I am digging this album as of now

Rectified Spirit from Guwahati, India have announced the release of their self titled debut album..I am listening to them as of now..They are feral with bravura of a bit complexity..yet great 

Straps

They all say, touch is a big deal. Must be, and why wouldn't it be. The flash of a cerebral lift with a faintly fineness.The inception scooted with utter most disgust..There aint good..when the fist moves up to pull down the diplomat. The straps to glittering ear rings.Tricky ornaments to deceive. she wasnt unaware of the straps that were used..She was a nubile when she learned to wear those.The heels which are holded to the ground.The gripped up and the lined up eye above.She picked up all that which would make her beautiful..The lame minutes she wasted everyday in tying those straps..she would recline around pillar to fix them up..She would go out..she would be caught somewhere when her sleeves and straps would pinch her thumb and index finger..Yet she would wear those nasty things with a pride.The tress of her hair fixed in a retro way..The waves of her hair would sank any mans heart..the distored eyes would execute the whole race..the flex which gush down every one who tries to swim to her..The touch of her creates a beguiling sensation that would cripple you down..the crumpled bra and the wafting perfume would stupor the senses..she never understoood the aura she parted away..the whiff that anyone would die for to sank into her bed...the tortuously passion which beveled fashion

                                               

had to be there

afternoon becomes more of a thespian delight when we share some thing good with candid humans.but the fun comes to a waste when we need to sit inside a seminar hall and gurgled by some talks when sound so aphasia..The complexity is not an ease to comprehend. learning new things have always been a matter of pain to my ass..If its towards a technical dimension my brains shows a display ~PLEASE DON'T DISTURB~..Far away I become a escapist..The process to lay down the words with seems like a fashion for the teachers..i still dont understand how these insignificant notes have changed me as a person..what makes me a distinct individual.Maybe I pash for a good-life..Grr fuck it..right at the moment the words and technical jargon seems to trickle my mind..the order of life seems so diff for everyone..I do things which  i hate and still long to do things which I like..maybe I should change myself for a better cause..and why still my mind goes with an answer NO all the time..Am i so lethargic to admit or to walk upon the lane my mind forge..its a deep twitch of confusion that will eat me one day

profound joy in bitchy winter

DATE-20/01/2013
LOCATION- ICT, Mumbai
the ungodly hours beckons when some lunatic had to open the halls of winter window pan..Bleagghhhh.I am swamped inside a couple of duvet..The fan is still running round and round..for the sake of love plz someone switch of the fan.I shouted..I know Mumbai winters wont kill me,still I was ululating as if this frappe chillness will rive me up..Grr!! fuck am I? Its 4 am why am I suppose to be awake ?come on now.. The bitterness of winter can`t be cursed..its a troll that humanity should be considerate about unlike most of subversive things..by 5am i am all swathed up in winter warm wooly cloths..
~Gosh winter are not that tart as it used be in back home~ i spoke to myself..
time was worth deluding in complaints..septic slurs..I trudged around the campus and The numbness of my flesh had fizzled.What MUmbai winters had to offer was soothing I must say..It was only the morning that feigned that reluctance in me..I blushed as i gazed  the solar flakes dripping from that big circular geometry..it was superlative..I carried myself to the ground stile where I perched with a delight..holding a plastic cup of chai ..I was lost in the chest of the serenity..the celestial connotation i felt when i realized even the sun god is moving his tongue ,maybe mocking me slowly changing itself from organe to slight red..The rays do hurt the eye lids..I am not fond of winter morning,but this day is like a ascetic divine

It has to end some how

Purplish ..the stoned up life, unfolds...watching is just like slipping away from the shores..maybe the shades of deep purple of wait to waited.I would come again.The pain of more deeper colour as my skin exfoliates.The tinge of pink..glittering blood drops never stops..The view is so frappe...So cold.The upper lip resembles up the magnanimity of blowing kisses..shades of choco sings of your salacious crafts..shadows deepened as it creases..The crisis of life reflects..the colour which is more of a havoc..brimmed down to resolve..redefined to cease..life occludes..pink colour drains..what would be the colour of longing?..The fiery sparks that corrodes with age..auburn soaked with ache..as life is a aftermath of suffering ..life which is stimulated in trajectories ..continues until we are totally perished ..so many black and white canvases  that we try to colour with vividness..but the refute that will still be unharness..hidden somewhere safe in our souls..restlness still linger and colour us with vacillation..The uncharted spaces of life where evil death slowly lurks us down........

*fulka*

watch me fade way..what would you prescribe me to gain my sanity back..The fondling squeals I would make to keep myself alive.The beckoning strokes and the dribbling angst of a metaphorical demented head..karma forced you to see me suffer?? come on come on start the lynching ..race me down..bitch..remove your thong.My head is a coconut..The bolts are rusted and the menace is splitting..say what would you prescribe me?walnuts walnuts walnuts ???? bitch..The fallen cowardice hedonistic..did you get your name?? think mother fucker before you open your gutter faced mouth..the generation pilloried with a disgust..sewer trodden, when I shoved my degree..
beg for life you scum harlot...beg beg..Fuck me Malice ...when is your bhagwan now..
Did you ask for life now?? hosh hosh hosh bleeeaaghhhh..We are all deluded,you are nothing but  just a tiny fucked up weasel..

somewhere up in the ricochet..I am hanged and  the station of dreamscape is calcified ..my blood began to pour down..Skies are crafted with my agony..when no ones dreams come to reality.where everything is far cry..where mother no longer sings lullaby.they sing eulogy ..canopy of shame enmeshed my head..suck my ass jollie...jollie ..darling ..bitch take a piss and plunge me in..

Some Intoxicating lines

"Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate . . ."
--THE STRANGER [1942] by Albert Camus

"Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live. Where was the judge he had never seen? Where was the High Court he had never reached? He raised his hands and spread out all his fingers. But the hands of one of the men closed round his throat, just as the other drove the knife deep into his heart and turned it twice." --THE TRIAL [1925] by Franz Kafka

"But yet I am firmly persuaded that a great deal  of consciousness, every sort of consciousness, in fact, is a disease." --NOTES FROM  UNDERGROUND [1864] by Fyodor Dostoevsky

cliff burton

Apart

The awkwardness that avalanche my mind with the initial enduring its brushes .Maybe its a long time since I lost the shyness of falling in lerve for the first time.I remember the talks and gossips and again re-talking everything again n again.We were constantly running out of things to talk.We liked to travel every time with each others arm. The phases which slowly exfoliated itself and emotions toyed with so much love and divinity.The dinner talks where we used to fondle and the goofed with the forks.Sharing the dessert and still you wanted more.The talks at Coffee Cafe Day where you would made rhythm with your nails and annoyed me.And the tune you used to croon into my ears which I didnt understand.And the silence which you used to buy from me with your words. Sometimes that silence would make us happy too.and sitting and getting lost before we took that leap.
Days passed,then weeks and years trolled.But we realized somehow or the other we are not meant for each other.Left behind were some sublimating pain which was holding us back.Or the future which was still stalking us in a more mysterious way where we can meet someone more suitable.You will get one better, but where will I get one more better than you.These sort of imaginary doubts was corroding me deep within.
I just want to say how far you may not go,to create a love-line my blessing and caring will always be there.This has to creep up sometime or the other.The rawness in love will never ripe..No matter what enveloped us ,we will start a new day soon.

Window

The short journey was really tiring each inch the car moved. It was gutted and jaded and my body was really demanding for some rest.It was a long road and car was blocked..The people were trying to take a lead and of course everything was a havoc.I was beating the front deck of the car in anxiousness ,as my friend was smoking his cigarette behind.I dunno somehow it made me cough and I was trying to make him understand about my uneasiness. Infront of  my phantom annoyance he failed and shrugged.The button he pushed helped to roll the window down.It settled my fidgety somehow .A gust of fresh air ruminated the car interior. The wafted of air was really welcoming,it touched my face.While I can see his face which was simmering with disgust.I seem to have an aversion to this roll of nicotine which they puff and makes other nauseating.That wont make them think for some brainer ,which could be an ease of the other persons.anyway that would be a history how I tolerate this person.
I was sitting and I am in no mood to institute my moral lectures. my mood was already infuriated a while ago because of the scene.Honking cars and lunatics racing to make a cut down competition.I just let myself flow in and out.The shaky breath could definitely improvise my mood.The sun was going down the dream scape,escaping the green grassland.The tinge of orange rays crafting a canvas with its obscured vividness.The carousels,I was making around it as my car moved fast.My friend also head up high to witness it.I thought he closed his eyes as if he was in a slumber.The furrowed eye lids was telling another tales of its own.As if they were teasing me in an inscrutable way.The pain which i got after the cough I produced was conflicting one.It was although reviving as we reconciled.The peace finally hovered between us.I wont be the one who would like to put anything on the brim of confusion and unhealthy relations.

it was getting azure and darkness was prevailing. I yanked my phone and dug into the keypad..the mobile flashed.I opened and read the flipped winged sms.I hustled the phone and placed it on the dash board..I swamped and lolled as I propped my leg next to the phone.I cant stop looking at pretty lady in the car next to me.She was stunning and superlative.she was like inordinately distinctive. crap I was talking to my self ,why cant I draw my eyes out of her.I was framing tales about befriending with her..chatting and sipping tea.I was laughing in my memory and celluloid cured up.Our car was closing by her side.Even her eyes fell on me.She had her intriguing eyes dug into mine. I felt something,a surge of joy with a wince of shame conduit within me.Some jolt,some connection. Our eyes gazed before I doffed off mine.maybe we both were dreaming.Our car jolted fast and overtook her.In a minute it seemed I lost something.Like a unrelenting demise of something.I was looking back and forth for some miracle to happen. Stranger ,am i too enshrouded with my own delusional thoughts ?what was that ?my vision and thoughts seems to get clogged.I was restless and covered myself with a woolly shawl. I covered my head and started dreaming where by any chance I could have that whisper from that lovely stranger

escapism

The giggling and the frowned up face .The hooting of those old ladies at the moldy and musky building balcony..circles of human faces gazing and sweeping every pedestrian  ..out of my hair  I can see my hands locked..The crinkled noses of mine..The anxiety of roaming alone in the streets of dadar..The reek of this city i detest...wish I could sit at my hostel room and get lost in the inescapable station of my dreaming land..the dreams which goes on..the miles uncounted and so many weird destination to trudge upon.. the brilliant euphony I can composed while i am on a voyage ...the loosen me in my own wonderful world..carpe diem..but the brutal septic truth had to show again..the honks of the cosmopolitan life.. the rut that i fail to break despite all my effort..I am lost in the horizon of my own destiny.. A thread from this secret society that testify my endurance..wish I could make my enchanted dream scape into a reality..

RIP AARON SWARTZ 1986-2013

Choli ke peechhey

The dew drops and the sunlight riving it..The squawking of morning birds..My ears absorbed all I could and my days dazzled....The more I try to ponder..it reminds me of Guwahati..the mosaic and the fragmented views..Like the e Balzac’s on Paris..The pallid souls of humans here are diff..so ill-assorted compared to rest ..a shallow breathtaking boldness which is beyond any  comparison..
Except for the pean(triumph) songs of the Bollywood...some good people with such a formidable style of my ffriends..makes me wonder we are here to study or to give our contribution to the parlance of fashion statments.Styles.. some skrillex and some stilettos talks.. The frock and the untrimmed hem.The talks about the cholis that goes with a torn jeans..This turbulent raid in market do brust some will articulated innovations..but does it look like I give a fuck..

The gifted internal server error in me.

  Bihu is here and I am feeling Nostalgic .Though I am not fond of those pittas or pancakes..its the human congregation/nexus that me feel bad..and many more thing..should I feel futuristic.
2013 is here and I feel no diff. I was not expecting any drastic changes though.
To trudge the walk of life and dig up stuffs..I am still behind..I guess I ran from the truth..The burden that comes with the  life I choose to breathe in.

few more jitters of the things that came up with the new year..The old faces and with a diff attitude..I dunno what gotten into them all of a sudden..I am still struggling hard to beat the fucked up rut..I must confront about the lies and the truth I inhaled and refused to exhale..seems I find peace in sublimating my self in my own pain..The past year of lonliness,mental haywire, restlessness..melancholy..few gratitude to my friends 
I am sticking some random pic that brings that smile arc to my jaws. :))

slow life..bring on

The paperbacks bargain weighed in sly
Disregarded shock of delight when he told the rate
Book of slang...haggled as I leafed the pages
He could not dabble and left...
Bombay book and tea stalls amuse me
The tantalizing sirens freaks me off
Trolling by the whorls of cars and plumes
The vultured eye or cosmopolitan peacocks
I detest all..
Marbled washrooms or trudging down the malls
Everyone is so plastics..All pashed sex garage machines.
That mascara hides her pristine crafts
Sprung camaraderie, same fabric talks among friends
oh i am bored..
this flickering cities photographs invites me to a state of turbulence
lonesome, shy and flipped
Whipping up drinks from last night vodka bottle
Farcical voices and cryptic trem of my guitar vibrato
Ride bareback and listen ..
listen to the feral shrieks inside me
want to return and compose some pastiche
jocund and carousels of children’s play
watching at the evenings dying brimmed up sun
rummaging and hunching over the ally of absolute solitude
Webs of intractable anguish triggers
uff I geez
Giggling girlie talks and paltry glances
My odes to this city life ugliness.

Rusty Trinkets

Sometimes I dream boyish that I am that picture perfect night smeared generously with nocturnal bliss, galore... or better still, the spawning stars across a distant event horizon , the shimmering moon, the everlasting embedded lights onboard some infinite canvas of artistry laden planets and unfathomable galaxies so far, far away sweeping fast....Please do join me in this cosmic carnivale unhesitating, Oh' abstract Guardian Angel o' mine... oh please, don't merge in the thin midair, poetic, won’t you stay besides me ?
We’ll taste oscillating stardust to cure us of sanity's time tested levels
run away from Earth's gravity defying drama to escape shackles binding humanity.
We’ll reluctantly play hide and go seek in Jupiter’s malevolent storm,
we’ll bathe in membrane permeating beams of the Tuscan sun, bleeding Cornish yellow in shade to keep ourselves warm ....Look Mama ! there lies that curiously construed hidden street with many a crossroad and serpentine lane passing inside a certain fabled town folks know by the name of Obsolete ....

There was a pain
That like cigarettes
I inhaled quietly
Just a few poems remain
That I flicked along
With ash from the
Cigarettes
(undated poem, from Amrita Pritam, Shairii)

stolen from-http://www.outlookindia.com/article.aspx?229061

nu--y(ear)-with-a-whizz

A hiatus for sure..I  was on .a journey to find the residual of me. Been a long time since I wrote any. I fear that I don’t dupe myself with a lack of words on this first blog post of the year. Really I forgot to write. Crap my memory doesn’t serve me well. Am I becoming paralyzed in commanding my brain to come up with something more productive, to be more precise a succinct verse or a vignette at least. I will spill out what come without an ease. Maybe write about my new year eve. I am disengaging my craft with words lately. Why they seems to run away from me as of a late. My thoughts rumble from the threshold of my vision and my juicy cerebral. Binge of words seems to lose it beauty..I should write quite often. Cluttered and relentless muse. But do you think so that this post will be unwanted.. Who would bat their eye-lid looking at this post. Yeah talking about new year and the old year.. eh same shit just different day..and I am all set up to drop that nihilist and narcissistic shit spiel of me..Smell it or scram..any goddamn chuitya is entitled to a gateway

Sigh new year fucking eve I just devoured paratha (with kissan ketchup)all alone and slept like a dead log..switched off my phone .I don’t wanna get stalked or get bugged from any candid human source. And I am sick of those sweet wishing words. Maybe how they paint my life is totally different then I paint for mine. Color me in any color …maybe speak to me in a tongue we can share..

Yeah dear you sickness impediment..baby doll..to be very dead serious candle light flickering flames curves surrounds me in  some kind of weird sensibility..Bubbly droplet from Jupiter dripping and fusing everything to say a loud..I don’t give a shit..I  stringing and unstringing guitar..the same old sad chords strumming and lobcock compositions..I trap the fault keys and the song at last left unsung..I tread back to the lane of glory seeing her videos on laptop.Everyhting lay unforgotten..  caressing the bossom and svelte curves of love that surrounds me like a bubble

My celluloid skewed with so many mosaic of picture as I leaf back to the pages of 2012..that old record of Coldplay Parachutes lying by my side..Seems like an old abstract in a pile of all death metal Cds..It survived in that cloud arch of records..I rest and played..a relaxed position..lips forming and mending as per the vocal patterns…why some songs are not lyrically mute.. demured and so girlie these track are..The gift of lyrics sometimes disturbs and barrels within..the whispers ..The yellow song in my ear drums..

Brings a smile arc on my face..

Thank god no one is around..The chuckles are not heard and it even surpass the vigor in me..

 I am tired as of now..And the eerie look of my laptop is demanding a lot to my strange eyes..My mind needs some relaxation for a more vivid rational reasoning. Let my mind wander in a serene

I hope..

Ah what else,who gives a fuck to this new  year!!! I do I do