An Ode?

Human Miseries.
Passion & Desires.
Delude the mind.
Seeking joy; Gets it pain

Played like puppets
We are flayed time & again.
The thirst won’t shrink,
No matter what you drink

We fall. We try to rise.
For elation we pay a price.
Moving in circles,
Get smoke, pursuing sparkles.

Life? It always goes on.
Don’t matter if we are gone
Poor? They die of starvation
Rich? They die of consumption

For some. They are born to suffer more.
Yet for some. They arrive to enjoy more.
What entity decides?
Who is on which side.

Hear oh! Fiendish God of Misery
Our torment replenishes your treasury
Our cries and sobs make you laugh
Stop! Have you not had enough?

TATTOOS

To me they are an extension of myself. They are so much more than the black and coloured inks scribbled on my skin. They are more precious than all of the utterly satisfying materialistic valuables I have. They are going to stay on me….. stay on me until my whole anatomy is completely burnt out or buried six feet under.
People around me think that I consider myself to be cool or that I am cool or that I try to flaunt or maybe that I am an entrenched rock music lover giving my dedications to those headbangers (cuz all of em have it). False hypothesis.
All the people know that I am tattooed. But only a couple ask what they mean.



An Irish four leaf clover - My first one.
The four leaves are suggestive of Hope,love,faith and luck.
The mystique of the four leaf clover continues today, since finding a real four leaf clover is still a very rare occurrence and an omen of good luck. Sir John Melton wrote: "If a man walking in the fields find any four-leaved grass, he shall in a small while after find some good thing."





A Gothic ambigram - The most beloved one.
The four alphabets 'm' , 'd' , 'p' , 's' . Hence 'MDPS'.
MD-> My mother's initials
PS-> My father's initials
Turn it upside down it still remains 'MDPS'. An ambigram.
This piece of art makes me feel that my parents are always there with me no matter what.





A Heartagram - A telltale.
A heart + an inverted pentagram = Heartagram
A human being is not perfect to the hilt be it the moral deeds or everyday duties. We all have our wolves inside of us.
This artwork is a modern day ying-yang symbol representing the good inside of me (heart) and the not-so-good or simply bad (pentagram). It also symbolises the balance between life and death.
Now why is the pentagram considered to be wicked? Well that can be googled. :P
I would rather have someone asking 'Why is the heart considered to be good?' when there are so many unjustified acts of dishonour and violence budding around. Some openly, some discreetely.



Be that as it may, I LOVE my tattoos and I love their concept if its portrayed the right way.
I hope there are more to come. :). Oh wait I already have HOPE(clover) inked on myself. Hell yeah they WILL come.

I hear voices in my head
They come to me
They understand
They talk to me

You got your rules and your religion all designed to keep you safe.
But when rules start getting broken you start questioning your faith.
I have a voice that is my savior,
Hates to love and loves to hate.
I have a voice that has knowledge and the power to rule your fate.

I hear voices crying
I see heroes dying
I taste blood that's drying
I feel tension rising



I hear voices in my head
They come to me
They understand
They talk to me,They talk to me
They tell me things, that I will do
They show me things I'll do to you.
They talk to me, talk to me talk to me
They talked to me,talked to me talked to me

All the lawyers are defenseless
All the doctors are disease
And the preachers all are sinners
And the police just take the grease
All you judges you are guilty
All the bosses I will fire
All you bankers will have losses
And politicians are all liars

I see darkness falling
I hear voices calling
I feel justice crawling
I see faith has fallen



Okay first things first.This is not written by me. Its a theme song of an actor.
But for some sane reason, at times I identify myself so much with these lyrics. Now I am not the 'Indian' psycho or anything but these words just keep echo-ing in my ears for long even after they're gone. Makes me feel that most part of this song is true because i am the kinda guy who doesn't think much. Not about some random song lyrics atleast. Sometimes i start thinking wild things about the 'upcoming' apocalypse after listening to this. :P
Geez. I guess that's enough.

"Dreams For Plans"

Once upon a time you and I
When we were green and easy
Fresh as limes and happy as a Sunday sky
There was nothing we could sell or buy
'Cause all we really needed
Was our bare feet and a pair of wings to fly

What do you think, darling?
Have we lived too much, too fast?
And have you
Have you felt melancholy, darling
Wishing that time hadn't passed?

Can you tell me how it used to be?
Have we missed our chance?
Have we changed our hopes for fears
And our dreams for plans?

Can you tell me how it used to be
When we really cared?
And when love was on our side
On our side...

I remember all the times before
When we could spend our living
Staring at the ceiling, lying on the floor
My vocabulary wasn't broad
I spoke so little English
That the word "stress" would
Sound like something odd

What do you think, darling?
Have I lived too much, too fast?
And have you
Have you felt the melancholy, darling
Wishing that time hadn't passed?

Can you tell me how it used to be?
Have we missed our chance?
Have we changed our hopes for fears
And our dreams for plans?
Can you tell me how it used to be
When we really cared?
And when love was on our side
On our side...

What is your guess, darling?
Have I lived too much, too fast?
So if you
If you ever come and find me crying
Now you know
Now you know why

Can you tell me how I used to be?
Have I missed my chance?
Have I changed my hopes for fears
And my dreams for plans?
Can you tell me how it used to be
When we really cared?
And when love was on our side
On our side...



Many people know and love Shakira because of her major hit songs like "Whenever, Wherever", "Hips don't lie" and the recent World cup anthem. To be very honest i think all these songs are utter crap and genuinely bad. What i feel is that the crowd fell flat only because of her belly moves and swaying dance forms in the videos.
When i heard her song "Dreams for plans" a few years back i instantly knew that it was one of the most enchanting 'slow' pop tracks ever. This particular song takes me to some other dimension. Maybe its her mellifluous voice or maybe the beautiful lyrics. What i know is that i am a hardcore modern alternative rock music lover BUT when this composition plays randomly(which makes it even better) on my ipod, my mind says- "For 4 minutes your gonna lose yourself".
Thank you Shakira. ^_^

A Peculiar Artist?

When i first looked at these paintings i could never guess that the artist was a barbaric savage. He was rejected at the Vienna art school twice for some reason and maybe just maybe if they would have taken him in then the world history would have been majorly different.
I always thought that during his time he would have been so freaking busy with his autocracy but i must say that am quite startled. A man who was solely responsible for the brutish murders of millions has bewitching paintings depicting churches,landscapes,rivers,Mary & Jesus . Well that was his mind i guess. Thats how complicated the human mind is sometimes.
R.I.P Herr Adolf Hitler.
You could have been a really cool nice guy.

Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.

I never really travel on the Indian Railways Network because its too time consuming to be very honest. I guess it was the winter time and i was coming back to Delhi from somewhere when i took this snap at a crowded platform. There was something about this scenario which was really appealing to me in a good as well as a bad way. Seeing the 2 little babies lying close to their mother facing her gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. Considering the fact that they were just an year old maybe, that they were fast asleep on a granite floor, that it was the winter time and that the platform was rumbling with restless people. 'So what?' the babies said to themselves. 'We are next to our mommy. We don't need beds or blankets. She is making us feel warm and she is gonna ensure that nobody steps on us.'
Looking at their mother's right leg it seemed as if she had made a perimeter for herself and her 2 babies which silently said 'No one steps beyond this. My little ones are sleeping'.
There were many other people lying down on the platform but this specific backdrop made me stop and ponder for a while.
And yes i was INDEED able to hold back my tears.

The End?

This outta motive life keeps on taking its toll,
Into the dark shadows and regrets i crawl;
Being engulfed by a seemingly neverending abyss,
Scythian witches give the judgemental kiss;
The poisoned ivy makes the mind succumb,
Slowly and gently wrapping the body making it go numb;

And i dream:

Distant sun
Silhouettes
All the birds return to rest
Night creeps in
Silently
Moonlight floods the eyes of prey

By the lake
In his world
A poet writes a verse
Cuts it off
Writes again
Perfection seldom stays

Shivering
In the cold
A hermit's dark abode
He lies dying
Soft and Still
The sun remembers his grave

The sleep ends:

Body goes stiff
Pupils wide
Feels so light and bright inside
Rush of liquid
Through my veins
And a vacation from this world.

*hopes*