Konwar Ma'am

Ma`am you are alluring rich with knowledge and teasingly warm with kindness, enticing smell of honey dripping words. I was there as a kid covered in dust laden books, with scribbled notes and meandered thoughts. Reminiscing about those words today seems like a golden drop that’s penetrated my visage in yesteryears. Your tutelage carefully drove and made me cross the asymmetrical ridge of a bitter world that waited to unfurl. Your esoteric ways had molded and framed me, the sweet and earthly aroma still lingers somewhere deep within. The inextricably entwined nugget of your teachings is still redolent. Those English classes and subjects, the metallic tip of my pen, recalls me back to the Cerebral School of yours. What more could I possibly afford to ask? No futile commodity can re-traded the lofty skimmed knowledge, you hold and confer. I am in debt for those gazillion conversations, tinkling melody of chalk darted on blackboards, and ornamentally Zen laced English grammar you thoughts. Marshalling my strength towards a new dimension, your words dropped like a heart- halting and eye opening views. Ma`am I will always be a student of a solitude world, whirring into an abandoned world, so cold. Always trying to reach for the Talisman, in earthy waves and octaves of yours...Happy Teacher Day!!

Thanks for everything,

I Remain,

Roop

Sky

walking down the trellised stones archway
Crooning the joyous song
bloomed and wreathed bougainvillea flowers caressing the nature
flights of thousand doves down the river`s edge
Cajoling the shinny smithereens stone particles
Underneath the hooked up sun
Slowly the light drifts
Enshroud the velvet akin astral wallpaper
blackening the canvas,slaking the breeze
A waiting for hours
Sky painted magically
Ringed strokes of brush with all grey shades
Swooping high and low
Natures bromide way to a threadbare sky

The things which flabbergasted me,so sometime that irked me.The joy of founding someone without thriving on to them.Blithe which imbues like the dripping sweet honey.Discombobulated and disoriented .Pensiveness drifts like a macabre in to the body.

synthetic lorn fusing the corrupt mind.
Harbinger of the ghoulish things
On what to thrive? and on what to leer on?
the glisten up fury and the stable fear
the secret society lurking the underworld
darkened mystic crafts to be played

hours

Some things are meant to be broken. The hourglass and the stained memories. Years of thoughts and whispers are now daubed with fresh embitterment. Calloused sand castles, nightmares reigns .When all the desires seems despaired and gone. The waves of inhumanity bleaks. I oblige for no more favor. The razor forged tongue slits my heart open out.I tried, I failed. The voices still carries the dark phases. I am not asking for answers, nor I am thinking about the question. The ripped soul of mine doesn’t bother much to care. The excruciating pain is not because of love. I only know that I need to smile when I think of you. The sporadic dribbling in the puddle of flailing love. I am going far way. I don`t want to plead or want to lick by falling at your feet. The darkened sky above me is painted with velvet caresses. The air carries reek of you. The domain runs skewed where my head whizzes. I am sure there won’t be any heaven for me. My heart is obsessed with crippled agony.

I made it

"My insides are happening too!"
"I think your camera has better vision than my own eyes."
"Wow! My knees are getting older than me."
"Don't try to act like you don't owe the government anything when you're still wiping your ass with Charmin toilet paper."
"NAPALM CARPET!"
"Cheese is good and all but drugs are much better."
"I knew you were saying ten monsters but I thought you meant minutes."
"You son of a fuck nut, I'll chop your dick head off. Go ahead and hit me with a ball."
"Look, he's holding his face and it's not really his face."
"I don't feel like cleaning up God's mess every time something goes bad."
"We are pocketopposites. Are you from Pocketopia?"
"I'm not drunk nut."
"I crate Jesus Heist!"
"They came to expect my inpartment."
"It's too big to go in the hole and when I get it in the hole it's not long enough. Then the ball sinks into my face."
"Do I ever take long to count the money!?"
"I do be good to him the much that I can."
"It's very nice to have your body on my body."
"Somewhere else, someBODY else just thought of us. And we thought of them too.And we don't even know each other."
"Did that look like people crawling up poles to you? Oozing up poles..."
"This is how you have to analyze life---- I saw the future."
"Oh, John! It's one of those things!"
"We see things differently than you do."
"I feel like I've been here before.
-You haven't. I know what you mean though.We've taken similar paths but we've never
been right here before."
"You're like splitter splatter every time."
"I burn for Sarah.-I'd burn you for Amy."
"You don't know what I'm seeing right now.No wonder my eyes are so big."
"Brains fall from my regions."
"I think we may be killing our divinity with alcohol."
"I can't squeeze a human out of me and teach it to be a human."

"The problem with most people when they're not drunk is that they're sober."
"I feel like bubbling, boiling hell."
"I don't think Jesus has a myspace. Like, the real Jesus."
"Ignore these four words."
"I've never met Jesus but I bet he smells like shit."
"Fuck Elton John.-I could because I'm a guy but you couldn't because he's gay."
"I'm waiting for your computer to explode and for a piece of shrapnel to hit me in the face."
"Don't poop in your mouth. It's rude."
"It's got a sheen of innocence, with an undercurrent of drugs, just like you."
"The only reason bitches have belly buttons is to have somewhere to stick your fuckin' gum
on the way down!"
"It's my ass on my ass so it IS my ass and it was free."
"Don't hit me with a metal hat!HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!ROFLMMFAOS!!!!!!!!!!!!
"She's conforming to our thing. I don't know what to call it yet.-Body writing."
"OH MY BILL HICKS!"
"His ceiling went through the head. -That's a hell of a piercing."
"That was far from the lift and swoop technique. That was more along the lines of wallow and wake people up."
"You're this crazy little mammal that I like to touch."
"Throw it up toward my hole."
"I didn't do it. I just opened my legs a little bit."
"Your cherry survived! -I doubt it!"
"I'm glad we did this!"
"They are all drugs. I am a druggie."
"what the fuck happened with that last election? sorry." -MJK
"pay attention, stoners."-MJK
"if i'm not fired by monday i'm burning that place to the ground." (i just want to clarify
that i did not say this.)
"huffing air duster can cause permanent damage... ... ...to the brain."-"case in point."
"i'm gonna take all the meat and cheese out of that sub and poop in it. then later i'm
gonna say, "hey, gabi! come eat this sub!"
"you're the kinda guy that would get steve irwin punched by a stingray."
"you need to keep your moped at idle."
"it's more of an enthusiastic chant." (on how rob zombie doesn't sound like a dumbass
when he says "yeaaah", unlike that stupid rapper.)
"i've never been this happy in my life."
"i think this occurrence has changed my future."
"tony's gone to get fidgewidgets."
"john wants to rob some sleezy hookers of their crack tonight."
"hotels are sleezy."
"if anyone has to fight a crackwhore, it's john."
"we should all throw up in this cup a litle bit and each take a shot of it."
"i say we waltz around and take our enthusiasm out on the city."
"i'm about to slap tony, fred flinstone style."
"i think that's when the small turd slithered out of my bumhole."
"it's cold in the room. tap on a can."
"you look like you've been flying a glider with no goggles."
"you're a white boy. you can't handle stuff like that."
"this is definitely the best year. and probably other years previous to that."
"i'm probably fired so every day will be friday."
"hey, thomas... i mean, marc. reach in that cooler and get me a dr. pepper."
-"no."
-"hey, thomas."
"fresh breath gum makes the smell

Shakespeare often talks about triumph in death. A great man lives a great life,
 and dies a great death. His end - is the rest of his life. I know psychology says that suicide
is downright cowardly, but why do life takers become heroic leaving us not only with our own anguish, but forcing to reflect on theirs. It is not death, but the manner of death that makes a point, creates  an impact.Suicide is painless.It brings on many changes .

bathed in mouthfull of moonlight

The vision that is bathed through the oceans and the dopey eyelids that orbs to the end .The fins that she flutters and expands as she ran down through sight.The last moment contracting and slashing the waters.The fingers that ravenously drifts to the violent flurry as she glanced to me with an unnoticed way.Pretty sure as she plays with the tresses,circling and circling.The twists tht resembles of a coral geometry.From the chaos of dwellers she cant forget the voices deep within.The trembling snared by call for him.The slice of her paper body that is all ready to exfoliate by a mere sight of    him. Amidst through the glass

So the days are becoming irascibly annoying and nights are becoming calculative. I got iota of clue when I am awake ,when I am sleeping. These holidays had curved out a lazy sloth out of me. Being reading, learning and listening to a lot of blues and metal music lately. I droop when I am bored of these ,I sleep. Also watched few movies and two and a half men.

If I have to write all what I did,it will eat up of kbs.But here I am with an abridge version.The main is that I don’t have an internet connection as of now .Plus I am damn tardy to keep blog updated ,not too imperative to capsize anything.Its just me slugging and watching  my dreams seamlessly fading .The burden of life is piling up.I cant muster up the courage to bridle what I planned.So many things are lined up in pipe-line.Anyway I am rentless. My hearts beats, So many things are inside it, hopes you never find it out.

finished reading Casual Vacancy

courtesy to bhakti mehta for lending me this book

JK Rowling first book I read.DOnt frown or look at me in that fashion.Yeah I don`t like Harry Potter or ever had any desire to read those fantasy  books.But Casual Vacancy is kinda aphasia ,still scintillating .Good book.

Current Read is _ ULYSSES by JAMER JOYCE butdontknowwhenamIgonnafinishit

will order this book soon- reviews have been good
chronicles of a corpse bearer by cyrus mistry

FINISHED READING  myth=mithya by devdutt pattanaik..I also met the writer at Literary Carnival 2012 Mehboob studio,Bandra. I wont say its a nice book who likes mythology.But for a noobie  it more a precise handbook or dictionary to understand about gods and demi-gods.

Such a hard-ass shit..threw it after reading few pages.not my cup of chai..for anyone who reads economic times as a muse for him its a goldmine .I attended for his lecture too at Literary Carnival 2012

Ruchir Sharma – Author of Breakout Nations

cel·lu·loid

that`s what they had to say about my eye-sight

tribute to metal gods

insane prophecy

GUTSLIT

happy feet Amey ka ek leg par and mera do leaabank dadar 19/3/2013

cameraman mugged me 18/3/2013 ICT,Mumbai

will quaff the ale soon

I am not a band member,but those are my buddies