Feed me

Feed me, feed me a heart and the conjurer o’me will show you a ghastly trick.

Feed me, feed me a start and the traveler o’me will show you a journey from primal being.

Feed me, feed me a line and the spinner o’me will show you a story hatched.

Feed me, feed me a wish and the dreamer o’me will show you the hope lasted.

Feed me, feed me a chance and the grabber o’me will show you my flag masted.

Feed me, feed me a life and the human o’me will show you why god acted.





इस रात की सुबह नहीं

रोक सको तो रोक लो उस आँसुओं की धार को,
जो बहे इस देश के सम्मान की अर्थी को उठता देख कर ।

चुन सको तो चुन लो इस माटी के उस कतरे को,
जो ना सराबोर हो भ्रस्टाचार के सैलाब से ।

ढक सको तो ढक्लो अपनी आँखें तुम बेबस हो ,
और कर भी क्या सकते हो जब तुम्हारी माँ की इज्ज़त लुट चुकी ।

क्या भला उस वोट का जो नोट से पराजित हुई ,
लगता है अब तो दिल पर हुई चोट में भी खोट है ।

बीत गये सोने के दिन अब तो पीतल के भी मांदे हैं,
परकटी चिड़िया भी क्या किसी को हसीन मालूम हुई ।

ना कलयुग को कोसो ना ही दोष मढ़ो ज़माने के सर,
जमाना तो वही रहा बस आप और हम बदल गये।

सूरज तो बस ढल गया अब रात का ही साया है ,
फर्क तो बस इतना है की इस रात की सुबह नहीं ।

The Unholy Revelation 1

Thy shall not dig the past of others, they put a lot of efforts to bury it in the first place.

–Virla Desi 1.1

Thy haveth a mother, I had something other, so is to, am gathering all the crap thrown at me.

–Virla Desi 1.2

Don’t thy be nice to me, I am too fragile to face the aftermath.

–Virla Desi 1.3

I am not among the riches unlike some, waiting for me stars to shine, it may or may not happen; until then accept a plea, try not to treat my dignity as an object thy can enjoy playing with.

–Virla Desi 1.4

It may have happened a long ago during the early pupillage, but a passer by still feels the smell of fresh blood dripping on that mosaic slab, coming through the ajar window of those hoary ruins.

–Virla Desi 1.5

O, the fetus of my unborn brother, I envy you in my dreams, as thy never faced the wrath, I endured.

–Virla Desi 1.6

The Tasteless Tale of an Emotionless Dumbass

People often suggested or better I can say passed their judgement, about the lack of emotional quotient in me.

During the prime era of being a college student, I decoded the aforementioned statement as I am cooler than others, but during the penultimate semester I realized that being cool is an emotion too. So I am as cool as the δx or δy, both of them are used to represent infinitesimally small amounts, apparently.

I brought another alternate to fight the demons of being an in-emotional  being, which was “I am in Control”, and it was a solid addition to the arsenal. But sometimes it was needed to lose the control to get hold on the situation. Simply to say use the manly ego before the calmness of a saint (read turncoat).

With time the diplomacy which was a weapon of choice and produced pretty accurate shots, was off target. Getting caught sometimes and using the torrent of words to come out, which would have seemed to work forever, was not exactly as promising trick as it promised to be. The words became whirlpool at some instances and gulped their master.

The situations are hardest when the game of case taking turns to something personal. An emo can easily say “Go Fuck Yourself” and feel better, but the situation is not so easy for a stolid. He can’t hurl insults, he can’t use the silent treatment because usage of these tricks will make him an emo too, which is a bigger insult for him. He/She will prefer being a bastard.

What I will do is, that I conspire, I make plans, I be patient, I lay low, and wait for the right moment to explode when the stakes are high, so is the vulnerability of the target. The method seems to be adopted from a movie which feature Mosad or KGB or Forth Reigh, but lets get it straight it does not work. As life is too complicated to remember the petty nuisances, plus as a stoic you don’t have the fuel of emotions to pump up your rage. Soon you forget but the emo on the other end treats those words of insult as an achievement, and makes a picture of you being a dumbass (who does not know how and when to react).

Next time when you hear somebody calling you very practical or stoic; Please Please listen Emotionless Dumbass.


Who are They?

They come like jumping frogs,

they brawl like barking dogs,

they depart like lazy hedgehogs.

Who are they?

At first all of them are tame,

then they start causing a little pain,

but when they go you feel maim.

Who are they?

They make foolish comments,

but even the silliest talks they apprehend,

they provide life a strange yet adorable bend.

Who are they?

Many times they laugh when you cry,

but when you fail, they persuade to give another try,

on every matter they push and they pry.

Who are they?

They never return anything that you lend,

against them, no cheap tactics used can offend,

without exception everybody has a friend.

but Who are they?

What are they?

Why are they?

and Where are they?

State of M!nD

Confused to an extent, has doubt on the existence of self.

Messed up to a limit, plans are the thing of past.

Unoccupied to that boundary, where even sun and thoughts don’t go.

Lost so much, can’t recall any skill to survive.

Hungry like a beggar, who can eat anything and everything but still will starve.

Weak weaker weakest, every segment of this chain is equally vulnerable.

Hopeless, tomorrow will never come.

Want, need, like, seek, not the verbs that occur in dictionary.

Goals, they are at two places either in ball games or in life, don’t play football, and what is life.

Songs they only make sense if it’s extracted from them, you can’t extract something that you don’t recognize.

Darkness, is it something different from enlightenment.

Is That Me???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????


Tough Decision

As usual it is a Saturday so I have nothing to do, frankly speaking I had nothing to do in this whole week except for some petty issues like dish washing and some deliveries. I have done only one brave thing this week, that is deactivating my facebook account, which I hope will will be reactivated in a span of 1 or 2 days.
Till then BLOG and TWEET.