Monday, March 17, 2008

no elegant solutions...

Put a pencil to paper, after long.
Literally, that is.
All boo the keyboard age!!
Far removed from the immediate,
a lonely star in the skies fills your conscious.
The blaring sounds of a concert nor the roars of rouge students,
not a sound reaches you.
Lying flat out in a basketball court,
the only light coming from the heavens , you gaze up.
From that little speck of light shrugging away from the rest,
eyes refuse to tear away.
And as if by design, a tiny one manages to leak out of the left eye.
Mujh se pehle kitne shayar, aaye aur aakar chale gaye.
Kuch aahein bhar kar laut gaye, kuch nagmein gaa kar chale gaye.
Woh bhi ek pal ka kissaa the, main bhi ek pal ka kissaa hun.
Kal tum se juda ho ja'uunga, woh aaj tumhaara hissaa hun.

Movie - Kabhie Kabhie
Music - Khayyam
Lyrics - Sahir Ludhianvi
Singer - Mukesh
If in self-doubt,
you are unhealthy company.
Life, Dawkins says... just wants to be.
In the whole drama that ensues...
We forget the bigger picture. Get our priorities wrong.
Chase an ever eluding entity called purpose.
And in general, live in constant narcissist delusion.
There is no elegant solution, for a disturbing problem.
It's donkey work and dirty.
It always is.


Sharad Ragas said...

You write poems at the rate of a printing machine. =)

I might not agree with all of them, but the prolificacy is amazing..

I said...

"at the rate of a printing machine"
er.. thanks, I guess!

"might not agree with all of them"
Where's the fun, if you do?! =P

bytheway... where are you from? (as in native)

Sharad Ragas said...

My nativity is a bit ambiguous, I usually settle for Hyderabad. =)