Dispassion

Days like these wont come again

Knows my soul but I won’t budge

Whats the purpose afterall

To steal my peace and live in stress?

To take out time in pursuit of happiness?

My own life, one day at a time

I want to live knowing 

Nothings coming to an end.

No guilt, no drive, no will to survive

Chasing to be someone, someone else

I don’t want to fly nor swim nor die

Why can’t I have no goals, none to satisfy?

Not selling myself as the world tells

Tinkering my life for whistles and bells.

My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.

Why should I get up and take up a task

What task should I be doing anyway?

Where do I go to find my passion

What is the purpose of this Segway?

Being “stagnant”, “ignorant”, lazy as hell

I won’t let them write for me my gospel.

My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.

For what I am here I may not know

I am alive being me, to be all alone

In this race of life to achieve the goal

Of being true to what I want in my soul

In the process of time, let me get churned

My life my business. No one gets a turn.

My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.

Defining my happiness, let it be my choice

Not going by the farce and altering my life

What do I get at the end of all this?

Fame money power and what about will?

No free will, no freedom of speech

and No offense are all sweet nothings.

My own life, ... Nothings coming to an end.

Doing what I want and basking in my peace.

Can’t say it better than words like these.

Just being myself, doing what I will

In my paradise and paying my bills

Relation, religion, fashion and passion

Inspite and above let be compassion

My own life, one day at a time

I want to live knowing 

Nothings coming to an end.

I am All!

All along and always

The song of life I sing

To be alive and be present

to be the sound of being

I am big, so big I say

I say and so it is

My thoughts are facts and artifacts

Its true and not a quiz

So often they think so

But only of themselves

That they are kings and knights and queens

And we are jacks and elves

But why don’t they understand

its me who is the king

I am all alive and all present

Indeed the sound of being

Its all always me I think 

and all around is my work

All is me and I am all

An expert and a jerk

What would happen if I stop

Would the life wait?

So silly for me to think

That I can’t own my fate

Enough of this play of words

and praises of my zing

I thought I was all alive and all present

But that is not the thing

I always thought I am biggest

And so damn sure I was

It feels so great to think so great

But the laws for self applause

I am but a pin in a sea 

A sea of seas of souls

How can I be so big

playing just a few roles

All illusion, self-delusion

And so now I realize

All are me and I am for all

So small it feels to despise

Now all along and always

The song of life I will sing

To be alive and be present

For every sound of being

Mr. Happy, Who are You?

Oh Happiness come dawn on me
For once I just wanna see
how and what makes you tall
That makes them say ever and again
Happy I want to be!

You are, one say, is lots of money
You are, for some, just time and honey
Some keep talking about power to rule
For some its food yummy and full
Some, though, say you are unreal
And getting over you is true you!
Oh what you are I wanna see
For once, truly Happy I wanna be!

Love, Money, Honey and Food
Sense, Comfort, Giving and Good,
Power, Ego, Honour and Fame
Act, Play, Art and Game
Millions of ways you are defined
Some work hard, some wait for time
Reasons, Logics all defied are
when they see just one is not what you are.

Oh Happiness, the true you,
I beckon, for once, you reckon
to reveal yourself, true and full
and Come to terms with the mankind
and stay forever just being yourself.

Down to Our Earth

Standing on the cliff
I looked down the rocks
I saw the deep valley
With bones all around.

My heart beat fast
I said to myself
I will be bones
If I put a step ahead.

The rocks laughed out
They all mocked at me
What it takes to jump
I dint have in me.

The winds then blew
Stronger and Wild
As if to push me
saying 'Jump Oh Child'!

I dont know why
You all are after me.
& I jumped to death
To land in peace.

I opened my eyes
& I asked them all
You knew I wont die
Then why dint u tell.

You dont believe
and you never will
For we arent valued
For who we are.

You trusted us for life
We saved you didnt we?
You think of us as slaves
& we revolt back, you see.

You have learnt lessons
& we teach them all the time.
You are said to be pirates
The pirates who mime.
You think we are here
Just to fill the dearth.
Come make us your habitat
& Heavens will come
Down to our Earth.

I'm a Techie

Follow my orders

else I'll start to ache

Threats my back gave.

I rubbished them

I ignored them

Now its me who suffer.

I'm a bencher

I sit always

On bench but on the chair.

Tyre grows daily

Eyes are strained

All days are bad hair.

I'm not happy

I cant say

coz there is no ear to hear.

For Them I work

I'm a hero.

I say to get them near.

Only a few

Get a chance

Luckily I'm one.

One of the

ten millions I'm.

& My mom's lucky son.

Big short names

Huge clean frames

There is a fact absurd.

Its name game

With some lame fame

In this Illusioned world.

Just a graduate

I was

Unwaged Underdog

What hoaxed them

to let me in

is a mystery yet unsolved.

They were hoaxed

or it was me

doesnt matter anyway.

Hoaxed, ofcourse

millions are

but all are not strays.

Manipulated

life is

Clearly now I know.

I'm a techie

A bit more lucky

Is a myth most echoed.

Working for a year

and two

I realise I'm gettin old.

Old enough for

them to think

My skills cant be sold.

Old enough for

my back to warn me

I'll start to ache.

Being old

is no pleasure

having cut just 23 cakes.

Mind it

Oh mankind

Techies dont earn much.

Nor they have

a happy life

and have nothin nonesuch.

Thud Thud Thud.

“God is happy today” Jackie thought.
It was very rare to see a girl of such features in this part of the village. Amidst a Black crowd stood a girl with blue eyes & British skin. Her little nose flirted with her lips. Black hair flowed on her curvy back.
“She surely belongs to the North, somewhere near the Himalayas” Jackie guessed.
“What a beauty…!” It was Jagan with open jaws.
"Shes different. Look at her charm buddy. Look her moves." wondered jackie.
"Shes hot man!!" Jagan purged.
Jackie rolled his eyes.
"Hey you stop dreaming now. Lets move."
"No Man let see where she is from. A different breed in town. We should keep ourselves updated, isnt it?"
As always Jagan won on this. They followed her like Tweeters.


They made it a point to note every small detail of the blue eyed lady.
Jagan, be it partially, realised his dream of touching her when the wind blowed and an edge of her skirt touched Jagan. His joy knew no bounds. He shivered with that feather touch.
"Wow!! Shes electric man!!" he exclaimed.
They once overheard her haggles at the grocery shop in Hindi.“She is a foreigner who bargains.”
"How do you know shes a Foreigner?
"Cross Breed maybe."
“Let’s see where she goes”


Two shadows followed her & she noticed it.
She entered a small solitary abandoned lane.
They followed. Buildings were painted black on both the sides of the road. “Strange”, they thought. At the end of the road was knee-high grass. Yellow grass. She continued her way and so did the boys.
 “Where is she going? She is a bit strange.” Jackie whispered.
“Eminem."
“Eminem? Maybe you mean Enigma. Idiot."
"Whatever it is. A riddle I mean."
"Jagan I'm in no mood ok. I'm fuckin serious."
"Ok. Ok. I think she is a witch. Even her skirt is long like the witches’” Jagan murmured back.
"As if you see them in you school. Now stop your Fairy Tales Jagan. “
“She is not even looking for the road as if she knows this place. I sense some dark secret here.”
“Maybe she is not new to this knee-high-groin-itching-grass place.”
“We need to know the truth Jagan. Follow me.”
Jagan was not there. “Jagan? Jagan where are you?” Jackie whispered a bit louder.
He was nowhere. Jackie rolled his eyes around but there was no Jagan. He got afraid for the geek.


“Stupid Jagan. Where is he lost now?” Jackie panicked. He felt the stream flowing under his left chest. He thought of calling his name aloud but “that will attract the evils” thought rational Jackie.
Rustling sounds filled his ears. He sensed a crawl up his leg. He shook it and the crawling stopped but the rustling didnt. It continued to haunt him. The emptiness of the grass field and the dark clouds above added to the horror.
He saw a shadow rising in front. He heard his pounding heart. A hand on his shoulder & his heart skipped a beat. He slowly turned back and a sweat bead rolled down his neck.
Jagan gave his geeky smile, showing off his braces.
“Where, the hell, were you? You asshole.” Jackie poured out his furious fear on clenched teeth.
“I was tying my lace. These long laces always intrude. I should replace them I think.” Jagan explained plainly. “What happened? Why are you sweating in this cool weather?” he asked.
Looking at the small, now timid face of Jackie, Jagan sensed fear. He couldn’t stop laughing. “You are scared!! The knee-high-groin-itching grass scared you!” Jagan couldn’t control. Embarrassed Jackie tried to ignore but couldn’t.
“Shut up & look for the girl now.”
Jagan was still smiling. “Hey look, there she is. She is going into that hut. The mud hut.”
“Let’s go in there.” Jackie suggested.
“No. No!”
“What no no? What happened?”
“What if that’s a witch’s hut?”
“Lets go Mr. Coward.”
It was getting dark. Jagan checked his digital wrist watch. It was showing 2:26 PM. “Weird. Even the weather is being Jagan.” he said to himself. They saw the black silhouette entering the hut from a distance.
Somehow they reached the hut, struggling through the grass. They heard three thuds. Thud. Thud. Thud. They looked at each other and remained silent. Thud. Thud. Thud. They heard it again. Thrice. They tried in vain to decipher the sound. Slowly they peeped into the hut from outside.
The hut was opaque. They were puzzled when they didn’t see anyone in there. Jackie dared to step in. Jagan proved it again how lily-livered he was.
Jackie stepped into the hut. It was all dark and void but the dark hut was calm. He heard a murmur in the corner. He took his cellphone out from his jeans, switched on the torch & Thud Thud Thud.
Jagan called for Jackie from outside. He was terrified and so, escaped from the scene hearing the next three thuds, bewildered.


Thirty Four Bodies were found, lying one on the other, making a huge pile of human debris, in the grass field next day. Reason of death was not known. No scar. No cuts.
Surprisingly, all the bodies were that of men. No women.
“This boy is saying he saw a mud hut here yesterday. Hey you, speak out.” A police constable informed his senior on the walkie talkie.
“The hut was here yesterday. Verily here. Real hut. I peeped into it. But…but there is nothing here now. A blue eyed girl entered the hut. Jackie followed.” Jagan bursted out on the walkie talkie.
“Recollect where it was, exactly. Thirty four bodies is not a joke. There is something surely mysterious down there. I will reach in 10 minutes. Look around if you see any hut of any shape. The hut is the clue.” Senior police man ordered.
No. The hut was not there.
Few months later, Jagan followed a blue eyed girl wearing a black skirt and went through the same lane, again. Same black buildings, same knee-high grass. He looked for some hints of his previous visit. But he didn’t find any. Lo!! There was the hut standing amidst grass. He ran to the hut with a racing heart. He touched it. It was verily there. He peeped inside, the same opaque view. He thought of going in. He didn’t. Instead he took out his cell phone and tapped three buttons and then one. Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Hello Jagan. What’s the matter? Did you get any hint? Did you see any hut? Hey Jagan speak out. Where are you? Jagan? Jagan?” The voice on the other side kept querying while the cell phone was still lying on the grass.
Thud Thud Thud was all he heard.

Lucky Life!!

Oh I wish I was there

but just to see how they live.

In the desert sands with mountains around

where slashes are all they give.

For years they struggled,

For decades they cried.

The glowing cheeks no more glow

With stains of tears dried.

For men its a rule

to bear chest long beard.

If you fail at it they swear

you will not be spared.

The officials roamed around the town

full of arms and rugs.

The second food of people here

was the pain killing drugs.

You will either be stoned or hanged,

or cut to pieces small.

For they believe they do this for God.

Else you are a shame for all.

God never set rules they follow

and never asked to harass.

They amend the quotes and hoax the people.

With brains like Jack Ass.

Women I tell you were there

for the guys to marry,

To bear the men some children

and face the faces scary.

No music no songs

No meetings allowed for long.

No art no beauty

Nothing they did was wrong.

It was a rule of the land to suffer

under the unruly rule.

where every woman was a pain

and every man a mule.

The besieged country of Afghanistan

trying its way to be democratic.

With the external forces though

its still facing its own fatigue.

This was just to put some light

on how countries suffer.

And we say life in Mumbai

is not getting better.

How lucky are we

To get a life of our own

We can sing we can learn

No rule for beards to be grown.

This surely teaches us how

to stay happy with the fate.

and stop counting the days spent

since the Birth date.

Be happy always

with a face of sweet smile.

With every breath may you smell peace

You be blissful all the while.

God Bless.