bearded philosopher

bearded philosopher

Thursday, May 31, 2007

my dog

i loved my dog.
she was so cute and alive..
we spent the whole day together...
i had brought her when she was very small..
so small that she would sleep in my arms and not make a noise.
su was so full of energy...
she leapt from one corner of the room to the other...she kept trying to climb the bed
stretched and strecthed and she finally made it..
so i gave her the rightful spot..she slept at my feet..
and would wake me up each morning
it was wonderful i loved her and she loved me..
but good things dont last long..
maybe some poison or a dogbite
and she was ill..
the end came so fast it was too quick to react
i remember the last night with su...
she could not sleep ...
she could not cry ...
i kept telling her we would go to the doctor tomorrow
but she did not wait
she died in my arms and took my soul with her
she will live eternally in my mind and in my heart
she was mine

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

vela

i am free again...
this space ..void of duties and commitments
some say that an idle man is a devil's workshop..
but this phrase is itself normative.
a workshop is the temple of my mind.
creative juices come from all corners..
there's nothing to do but sit and think
what better can a man ask for..
i had moments like this in childhood...
then it was months now its only a few days..
think a lot..
and relax ..few people know how to relax..
i can lie down hours not doing a single thing
and that heals me..heals those wounds that i have gathered
trudging along misty roads.
i love to live again..maybe love again..feel alive again.
if you see me tomorrow i won't smile..
but my face will be glowing and so will yours if you see the sunshine

Sunday, May 27, 2007

scram while u can


love lost ...
i am a ghost
my expressions may seem peculiar
and my thoughts unreal
my soul is empty now
the thing i expected
the thing that was bound to happen
four years of perennial pain...
anguish hopelessness and hope
the real world is strange
and true love cant reach more than touch
lust is primarily the source of unbound energy
emotions make men weak
i write in blood
screaming waiting to tear the person into shreds
who made me an empty soul
and screaming past endurance
in hope of nothing
as i expect nothing
as i want nothing
but blood..

Saturday, May 19, 2007

war and pettiness


today i received my farewell gift from my dept.
the wind is angry and so am i.
lowest marks in seminar is not what baba deserves.
ill kill them who differ.
as i sit down with a cool head i realize
mediocracy is gifted not by God but my men
because they..yes they feel safe...
it would take a war to defeat these people
they are spread ..widespread ..common to all places
but.an army will rise,my army and the likes of me
till then i am hopeful,and you are too...
the wonders you have not yet witnessed
till my last breath i wish to show them
for now,you have to wait ..wait for sunshine

Thursday, May 17, 2007

wasted nights


ya and the fragility isnt costing me a dime
time is ticking and the sound is deafening
its night dawn i never know but
my mental capacity is gearing up
and every time exams come
real close
everything else washes away
i am the same old boy reading
the boy of yore who had wondrous eyes
and a soft cheek
blessed is my sound mind so that i can speak

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

fever

hot and sweaty..exams are coming
we are running running away
running towards
inevitable fate that awaits us
no more mo less
time is very less
so i cant write long and measure my words
to keep u posted
have fun while exams are at bay