past in your lacuna? I can`t answer this.My lips quiver but they fail to meet.Your absence is one big truth but your presence is an even bigger truism.
   Laggard as I`ve been,I still beat those who feel that life`s a race ..I know better.I know its not about who finishes atop but about who finishes.My patience waivers,yet I wait.Irritated,I often chuck the threadball of romance out of the window,but I found much to my chagrin and in equal measure delight that its one end is always tied to my heart sleeve.Impossible to seperate,I coil back the inhibitions.
        Every other face I cast my steely eyes on,I see you,I expect you.I anticipate that surprise thump on my back from the alley corners I frequent.A face,unblemished,full of sunny disposition beams at me with all its strength.I feel that radiance,that power which helps me define you for you.You are everywhere,yet you are uncommon, a unique expression of my heart.

Easy to give upon you I say,but don`t listen to me I insist.Talk to me or else let me enjoy the bliss.Your presence is not evading,it is just fleeting.A non person description won`t suit upon you,neither it`ll fit your presence.You deserve much more,much more than my heart filled with anguish,much more beautiful than the half baked-half setting sun,much lighter than the lightest hair of my eyebrows that fall on my request to fill my deepest wishes.I define you as much as you define me.I say the wait kills me,but it also makes me immortal to your antics.Neither I accept the loneliness nor I give upon my right to protest your absence.
              In dreams you are there.You come as if it is you who are seeking me.Comforting as your presence is,I treat myself to your absence sans dreams.
Reality is absolved and silence is left alone when you take over my conscience.You never were any problem however.The problem was never your absence ,its only your promise of absence that creates a minor quake in my left aorta.Sprouts like promises and passion accompany the nurturing of our sacred love tree.The threads of your unremebered memories and untraveled heart lengths weave around the web of our union.Semblence of your heart ramblings echo in my feet-ebbs,as I trample down my misgivings.
                 Now I believe.Not that I ever questioned my belief.Yet it takes more than your constant absence to make me loose my saints.Sanity was never bequeathed to those who choose to remain in love abyss.I gave upon mine to match yours.Special sweetness awaits one who meets the hell raisers.
            They say I am not bothered.Well they don`t know me.I am just not aware.Elusive to my own mind,I catapult my vision to your incoming.sliding the door,I let you enter.All whitened,all embossed,you show me my face.I see see me.We both see only one person.How enchanting!How ingenous!!God`s ruse to save effort on multiple identities.Your union with me was never a question.The only mystery remains is who would shatter the self focussing mirrors of the glass chambers,who would wake the dream,who will be the first one to drive the hammer to the nail head?
          Pain awaits me,yet I excitedly look forward to it,disappointment lures in shadow,yet I am ready to welcome my long lost brother.your absence lingers,yet I draw upon reserves to fight off meeting blues.Nerves wreck havoc,heartbeat dance to the death tune,mind wanders hither thither,cajoling me,goading me to give in,to submit!,to turn witness to the crime.
                       But I am loyal.I won`t.I will wait.          

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