Om! vibes on the water lip - Love, Life & Lamborghini...no, well, err...laugh!
Welcome to my ‘Jam Pad’ – the only place where chock-a-blocks are appreciated!

Not that I create music here; but I shall try all I can to jazz you up; pop a couple of novice, jest-for-pun words to rock you out of your sanity; scratch the blues out of the mind, kicking to life the RIP rust lying there to bend you in the middle, one way or the other; and rap my invisible pen’s madcap toe in a desperate attempt to somehow touch a chord or two. All, in a hip hop with the tide of words that sometimes seeps on to the shore of my mind and sometimes in its grand elusiveness, flows back to its haven. Nevertheless, i shall go on relentlessly like the waves, inspired by the echoes of Om that mirrors Oneness.


Thursday, February 5, 2009

Scary story...

This is the story of a comic script gone all wrong.

3ww-Crumple,Illicit, Nerve

I hurled the crumpled paper
My script, bejewelled
By courage that seemed ancient,
Nested provoking humour.
Words on it sprinkled
Along the wind which carried
My dreams,
Of laughter beyond seams
As though illicit in purpose
Into obscurity…
An ignorant attempt at humour
What nerve?
At a time like this!
Questions of frozen reality
Spiked up like pillars of the mirage
Holding it strong
Are we there yet?
Can we laugh at ourselves?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Maya

3ww -Cadence,Humble,Resolve & Deception,Panic,Scheme

How could I? Would it not be deception of the worst order? How could I even think of something like that? What about my Minnu who, with her humble love, has shown me the right path & unconditionally been there for me always? What about our common ideals that we struggle to hold up day in and out?..The days when a pinch in one’s heart would bring tears in the other’s eyes & the soothing of one’s senses could be felt by the other’s mind? I have lived in the warmth of her vibes all these years. How can I even forget the sail against the storm that Minnu made to get me to the shore? She risked her life to keep my virtues alive. How could I forget that? How could I even entertain the thought of love for Raag when Minnu is in love with him? I had felt the innocent happiness Minnu felt at the very moment she realised that finally her unkind, hard life gave her something to look forward to. A reason to want to live. A reason, to celebrate life despite all it had been to her so far. No. I can’t do it. Maya stood frozen, struck by panic as thoughts whirled in her mind wildly plunging her into a sense of darkness. She felt like nothing, as though diffused in the wind that was filled with smells of a traitor. She was pulled back to reality by the loud voice of the light man who informed her that her next scene was ready to be shot. Maya had decided that she would forget her love for Raag. Maya knew she would never be able to love any other man in her life ever again. But this is the least she can do for Minnu. She was her best friend, almost her alter ego. After Maya’s ten year relationship crashed, she had lost trust in men & all hope in life. And she had lived like a recluse, counting down to end her life. Until Minnu came along. That’s when her clotted emotions felt a rush again. Minnu taught her to cry for others’ pains, fight for others, laugh with others & feel solace in enriching others' lives forgetting her own. The smiles & blessings Maya got wherever she went after Minnu happened in her life healed her & brought her more contentment than anything could ever bring. As Maya perfected her look, she had resolved to bury her love for Raag, end it once & for all. The camera rolled, “Minnu, Episode 1058”, shouted out the clapper-loader as Maya readied her cadence & went on to perform the role of the protagonist that she was in the soap. Maya slipped, with perfect ease, into the scheme of Minnu, the dramatic illusion that had gradually, through the years, flown over all seams & seeped into the immaculate artiste's world & had left it soaked in alive delusion...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Picture Perfect

3ww - Entwine, Forfeit, Tryst

Each distinct,
Each unalike
Entwine in a splash,
In a sweep of expression
Forfeit the ego
To lose into a harmony
That echoes the lure
Of married perceptions
Of a solitary spirit;
In a tryst to form
A joyous art,
A celebration of life!