Strive ye Mortals

Deepened shadows darken up the sky,
thunder rolls on, midst of rain and fury..
rages of battle as red flows below,
Forces of mankind battling for their glory.

On the plains we stand,
with the future in our hand,
Pain fills the abode,
as the water turns blood.

whispers through the wind,
enlighten the mind,
endless is the cold,
as the enemy begins to fold

Together the wolves and the owls shall feast
Run down the hills as the twilight veils
avenge the years for the anger is fierce
to the night rise shall thou holding the spears.

Sorrow, souls and pain rise with the morning sun,
late as it is yet a crimson dawn,
thoughts of death, as i gaze at the horizon
hails come down to turn the earth into a frozen stone.

Passione' de Revenge

You are the one who put me through such tortures,
You are the one who pushed me into this darkness,
I wasn't ready for such slaughters
Ending up with rotten flesh and stinkin blood.

Pushed into the paths of no return,
the times have changed, now is my turn...
thy presence does not scare me any more,
swear to thine, will hurt you to the core.

Close thy eyes, and hear my voice
Turn back and face it,any choice??
see around for bodies are on roll,
I'll run you down and take you by the soul..

Blades tainted with the sin of your spine,
Tears fill in as the illusion is no longer mine,
Depravity fills the mind, with thy effort in vain,
choir of angels fill the wind, a death so fine..

Now I am ready for the darkness
take my body, take my life
take my soul and burn me out
take it once for all and let it go!!!

Awaiting Morte!!!

Born on this earth being a curse,
is this life worth or something worse??
woken up with flesh and bone,
I have been all but left alone...

Darkening thoughts fill my memory
With hate,curse and pain dancing in reverie
Rambling over what we never had nor cared,
Is this all that is supposed to be bereaved??

Searching for survival and hoping for salvation
but to face confrontation with damnation
Slow end creeping with suffocation
Hope and wait for it to end in cremation...

Tombs consecrated with procession around
Tossed are we into a unmarked grave underground
Banished into the potholes of eternal rest
A end so premature and so unjust.

I see you atlast in front of me
gone are the times missing you far too long
As i killed life to be back to where you belong
Am i to be blamed for being insane??

Calore!!!

Had the Tsunami had happened in this time of the year, it would have simply
evaporated even before reaching the shore. The sweltering summert is back. I
would have melted by now if I were something which exhibits Liquid properties,
sonia's skull for instance. Unfortunately, I am human and I am left with no choice but
to witness the roads shimmering from the scorching sun, wondering what would
happen if somebody fell on their bums on melting tar.One fellow to whom this
would make absolutely no diffirence is none other than our GABTUN!!!
You only have two choices. One, stay at home and prevent further damage to your
brain. Two, step outside and turn into a fired geese as in one of the Tom and Jerry
cartoons. If you choose the latter, it means you are either a buffalo or a Romeo
waiting for your Juliet at a hot-spot like a beach, which even the buffloes avoid for
obvious reasons as sunburns.so stay at home.
Just wondering if Lord Rama had gone on exile for 14 years in such sweltering
heat, and imagine Bharata asking for his sandals!!! would love to see the resulting
reaction!!!
The Pune Corporation have come to a decisive conclusion that trees hamper the
free flow of traffic in the city (only the trees ?? huh hehe) and chopped down
anything on the way.So finding shade is not as easy as getting Ganguly out in the slips. Everybody takes bath twice a day. Air conditioners are no longer a luxury. If you don't have an AC at home, atleast get to a shopping complex nearby which has one. A girls shopping area is obviously a very good choice. But make sure it is not in the 1km radius from Pune Central. You may be happy there but you are also assured death. Fulto Money back guarantee!
Kids are given vacations to enjoy i.e. get the hell out of this place and go to some
hilly region. Whoever started the concept of Summer Coaching Camps, I am sure has been cursed enough by kids to have died by now. Parents find it really attractive to put their kids in some training camp to develop some extra-curricular activities, but all kids develop is a tan.
Office schedule sucks. Working 6 hours of junk is not even appreciated even if the
buildings are completely air conditioned. It is a pain in the @$$ to go to work
in this stupid heat. Pity me! :(:(

COUP DE "GRACE"

"COUP DE GRACE" is the sign that flashes all over the company in which i work with the slogan "Nominate Yourself Before Somebody else Nominates you" :D!! what stupidity, waste of time in yapping yourself to glory in verbal duels as if physical duels were any less!! Here are a few things that are done across with amazing consistency and uniformity in all cases.
Management skills are as indispensable as a voice is to a woman for her life and thanks to Soniaji that i stand a born loser. Last week I was the chosen one to witness this event and came to a rather contemporary conclusion that most people suck at it.

The people who take part in it can be easily separated according to the tenacity with which they appear. One, Those who know what they speak and keep on speaking. Two, those who are convinced that sun bath and bisibelabath are something similar. Three, those distinctly affected by the various soaps and enthusiastic when somebody says that a musquito bites. Four, those with an fluency of Lalluji and an IQ of 15. Five, those who blissfully advocate for the rooted belief that silence is golden. There are many intellectuals as well in the fifth group. Just that they feel it's utterly worthless to strain the muscles in their mouth for this so called insignificance.

Group I - Go ahead and try for a job. If you don't get one it means you lied. You don't belong to this group. For those in group II and III , I have nothing to say. I do not have any hopes that a brain that has not developed in a span of 20 years is going to get any better in a couple of years. Five in the mind, four in the hand calculations suit you better. Cheers. Group IV - you have every chance of ruling a democratic nation like India. Good Luck. And the few others who were blessed to be in Group V .. u all may be wondering why i am in support of them.. if u still wonder do drop me a mail :):)

However, being an Indian, no matter how much you try, you will find that the discussion is in utter chaos at 1 min from the start. Blame the genes who else :):)

Mastering Yoga the easier way

Mastering the art of yoga can be as simple as stuffing ur mouth, blocking ur nose with two cotton balls and trying to breath through you ears!! and believe me this gentleman at his awe inspiring age has mastered not only that but also the awe inspiring asanas such as jismabandhanajanmashabdadiMithunda asana (now dont ask me what is that) and many more. He says that rigourous practice of such asanas for 23 hrs 55 mins a day and for 3 days a week has made him fit and fine. The gentleman spends other 4 days of the week bed ridden with pulmonary disorder by practising this asana :).

Doing such things at his age can be achieved only by two ways!! The first by a new born baby if our one and only Captain, the saviour of india, the terrorist fighter Gabtun Vijaykanth takes his face close and manages a laugh. In such case the baby would die of gross transmogrifying fits (ie death at first sight).



The other case has been achieved in record time of 15 mins after this perfectly normal youth on your leftside after he mistook Vodka for Rum!!!!
now thats what we call the Power of the Youth :):)

But my dad believes such things are not posibble. :(:(

Say cheers!!

Disclaimer : The above analysis is false to the best of the profound knowledge of a person who knows Vodka and Rum are diffirent and most importantly has seen the great "jismabandhanajanmashabdadiMithunda asana" being performed by his roomie :):)

The Zephyr at The Wanderers

Caught Inside the circle of fire
Fiamma of desire enlightened the night
Allowed their instincts to urn
And writhe they now in ecstasy!!!

Confused by the Title and the start up!! Well so they are basking in their glory and so am i in memories of the night that lit up the cricketing world. The SpringBoks waked up to face a new reality as the evnts unfolded the previous night ina morbid match at the wanderers!! Labelled chokers so often to a few glorious occasions filled with illLuck and murkhy clouds, the team showed the world, that the superiority of the Kangaroos which seemed to seep over this entire winter were to experience a careening lurch.

The Wanderers crowd, the most "Ego Fede" in the country, had been washed with silence by the Aussie onslaught only to be distracted during lunch with a patriotic performance. But, with the help of Smith and Gibbs, they began to believe in the impossible and ultimately berserk as beer swilled all over the place. For the Australians it was apocalyptic.

Fraternities of a Foul Soul

While we are busy weaving a intense circle of lies in this black world filled with deceit, darkness and death liitle do we realise that it's a dangerous game we continue to play. All this time as we watch helplessly with the pain eating us away and the memories refusing to fade, we are bonded by the rotting shell of dying trust and lo!! Do we need share this hell at any cost??
Tryst of lies
I can see it in your eyes
Tryst of lies
You can see it in my eyes
It will never be the same
We have gone too far this time
Our pyramids of false dreams
Comes crashing down...
A rotting shell of dying trust
We will share this hell at any cost