Wish...

It seemed so many beautiful days..
I sense I cannot be forgetful ofcourse
So many reasons of unnerving bliss
Apprehensive,what if my words, you take amiss
But do you realise why emotions are rife..
and why your smile brings me back to life?

The song of the cascading river I hear,
the singing nightingales , and you, were there
Poetry by the riverside flows..
mystique eyes , serene fragrance of rose
But do you realise why emotions are rife..
and why your smile brings me back to life?

Romance and pain are siamese twins
Fear that U'll let go, wrecks me within
Affection is ambitious for a vagabond man
For an eternity I wish I could hold your hand
But then one day when you will say good bye
I will be there, waving at you with a smile

The master of funk

It is rather unfair to blame existentialism as a cornerstone of all that went wrong to the world at large. At no point of time can I refrain from blaming myself for what possibly went wrong with me. I know of a friend who has this unique ability of finding unequal reasons for things that went the other way and I know that you identify with many who do so. The pretext remains that they are far too ignorant or adamant to accept that things on which we don’t have much control, are better left without much analysis. Pragmatism lies in our abilities to make the most of what we, as an individual, can and leave the rest undisturbed; with optimism and faith of a certain kind. But that is me speaking and you might as well have reasons not to think similarly. You will talk of situations, choices, affordability and social structure. You will come back to the point where I started from, sighting the fact that this ardent insistence of disregard to the “norms” and doing one’s own thing is a reason to many a downfalls. You may even criticize me to be an atheist and how self-destructing it can get when you have no fear of an ubiquitous obvious, the threads of which we were all intertwined with, since the time we lived. When I talk about faith of a different kind I talk of confidence and abilities which are developed and if persevered, remain.

I will not go into individual examples, as these can be singular and mis-leading. The world today is talking about the huge mess that the so called greedy wall-street bankers have made of the financial system. The blame is being forced on individual interests of bankers as much as the corporate game of one-upmanship. Billions have been lost and the investor is appalled at the abysmal lack of sensitivity shown by the fund managers whilst dealing with hard earned bread of common man. Recently I read about people complaining of the fact that the principle of “to each one his own” has endangered trust among human beings and sighted this example of reckless mal-utilization of individual capital. Morality is being questioned on the pretext of lack of fear that is expected to emanate from a civilized god-fearing man. A hint at again blaming existentialism as a means of justifying wrong doings. I beg to differ again.

In fact many in and out of business would agree that if the blame has to be fixed, the foremost to be considered are the seekers of returns. In a game of “who makes more”, sanity is often sacrificed. So you have people queuing up for higher returns on investment to an extent that innovation in financial markets became an absolute necessity. Hence the derivative market and more and more exploitation of the ever shrinking resource bank, loans being sold and securities created out of virtual assets. The argument which held firm and clear pre black sunday was individual existence and individual enhancement. So why blame existentialism now, when everything we have lost were focused on our own well-being.

The point to note is not far fetched. You might as well question me that am I doubting ethics? Am I demeaning group responsibility? My answer would be that ethics and cumulative responsibility is the benchmark that we can hold our ambitions against. Individual whims and desires cannot at any point outgrow essentials like morals and beliefs, but at the same time lets hold each one of us responsible for any detours we take to satiate our thirsts of different kinds. If we are justified at taking certain risks, our positions will be vindicated and if we are unable to return home in peace, nobody but our own actions remain responsible. The dice for the game of life is unevenly loaded and is meant for the masters of funk. It is not made for the fainthearted.

Cheers!

Am a bachelor to the hilt ,these days I have more than enough time
I remain in dreams,listen to music and try my hand at rhymes
But then ofcourse I carry the curse of being a lustful man
Through the corner of eyes I savour delights, as much as I can

There is this girl, pretty face an curls, who walks by my cubicle
and after the rains, against restraints, on her face i noticed a trickle
Dont blame myself, completely forgot, was left gawking at her
the look on her eyes, just sufficed , she understood the matter

And lads like me, it'l always be, hang around her and fancy their chances
Its time for me, to seize opportunity , theres reason to close distances
Competition you may, please stay away,let that girl for me be free
I own that pout, remove your clout, today she smiled at me..
Yeah today she smiled at me.........

The last laugh..

And again like a sharpnell hits, your words of pity my friend,
I wish I can keep you amazed, this time and time again...


Remember , when i was forced to lose, or so to you it must have appeared
When friends and foes, all in one go. had discussed and smeared
helplessness on my face, inspite, they all knew, they feared
it was just plain bad luck ; Did I desrve to be speared
with ghastly blows above my toes? My heart burnt with desire
to tell you to reach you, to spring ahead, with zeal,ice and fire...


And then you closed all alleways, you thought you'd keep me down
You couldnt believe the thrust I could achieve and I did notice you frown
You were left in a daze, you were wide awake; your imaginations went all in vain
You sat and sulked, couldnt believe I worked my way out of my pain
You tried to hold me; confuse, control me and then you turned insane
You mirrored fallacy, strained in jealousy as i merrily danced in the rain...


I remember how like a sharpnell hit, your words of pity my friend,
I wish I can keep you amazed, this time and time again...

Amused....

Visceral pleasures of an ensconced man
I repeat the myriad sins
of pleasing myself in solitude
and play my music in purported élan
They say I am a confused man

Refurbished wounds like a soiled caftan
tattered to shreds with false belief
They did not fathom my strong desire
to re-live, replenish my vanity van
They say I am a confused man

so what conventions are not for me
Priorities progress like rapids, change
directions at will where loose earth encourages
me to push as hard as I can
They say I am a confused man......