in the midst of things

2010-06-01T07:21:00.000-07:00

i am strange and so are you. somethings abt us remain same and yet somethings never appear same. we are all running much faster than cheetahs or the wind. we call ourselves gods of many things. yet we remain below. some lil things climb small ladders and then there we proclaim victory. we wave our swords up high and yell our guts out proclaiming - yes we ve done it

in money matters

2009-01-04T11:37:00.000-08:00

it goes to say lot of things happen at short spans of time , ppl trust ppl. hate them or even pick up weapons of mortal destruction some somehow turn to jihad and create themselves as the ultimate core human boamb ... but wat does it do to ppl who wear ties and work like leashed dogs day in and day out under ppl who sit with big mugs of star bucks coffe and be kos of thier colur,nationality or some fake degree they get the up-ass freedom to tell the lower-ass ones to wipe the dust of the floor or even get that menial cup of water which they themelves are oh- so capable of gettin but it would hurt the 3000 dhs suit that they bought or their mistress hands that smoothered it down for them , the caress of her skin light fingers still tinger there and they would oh-so not want the embrace to go just by doin the task of gettiin a cup of water ..so they rather sit up hold stiff backs and give gruffs of laughter to poor peons who stand almost on their knees or are in positions where they are tryin to avoid the simple lack of control over the urinary bladder ... well all over said .. the rich men in their thick suits that make them swelter and the poen wearin his thin cotton shirt with his wife away in some remote out of telephone range but definetly in range of a bpl mobile are all ponderin over this receeeeesionas they call it ... the "eeeee" expand as the days go by and ppl sittin in stock broker chairs sittin and wipe their foreheads no longer with imported pure cotton handkerchiefs but rahter with dirty muslin cloth once used to clean the table of saravana bhavan hotels ... everyone is sittin in chairs that make them wonder will this chair be there for me to come back and console myself thar i am still wat ppl say i am or some postion the company has somhow granted me with grace so far .... the thought goes on and on, when the nite comes in new york , ppl in dubai worry for them durin the day and when the day finis for the sheikhs, educated britons in navy blue coats and thininig hair carriyn files neatly kept in yellow folders, walk before paparazi so that they get a chnace to show off to the world that they are workin at somethin to reach at somethin they so-call belive but which if u look at it closely is actually the something of nothin , which is actually something!!1

2009 has entered the financial scene with a wimper, a tired old man has picked his left foot from the previous year and put it in the year 2009 and his thining efforts to raise his right foot to join in unon with the foots ve become a tragic scene .....

the richest men on earth are those living in shacks in the slums of delhi who do not ean a penny to buy his beidi or the adulterated liquor that willl eventually make him lay still in some roadside gutter or if he is lucky before the gates of some odd cathiloc church where the priset would put the symbol of the cross upon view of his carcass and rush to call the muncipality workers to "bury " the rich man who left the big financial worlds never knowin how rich he really was .

bottom line of the story ... an old sayin it is but nevertheles am using it ... the circle of life come full circle wheather u like it or not.. u live , u die , u get forgotten !

Twelve

2008-12-31T07:07:00.000-08:00

And they view from the sides of the wall, they peer to see if more has come... yes they are many in number, riding arabian horses, splender in colour, the sand arising like a storm , the leaves shiver and fall, there is none mourning their connection of life.. dead , alive, breathing, contemplating, accesing web pages, arousing.... they ve all felt it .. wrapped in muslin cloth... held towards a mothers breast, their gums clutch the nipples , she did not wince in pain for this joy amidst the women in the land of the baren ... life is peircing itself thru veils of thickness... war, bombs, swords, bullets... are they wat is peircing u oh women behind the wall? .... wat? speak louder pls.... the air is punched with holes made by victories of men who believed they were leading us to greatness... speak louder oh mother at twelve.. let ur child voice arise ... can it touch the glass panes that stand tall leaving oak trees to wither in shame ... ur not alone u tell me? there are more? more? & still more? ... where are they? behind? behind the wall? behind the house? underneath? underneath wat? underneath men u say? ... men... men who touch to grapple wat god did not provide them with to push wat they found extra fittings that instilled luxury at the oddest times of panic and rivalry.... yes they did not count i know... they did not ask if it pained .. i know oh mother at the age of twelve.. and yet u stand .. u stand to tell me.. u dare to use ur own voice ... u wont ? u wont u say? this is a whisper for me to keep in my heart? the many that come will keep coming u say?... can u speak to the world? .. they will not listen u say? maybe someone will oh pure one.. someone will tell another one and they will tell others in turn and then maybe a nation will be born lil one, a nation where u will revive ur childhood... u will smile like the other children ur age, u will laugh and jump and when u fall on the dust u will brush urself gleefully ...knowing fully this is the perfect heaven on earth..

there, there & there

2008-12-31T06:18:00.000-08:00

Neither tall nor short,
Neither funny nor snotty,
Neither crisp nor damp,
Neither me nor you.

To them we are but
A figment of the inner lives.
There is no rebellion,
No constant bickering,
Only the plain consent of
Achievement mixed with concrete
And sand...

Words they speak fly like the sand
Settle among hairs and inside ear lobes,
A whisper is heard over and over again...
They speak within and without,
It is the same... They are there,
Not there but there, there and there!