bearded philosopher

bearded philosopher

Friday, June 29, 2007

late goodbye

today had an outing
to palash
ranchi is beautiful
we laughed a lot
it was like old days
maybe never again we will all get together like we did today
but after we remembered old days
i think
that in each one of us there will always remain
a small part that will be ranchi
peaceful hilarious and native
where ever we tread we will live with it
and tell stories and get nostalgic
the sunshine ,blue skies
black field our good ol skool
cheers

Saturday, June 23, 2007

old days


this day was special.

met an old friend

had a good laugh

went through old streets

looked at them trees

smelled those years

we spent together

got sent back in time in mind and in feet

the air felt light

nothing ever changes

good friends never die

they love you u love them

and the world is ok again

i am happy

Friday, June 22, 2007

ranchi

its so quiet here i can barely hear myself.so peaceful never get that feeling of rush or haste.all my activities and the things i planned to have slowed down.i keep evrything for tomorrow ...just like this entry it was supposed to be here ;long ago...but...ranchi is my home and its my favourite place in the whole wide world.every street and every corner makes me nostalgic ..sometimes i wonder and stare at the walls of my room and ponder "HAS ANYTHING REALLY CHANGED?"

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

high without alcohol







its strange this feeling i hv now,,,almost so weird ..i am not alcohol but i feel heady..i have work,but as of now i am relaxed ,i have worries but as of NOW i seem least bothered.some kind of heady feeling ...almost funny,but tired to smile.....so this part is see my emotions..its graphic see at ur own risk

Sunday, June 3, 2007

THE GRUDGE SONG


hey baby..hey baby
have u ever felt the feeling light
have u ever felt the going high
high high hiiiiiigh have u ever felt even near...
i like to hear you scream
make the world disappear
hey you can you hear me
across the wastefulness
hear the rhythm baby
light old fragrant steps..lightly stepping towards heaven
hey you listen to me
do u feel me move..move relentlessly
do u feel the cymbals crashing out obscurity
hear the screaching guitars
no words baby there are no words ..this is music
baby this is music
sway sway away sway away from the rest
hit me kick me but dont have a grudge on me
rise with me home sweet home
to green fields of unknown tempo
bark bark cry cry
hey baby
feel me go away away
dont have a grudge on me...

bye

its time to leave belgaum .4 years have passed by like seconds.i still remember and cherish my hostel days..i have grown from there.people have influenced me..but most of all i myself have opened up to my own resourcefulness .the thing is i had a heck of a time.friends ,booze ,friends and booze.its been like a mantra...getting caught by policemen at 3 in the morning ..drunk..bike taken away..the next day spent in getting back my bike,,fond memories of yore...memories to stay forever.getting drunk and forgetting everything,puking helping others puke,getting up with a hangover.this was life ,but such untended joy of life cannot last forever.but,i am happy that i did enjoy,i will miss u guys,i will miss those wild nights and those sleepy days...i love u ,,adieu my friends ..keep me in your hearts..