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?