Superbposition

2010-12-04T10:57:00.000-08:00

Aaaaaaa! I read all this and feel like running away.

I need a new blog. I'm getting a new blog.

I need a new me. I'm getting a new me.

2010-02-21T03:43:00.000-08:00

I see! I see! I see!
This hot sand is water really!
Pour a fistful down my throat,
Bury my face and stay afloat.

It changes form before my eyes.
I should have guessed it was disguise.
As I plunge it changes back!
I feel each sore and every crack

And moan and groan as the salt
Cuts deeper into every fault.
Do you see that I see? Finally see?
This Knowledge is pure agony

That I once did walk ashore,
Just dipped my foot but asked for more.
Remember, in words i couldn't put down
Why all that while I was afraid to drown?

ME, SHE, ME

2010-02-09T11:17:00.000-08:00

Stupid, cynical hypocrite.
Yapping, boasting, full of shit.
Do you see, see, see?

I want to work you like a slave,
Until you learn how to behave
As per me, me, me.

And I will drag you through the sand,
Till you bloody understand
What you see, see, see.

So if I am just a slob,
Useless part of a dismal mob,
Let me be, be, be!

All of it is just hot sand.
I'm too lame to understand.
Set me free, free, free!

02.04.09

2009-10-09T09:06:00.000-07:00

It seems,
He knows of times he hasn't seen,
He's been to places he hasn't been.
It would only be natural
To lay on the ground and blossom.

His voice,
Is the wind blowing in cold crevices,
With the warmth of the sun on terraces.
It would only be natural
To talk to everything living.

He writes,
With numb fingers, with flair.
You'd feel as though you were there.
It would only be natural,
To marvel at your gray life.

He thinks,
In a way that you couln't think,
Limited as you are to print and ink.
It would only be natural
To want to be him.

This too is inspired by another person i know. He never ceases to fascinate me.

You represent to me a pair of binoculars

2009-10-09T08:41:00.000-07:00

This one was written long back, early 2007 sometime.

"The world is upside down,
You foolish clown.
Break the chains you despise.
Wear binoculars on your eyes."

"I cannot fly,"she shouted.
Her own worth she doubted.
She missed the last train,
And the worm strayed into her brain.

"You silly girl!" he shouted too.
Pessimism, to him, was something new.
His eyes as round as Danish rolls,
Bewilderment, of him, had taken toll.

This remained unfinished. The person that it's about did eventually bring about a crucial change in my life. He still represents, to me, a pair of binoculars.

2009-10-09T08:30:00.000-07:00

This is another one from the depressing phase of my life, when all growth and learning ceased, and i would just crib, crib, crib. Written on 14th October 2007, it has no structure.

Let me weep at your pain,
Weep at your Joy,
Feel elated at your
achievements, and
Let me be green
most of the time.

Let me live your lives.
I haven't one of my own.

Identity

2009-10-09T08:06:00.000-07:00

I wrote this when i was in Bangalore, in June 2008 at about 2am when i was walking back from my lab trying to spot a slender loris, and instead saw a white owl at barely arm's length.

Am I my DNA,
Or my shortcomings?
Am I what I eat,
Or how I see red?

Am I my jokes,
Or my verbalisation?
Am I obsessive compulsion,
Or insecurity?

Am I homesickness,
Or abandon?
Am I theory or practice,
Science or Art?

Am I rhetoric?
Am I recursion?
Am I a fat owl,
Or liquid Helium?

Am I Buddha?
Am I Feynman?
Am I a Bronte,
Or Floyd?

Am I 'Free Tibet',
Or Devprayag?
Am I 'Clean Yamuna'
Or a multiplex?

Am I yours truly,
Or only mine?
Am I lowly,
Or Divine?

How to make heartbreak more worthy of the pain it causes, (Or how to intensify the pain, yet retain self respect, wonderful narcissistic habits, etc.)

2006-12-28T00:49:00.000-08:00

Smiles, not butterflies*,
For eager, impassioned guys.
Foolishly wasted.

Fondness selfishly mutates
To amour, the head debates.
Prudence's rusted.

Amusing how worship transforms
In his eyes, and is soon gone,
Agony's tasted.

Woman, to your steely will untrue,
Not once, thrice, heart and head in ju-jitsu.
Brain roasted.

Why, pray, did you carelessly kill,
The 'I' that you idolise still-
She's disgusted.

Down, not earth, he belongs in hell.
Gather self worth, earn a pedestal-
She insisted.

Your spurious, spurious steel,
Didn't conceal Achilles heel,
Worth tested.

Menial beings with thoughts inch deep,
Over them you dare to weep!
Rejoice instead.

There are people with dregs of souls,
Associate with those with a whole-
She boasted.

P.S.- Any random bipeds who feel the same(or differently) feel free to comment or add something to that. Do mention your name etc. Might add your rhymes to this post.

*in the stomach of course!

2006-12-11T02:57:00.000-08:00

08.12.2006
12:46 pm
electricity & magnetism lecture

Yet again the teacher, the proffesor rather, failed to hold our attention for too long. Not that she seems to mind it, really. However this has never been a problem (covering up). Physics is lovely anyway.
But this awful habit that I've developed of late- cynicism, pessimism, brooding over failures- I sound like a 'Dog philosopher', lol. Somebody slap me, shake me by the shoulders. I'm really following Newton's first law here. Ya, i know! Panchali and Shaeema, poor kids, sick and tired of my cribbing, do try to kick me out of this state so often (literally).
Thankfully, though, a sense of finality has set in. This is where I am, not in any parallel universe, where another me is sitting in BITS, blah, blah. Whatever. Maybe i'm better off! For all you know, instead of being given everything on a silver platter, I'll have to slog for what I want, and i might just stumble upon a million more things along the way!
Yes, definitely a greater effort, more running around...and more importantly, more exposure! A variety of colleges, a variety of people with a myriad interests. I have ten thousand myself! Oooo, and i'm not going to let them die. Even if i feel old and spent at 18! Look at me trying to convince myself that i'm better off here! But I have to, I have to!
Besides i've been so shut up here. There is so much to discover. It all isn't always apparent. I have to search. And discover. And be delighted. For instance i thought that the mobile library i saw yesterday was delightful. Panchali showed it to me on the way to the play. The play, on the other hand, wasn't delightful at all! Well, well, 'Carpe Diem!'

Lunacy

2006-07-02T09:43:00.000-07:00

Foolish dreamer, wake.
Your passion seems pretentious,
Your zest incomplete.
What has time done to you?

You echo meaninglessly.
Ambition has fled you.
Where is the fire,
Of your ideas and thoughts?

Where will you search
For that part of you?
For you have no will and
You have forgotten yourself.

You just exist.
You aren't living.
Oh, where is the fire,
That will ignite your passion for life?

What do you dream
Day in and out?
And why do you weep,
At things that never were or will be?

If you're a lunatic,
You were crazier earlier.
Shake out of your sleep,
And search within and without for your fuel.

(Written in a very disturbed state of mind before the IIT-JEE.)