Monday, 16 January 2012

Technically Speaking

In quest of making life better
thinking technically, my head jitter
I have lived this life for six years now
With grave intend and glare
I survived majestically somehow

From working on a job to flirting with a bob
Falling in a relationship, getting heartthrob
Now technically speaking life ain't technical no more
Roughly romancing, beaches & movies, roaming in the mall
Lunching & dining, pocket money did take a fall
Few thousand texts, few more cups of cappuccino, they want it all
Beg borrow steal the new mantra
because you always want something more

Writing your hand out, getting pals to write
Packs of cigarettes, bottles of liquor
What you wrote is going to litter
With all that smoke and intoxication submission is done
Victor's remorse: The song has been sung
Studying daily won't catch light
Watching closely with weaker sight
All so for three hours of adrenaline rush
Avoiding the massacre pass you must

Four years of salvation, life starved to death
Finding job in thousands nest
With no technical knowledge & null practical application
Boy is lost in this country's education

Leader:The Chosen One

Talk the talk, talk the walk
              that's all they do
When all the things around turns red, black & blue
Money is all what matters
Let alone the country's security
Financial security is all they gather
Self loathing attitude and no shame
The only thing learnt is the blame game
Have masters in the game of politics
Skills required: Treachery, mind games and being delusional
Tracking there every movements will be more constitutional

Live life of a star
Thousand crores or property and imported car
Synonym of a parasite
Hosting on national treasure
Deceiving in broad daylight
People living in dark
          like no sunrise
It's until they open there eyes.

Suit Yourself

               When you come to life, you are just a little person who is trying to learn to drive the fleshy suit. Which you try for your entire life. First thing you actually learn to do in your body suit is to see. You look at the friendly, amazed and happy faces around, though knowing nothing whats happening. Crawling around your crib you stand tall. Tumbling your walk having your arms wide pen you accept whats given.

                Your body suit grows along with time you learn to run fast. But not sure of direction, you start running in which so ever direction given. Running like crazy you reach your destination but not sure whether you were suppose to be here. By the time you realize your body suit gets old and starts deteriorating. You give up on running and start escalating to your future. Few body suits come in your life and go, leaving you with memories. Some bring change and some to blame. But its the journey that makes it lively and living as it is. There is a destination to every journey but without journey there won' t be any destination, those will be just places. Similarly, without life we will be just body suits.

Stop Or I'll Shoot

           How many times have you heard this statement not personally obviously, if you are not a criminal. I was talking about movies, daily soaps or advertisements. Have you actually considered this expression in your life?
 Like a traffic police to redirect the congested thoughts and using it rightly somewhere, where it is actually required rather than keep it there stock to rot.

           To stop and shoot your ideas or thoughts of whatever you have been doing wrong and sentence your ideas to jail and rejuvenate it. Just like a criminal rejuvenates his life after prison sentence.Have you considered a fresh start rather than getting stuck at the wrong decisions you have made and living it all your life. When young you don't know what you want and what you are capable of, even after growing up you ain't sure. What the hell! everybody should be allowed to make mistakes and get paid for them. Growing up into something is better than fitting into something which is not of your size or shape. Why is that we are always moulded into shape that we don't want to be in? A shape that nobody likes but are paid good just for being in that shape. And a part which doesn't fit is discarded and locked in a room which you yourself don't want to open or is scared to. Being scared is good it shows that you are not a robot but doesn't even prove that you are human. Being spineless makes you man's best friend who does everything that man order's and when he order's despite he doesn't want to do it.
           In our first year of engineering we were taught Engineering Drawing were we came accross with shapes like orthographic, isometric, ellipses etc. We are fitted in those shapes as required. I was programmed into one, some are fitted by screws and valves, some are connected into and solderred and some are balanced and titrated and mixed. Some say it is not easy to study engineering its tough, but I say it is not easy to be an engineer. And to do which you never desired to do and still do it. Why can't life be so simple like watching movies, we always watch movie which we want to.

          It's 3 and I have been jotting for an hour now but still wondering do I need to do this. what am i getting by doing this? I an not getting a single cent let alone a single paisa. All I am getting is fun in writing my thoughts out and satisfaction in doing so. I am thinking am I a writer? Where can I write and get paid for whatever I write though stupid? People everyday read non-sense in newspapers nothing inspiring nothing with a spine. I am not saying that  this is inspiring or I am. But it feels good to me, I don't know about you people who'll be reading it.
Or shall I say to myself
                                     STOP OR I"LL SHOOT

Fly Away


I don't want to touch the sky
But for once I definitely want to fly
Launch myself off the ground
Spreading my wings out open
With limitless bound
Cruising through the wind
I'm not going down

No matter how lovely is the nest
but birds still fly away
Taking thee first flight on the sky way
Drifting through the winds round and round
Flying over the endless seas
can see no ground
Disconnected from worldly problems
Connected with myself
I want to glide on without any help
Dipping into life
Grabbing my dreams
Following my heart, tough it seems
People trying to speak sense in you
Changing your mind by forcing their views
Yet another fallen angel crashes to earth
Or shall I say another one bites the Dirt.

Sin The Bad Sailor

Row, row, row your boat
Row along the waves, you won't
Windy stormy lightning bolt 
Lower down your sail, but you don't
Torn sail on a restless ocean
Met your doom out in open

Screaming wind deafening ears
Now missing my childhood years
Young as a calf old as a baby
Surviving chances are just a may be
All my life sticking to the rule 
Life has no rule or a school
Thinking of every alternative 
Life has no prerogative
Just when there is no hope
Your life is under a microscope

Surviving all the evil
You make yourself a devil
No spine with a top thinkless head
You are just as good as dead
Adventure and excitement are the novels you have never read
Drinking sleepless nights waking up but still asleep
All geared up for work tightening screws
A robot working for same few's
Surviving storm was just a starter
Been hitting with a dart at the cyclone center

Don't Do Drugs

Everyone has a breaking point
Along with melting, boiling and freezing
When in your life there is no zing
You breakdown & rise 
Much to your own surprise
It's due fighting not drinking spirit
You drink and fall & cope the dope
You fight back before you lose, I hope
Hallucinating & living in trip of heaven
Happy the synonym for intoxication that you have given

All your dreams pass before your eyes
Playing your life on a pair of rolling dice
Drinking and doping for a smaller price
Supernaturally assertive
Bringing home ghostly career
Head at the base up-top rear
Your motto
Live life king size
Wee span royal highness, we rise

"Hello darkness my friend
I have come to talk to you again"
he said
"You have been with me all the time
All I want is to live in chime
Take my old days, give me a life
Happy with my kids and my wife"
Darkness replies
"You' have lived here for years without light
Leave me and go, you might
I'm hidden in every human deep inside
They miss me when lonely
I friend them soulfully
Some stay forever and go crazy
Feeding on there troubles I make them hazy
You'll miss me and come back
I'll collect your soul and put it in my rack"

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