NASSEUN DORMA

Nobody shall sleep!... Nobody shall sleep!

Even you, o Princess, in your cold room,

watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope.

But my secret is hidden within me,

my name no one shall know...

No!...No!... On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.

And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!...

(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)

Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars!

At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!

Back to blogging

Been a while since i posted my last blog....have been leading a boring life...work-home-work cycle and i am now getting jaded for sure.. My show doing really well and the bosses think i am more than alright so waiting for that increment :)
Have to thank my Adi for inspiring me to blog again and i have decided that being a guy from the visual media i must incoroprate pictures on my blog so will look at all the old stuff and paste pictures everwhere- makes the blog more interesting...
What else, well in a relationship now...Met a really nice girl, used to be my junior in college...met her after 8 yrs and hit it offf...completely over the ex now...so those sad blogs now can be archived.
for now, need to go back to doing the next show....so until later
Vee

Since then

Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems to be lingering thought,
If only I could pick a parched leaf,
And quench its thirst and turn it over,
Into a seed of a better tomorrow,
And the tiniest speck of dust,
Would be washed away,
Into the ground beneath and,
Hold the roots, of the fledging seed.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there seems a lingering weight,
Of things done and not,of the summers gone by and winters remembered,
Of the blossoms forgotten and rust remained,
The words held and spoken,
Wishing for direction, seen and followed,
Blind to hope and embracing nothing.
Time has since passed into the dawn of our lives,
And yet there it seems to be lingering,
And end that could have been better.

The mirror

It stands alone in the dark room,
Unseen and used like a birds old nest.
Waiting for an end that is never to come.
It always speaks the truth,
Even at the age that it is in,
It reflects and shines if,
some one admits to its age.
an old mirror it is,
Staring through the dark room,
It confirms to the light,
Picture it shows of what is and will never be,
unlike a photograph that captures age,
But grows old with you.
Yes it is the mirror,
And it is not scared,
For even if shattered into thousand pieces,
It will still reflect,
And stare back in defiance.
You keep it in a dark room,
So that none can see,
But how can you hide it forever,
For the aging image will someday be seen.

An ode to Dhano

The skies have finally and truly opened up in Mumbai.The city is flooding, the rivers are crossing their danger mark, the navy is on alert, people are being relocated, cars are swimming in water and people are collecting infections as they wade through the flood. For Mumbai, its a perfect day of floods and all is good.. So, while I absorb the rains into the soles of myshoes and my nice cotton socks, I remember all those perfect rainy days spent in manipal in the company of my Dhano
Oh yes Dhano, She could moan and scream like no other I have know before and she loved to get naughty on a rainy day where i would beg her and do the drill diligently until she finally agreed to relent to my desires.
Dhano is legacy- as old as Basanti's horse- probably even older, she continued to breath...most of the times in gasps, I do remember hearing sighs. Dhano has been in the family for so long as i remember. My uncle brought her bright red and shining when she first came out of the factory somewhere in Karnataka. He rode her long before she was handed over to my brothers until they got fancier and gave her up to me...
For a poor student in manipal, Dhano was a luxury. My shoes lasted longer, thanks to her...er too much credit, probably not but atleast she helped me escape the long rock climbs that I had to do in the rocky terrains of Manipal. It was a love story, she would announce my arrival long before i came into view...." I can hear Vicky's bike' Adithi would say and the 1900 model of Kinetic would zoom into my college gates with me on top of her.
Speaking of adithi, I dont think dhano ever had too much of a liking for her...There was this one spot in Manipal outside Manipal house where she would stop and refuse to start...but that was only when adithi would be the pillion rider. Spooky, every time we passed Manipal house, dhano would stop...it was like she was waiting for another ghost bike to exit from that gate...a long lost lover that might have reached the scrapyard long before their story could bear fruit.
Dhano probably belonged there, but i did not have the heart to give her up. Dhano drank and how...she could finish a litre of petrol faster than a mallu drinking toddy. And she loved the petrol pump, where she would eye the nozzle of the pump with such longing and take in as much as i could afford.
Oh what a bike she was, the weather gods loved her too...every time i sat on her, it would rain...and once when i and adithi went chasing peacocks through the country side, she was the epoitome of support... not stopping a single time through the whole journey.
At the end though when her engine got all smoky and i thought she would burst into flames...she did not...she lived on
Oh my lovely red bike Dhano...I handed her over to my uncle after i finished my stint in manipla...but on a rainy day like this i still think of her...

Hear me out by frou fro

another song that i love...

I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there
Can't you hear - i'm not myself

Oh go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be - just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you

So listen up - this sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
It's love on the line can you handle it

So how do i do normal
The smile i fake - the permanent wave of
Cue cards and fix it kits
Can't you tell - i'm not myself
I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints
I don't - wanna feel - anything
But i do And it all comes back to you

So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)

So listen up
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this Love's on the line
Is that your final answer

I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there......
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)

The old tree

In the old forest stood a tree,
And many seasons it had seen,
The shine of summer and the love of spring,
The chill of winter and all those wet winds.

And happy it stood through all the ages,
And wise he thought, all he had seen,
His peeling bark,
Was the wisdom it deemed?

But one day two sparrows perched on its branch,
And a little home they built,
Of grass and twigs and two little eggs,
Joyful they seemed.

The change of moon,
And seasons spent,
The hatch of eggs,
And soon wings beget.

On the old oak,
Many a summer the birds drew,
As their fledglings flocked,
They built another nest anew.

And all this the oak watched,
One with these sparrows,
Home for them,
Not just a tree.

Oh, how much joy,
In these small things,
no glory or pride,
Just love in hearts reside.

Together in the darkest of rains,
One in sunshine,
No solitary pain,
The sparrows’ strength.

From acorn to tree,
In a century,
The oak had never seen,
Love so profound.

Many a birds had built nests,
But he always knew,
Just a stop on a long journey,
For these birds always flew.

Come back they never would,
Unlike these sparrows,
Who perched on his branches,
And old they grew.

As age turned for one to many,
The eggs would not come,
But the birds stayed still,
From old things into new.

At last came a day,
No morning for one of the pair,
The other flew into sunshine,
Waiting for its love to join in the gail.

It fluttered and flapped,
Bidding for a chirp,
From its love,
In vain, in vain.

Exhausted, the bird flew,
Back into the nest
And one last breath it drew.
On the old oak tree.

And then thundered a gale,
Came from the skies,
It shook the three,
With all its might.

The nest of love,
Fell to the earth,
Mixed with the mud,
And swept by the water.

All this the oak watched,
Through his own grief and pain,
A new lesson came,
Of death and love.

Journeys begin when lovers meet,
Transcend in death and beyond,
Love is so powerful,
Even in death it is found.

And so the old tree,
Stood there and witnessed time,
And never again of wisdom,
Its leaves sang.

I wish I could just punch some one

Its been some time since i last wrote something on my blog...haven't been able to do the follow ups on the chakras but have been posting poetry's for a bit (they are easier to write). Well today, I just want to rant...so no better than this space which no body really reads :) how embarrassing for me.
I wish I could just punch someone really hard, the last year has been so hard for me, though things did begin to settle down towards the end and this year looks brighter and better but still it does get frustrating at times.
People sure do have the knack of getting on my nerves, half wits who cannot distinguish between present tense and present continuous tense telling me how to write in English. For Christ sake you may be forty and up there but that is no reason why your English is better than mine. If any one else does read this please excuse my language i am not really being loyal to queen right now.
Why cant people just do their own thing instead of butting into other peoples business, I certainly blame madame Ekta Kapoor for this. Her shows just made minding other peoples business really cool. I would have shot her in a free world.
So now I am going to put all my frustrations out of me...
1) I am f#$^ing not doing anything for love. that's it people- I am so done with love and in any case for most it does not exist. I know so many men and women who have professed undying love for their partners and have ended up sleeping with the partners best friend. Please don't insult love by saying 'I love you' until and unless you are mighty sure. Raising someones hope is a bloody crime. I believed someone so much. end result i quit two jobs, still paying the credit card company and still hung up on the person.
2) I am going to be super selfish. God save the people who are going to be bitten now, the 'I am a nice boy' days are OVER. You mess with me and I will give it back to you. No vengeance or anything but I am not allowing any one to put me down ever again.
3)I am all alone. I have realised this fact. The sooner accepted the better helps in not looking anywhere else for emotional, mental, physical support.. The days of best friends are over.
4) There is no sanctity in sex. Every body is doing it with every body else, so why be left out in the race. Great if you find some one who has passed my clause 1 but if not no need to be left behind and be a loser. Yea but also applies is, please dont get yourself a disease and have good taste. Again sex with random people also will make me a loser. Thats not happening. So days of moping and passion are over. Sex is now like food for. want it have it.
5) Drink- you need not save money to buy someone a gift. bad idea to be around people who are impressed with gifts. Am I not gift enought for you? so find people like this, i am sure there are many around.
6) Go on a self PR drive and take credit for your work and care a rats ass about things.Thats the only way to grow in your career. I do good work so no problem in that area but yea modesty is now out of the window.
7) Assert yourself, thats about it for this one.
8) No quitting jobs and making decisions for some one else- that sucks ask me. so no doing this ever again. find some one who will quit their own job instead and do all the things that i refuse to now to do.
9) Be happy, there is no other way to exist.

Well with this written I am sure feeling good but i still wish i could punch someone. My dear vicky, golden rules i am not breaking. I am so sure there will be more tomorrow.. but for today i am complete

on the long road home

On the long road home,
I walk that beaten path,
Where many a souls journeyed,
And I am on that road,
All by myself, clear skies and dusty road.

Destiny, does it lie at the end?
Oh traveler, within time I will know.
On the long road home,
I am my only friend.

Past, is it far behind me?
With every step forward,
I release all those memories,
On the long road home.

Aware, I don’t believe,
It’s easy to be…
What if I lose my way?
Will I cease to be?

On the long road home,
When the wind blows,
The dust wipes my face,
And I am on that road,
Lined by leaves of the old…

Wish, I could fly,
But there on the road,
No wings lie,
For its an old road,
And home can only be walked to.

zero 7- destiny

Lyrics to Destiny :
I lie awake
I’ve gone to ground
I’m watching porn
In my hotel dressing gown
Now I dream of you
But I still believe
There’s only enough for one in this
Lonely hotel suite

The journey’s long
And it feels so bad
I’m thinking back to the last day we had.
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I’ll be back with you
I’m nearly with you
I’m nearly with you

When I’m weak I draw strength from you
And when you’re lost I know how to change your mood
And when I’m down you breathe life over me
Even though we’re miles apart we are each other’s destiny

On a clear day
I’ll fly home to you
I’m bending time getting back to you
Old moon fades into the new
Soon I know I’ll be back with you
I’m nearly with you
I’m nearly with you

When I’m weak I draw strength from you
And when you’re lost I know how to change your mood
And when I’m down you breathe life over me
Even though we’re miles apart we are each other’s destiny

When I’m weak I draw strength from you
And when you’re lost I know how to change your mood
And when I’m down you breathe life over me
Even though we’re miles apart we are each other’s destiny

I’ll fly, I’ll fly home
I’ll fly home and I’ll fly home