Sunny side up :) The album for this week

Sidd Coutto

the dirty strokes

Glimpse of I-Rock XXVII, Andheri ,chitrakoot ground

The so called insane log(metal heads and rock music lovers)

The ugly Crew and the white duckling .

The camera makes me laugh.

The wiggling tongue and two sane guys with insane heads

The devourment to palate. and the four hungry devils

not gonna share my piece. shoo shoo

if you`re  not old school you are not cool.. eh? Brahma the thrash metallers

The observation..The blasting sound

count the horn devils.

pout faced seemanta da and bespectacled prantik da and over weight elephant

 

Vishal Dadlani of Pentagram

The surge The Power.. yeah we are ZYGNEMA from Mumbai..

The bloated light and the viewers

time when BLACK STAT BLUES played.. the blues wala mood

guttural twins of bhanayak maut..

warren mendosa the guy who do sex with guitars

Shadow Fall

I know berta,
That in this morning after,
The thoughts running through our heads,
You stayed the night awake?
Worried about me?
No, Just another chaos night,
In your chaos life,
So I want to know,
How does it all make you feel berta?
Are the emotions stronger then words yet?
As I sit here,
As you sit there,
That wall of glass you built between us,
Now you see, I am sit of watching you,
Screw it up, I cannot stand being here,
And not being here,
To be an object best watched,
Its not me, And as I prepare to fly away,
I know that its the end,
Only because you say so,
You wanted help, You've been helped, You wanted a love, You where loved,
You wanted to be held and feel safe, And you did,
You wanted everything that I could offer and then some...
And I gave, But I give to you this time,
Our farwell, I know you wish to live with your sister,
It will destroy you, And in a year from now,
I won't be willing to pick up your pieces for you.
Farewell Berta,
We had a good run but a relationship needs 2 people to be one,
The....Absense from you being here....always kinda wheren't here,
All that "I don't care..." I really hope you learn around it all,
But As good as you get, You live with swines, Your doomed to fail...
I'll see you in court, nov 19th 10am till 4pm 6 HOUR COURT ATLEAST!

black-ish friday 23/11/2012

Ugh...Goshhh..fuck..
Not been doing much lately.
Had a pretty good last night..
I,kurkure,coke & I (:
Kindaa got ruined by the pamper joy when i got hostel though ='(
L O V E is totally over rated..I love you
Never really thought that i`d loose it like a bohemian
Suppose Love ain`t what it used to be..the moot of two confluence heart..
Maybe a fresh start will clear my mind.
Kinda' fed up of getting messed about it.
But I have my inkling absurdity..so that`s all that matters to me right now (:
& of course my best-est Mrs Guitar..not seen her in time..*Sighs*
Kinda' miss living at my mums too ¬_¬
Well could do with some one to talk to... :]
Would be nice (:

Much Love. x Kurkure ^.^
Mood: Blahhh..fuckity fuckity fucken

french lies

 

 the old table witnessing the gag of an evening schmoozing.The dipped in thought and the smirk over her face.Now slender and joyous life means.roadside footloose sharing glances and embarking on new fortunes to grab...............

run

the specks of dust running all over the hills
rummaging for the long rustic tales of days bygone
hiding and honing the shades of weakness
I lay weak
the blood runs black
The armor seems heavy and
the dismay enshrouds
I am just a cog in the big wheel of satanic occult
my master of darkness
let it be..

nikon

girnar :)

I am back and hit the college threshold.I am fuzzy with the whole scenario...Dunno how will I troll the whole day. Hmm I should kill this ecstasy over a cup of tea. I just discovered a nice tea stall near to my college..Its GIRNAR tea. I am little bit head over heels to this stall.
They dont sell lapsang or oolong ceylon tea ..but I tasted some clean garlic tea..
bye

t-shirts :)

really need to put some mature filter on it more :P

nai Dp wali Diwali

ah another festive season looming with tales..braiding tales with kith and kin..The sweet ladoo from the aunt next door and the smile unhooded. The brats bursting crackers .The next door girl making cubes and weird geometrical rangolis. The streets dangling with chandeliers and the earthen lamp glowing. Chinese lanterns emblazoning diwali greetings. uncrafted joy the father gets when he assist his kid with dazzling crackers and the way they slew it around. and the shyly elder sister wooing the guy next door..I am there witness everything from my friends balcony. The cold beer streaming down my faucet throat..and....
The more I try hard to find myself linked with joy,the more i am drifting away from something i dont want to loose.The gripped my grilled rod and the fad. The smog inside up head and the bustling whiz. Another yeaar another festival away from dear ones. ah crap why I am becoming morose.. cheers and warm wishes to everyone.   :)