To Pinky

Just Once

Just once
That’s it!

Struggling with riddles
That are crafted by ghosts
Fighting it out
Precocious mind, I thought

Like an open book
I let out the wind
They complained it was chilly!

Living a lie
Lying a life
Obsequious sincerity is the end?

Complaisant without complaints
Love without malice
Favor without returns
Emotions without fear

Finish the chapters
Close the book
Remove all fear
Have the last look

For just once
That’s it!

To

O! I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

When dreams and day unite ….

me: …… r u going to office or not?
Friend : din’t go today. couldn’t sleep the whole night yesterday, woke up at 6 in the evening, i’m down with fever.. will be sleeping early from today..
… too bored since you left.. smoking only a joint or two.. will be regular to work from now on.
me: though i have friends here still i m lonely … ppl dont have time for others … and the void ……. left can’t be filled by anyone
but then i m working … u work for a goal
to keep urself self sustained so that u pursue othr goals
friends: yeah..
me: there is always a purpose … always a pre ordained rationale behind everything
even ur existence
u might not know now ….
nut in times to come u will …. thats called finding oneself
me: u thr?
Friend: Lets say if i find the purpose, my pre ordained destiny, or the path leading to it, and i decide to live it out. some fine rainy day, i find my existence knotted with everything around. my life, just running around things that maketh my way and that only yield to history of assorted nothings. What if the dream is shattered!
just a thought.
me: dreams never get shattered … answer my question: Have u been dreaming the same all ur life?
…. the same dream?
Friend: no.
me: whatever u do … all ur actions, words and steps … create and shape ur dreams
me: so living ur dreams is not a resultant of ur existance ….. ur existence is a resutant of ur dreams
Friend: yeah very right. i get dreams of places and people i don’t even know. i see them look at them and can touch or feel things around. live there stay there for a while but, nothing stays. nobody talks much coz you know they are my dreams. and most of the times i feel i’m dreaming a similar dream. and you know these dreams stick so much with the seemingly mediocre reality around, which makes me feel the pain.
I am not free
me: well thats not the truth
u r free … so u can dream surreal
most ppl dont dream
i stopped dreaming
or just stopped remembering
Friend: if thats the truth then i’m screwed man.
me: why?
u r not screwed … u have feelings
u r sensitive to ur feelings
thats makes u all the more real
look at the song i m listening
there is no concept of broken dreams

~ Random Chords …. with my Friend’s permission …

Ways & Means

Train of thoughts .. very fast … very furious … racing past me… You know what! These days, one of ‘those’ again coming back to me. I think about it every where I go and every thing I do: anytime anywhere. For instance, when I am travelling in an auto I feel like jumping out and stand in front of a big truck …. in a highway … Then, I was sipping coffee… cold Delhi-winter morning, on my 17th floor terrace… in my office, I wanted to lean over the window-without-grills. Felt exhausted and peaceful … my acrophobia got stomped at the flick of a switch … and I wanted to jump off. And then the other day, when I was taking a hot water bath … I was enjoying every bit of hiss the hot water made touching my cold skin … saw the electric extension cord… wanted to dipp it in the very pleasing hot water. I hate you … I hate you pleasing me … when was the last time I told myself the truth – you pleasing me?

I am a bit exhausted, you see, writing this crap on a measly bit of webspace, showcasing the world a treasure trove of misery and run-of-the-mill bull crap which nobody will understand unless they experience it … alas world! And you ask me has the world gone to the dogs … haha funny ain’t it? … life that is ….

Lost

“Where are
the moods that made a day
the dreams that walked a mile
the rain that drenched the soul
the coffee that brought a smile

Why are
the boundaries so far away
the rules so tough to break
the answers so cryptic
the innocent lies at stake

What are
the reasons for this mad race
the fears that we try to hide
the places that we need to find
the hopes that we leave by the side

Who are the ghosts that crowd the place?”

~ written by a very special person in my life

She

She should be as dreamy as I am … even more…
She should love music as passionately as I do …. even more…
She should be honest… as honest as I could ever be … even more ….
She should be as simple as I am … even more …
She should be as passionate as life could be … even more ..
She must love me as much as I love her … not more ..

#Comments from old blog#

 

 

IssacMJ said…

Nice!
But as a concept, I dont there’s a thing as I love you more than you or vice versa.
Either you do or you dont!

3:21 PM

Smoochy said…

She.. sounds too good to be true!
Good luck with ur quest, buddy

6:00 PM

Till death do us apart!

If I knew there is life after death
wud it be so attractive?

If I knew there is no pain in death
Would it be so adventurous?

If I knew I am not missed
Would it be worthwhile?

There is no solution
with death
with life
and its fret

What I know now is real
And all the elegies are drivel
The song I am singing
will soon be a part of the past
And all that I remember
Will remain unto the last

remaining drops… update

i am thinking about…
Why am I this? Why do I do? What do I do? How do I do? …. Do be Do be dooo
i said..
Yea right
i wish…
you health … pink of ur health!
i hear…
voices…. scary…. very scary….. engulfing my much-craved silence ……
i wonder…
How i wonder why… yesterday my friend showed me the blue blue sky? And they don’t now? I wonder why ……
i regret…
being born in a world of superficiality and sensitization…. sucking life out of you the moment you breathe in it ….. till the last drop of love pumped out of your lifeless heart.
i am…
dead man …
i sing…
Bhangra? Stoopid …. ofcourse elegies
i cry…
for and out of love… craving for attention (sometimes)…..like a baby
i am not always…
a crazyfoetus … (btw thats my internet name)
i make with my hands…
shadows of animals to entertain my niece and hopefully my first child next ….
i write…
in books, leaves, toilet papers, hankerchiefs, tissue paper & skin….. for verbal onanism…
i confuse…
personal and professional life … alex and issac… laurel and hardy… anuradha patil and tina munim… love and chicanery…
i need…
my loved ones to come back to my life again….

#Comments from old blog#

bolivar said…

you make with your hands some mililitres of white cloudy liquid which otherwise could have been used ofr the perpetuation of the race

bolivar

She died….

Glug glug glug
And she died …

Once she had a kid named Bonnie
Who went out searching for his pony
Pony got naughty and went crazy jolly
She hopped and popped and searched for mollie
Mollie who?
Oh! Mollie the pony…
Mollie went to the whisky milli
Milli what?
Oh! Milli the vinery
Pony went crazy and got little dizzy
Hopped and hopped fell on the machinery
She went to rescue him and jump on the machinery
Pony went squirty
She fell on whiskey

glug Glug Glug

Did She die?

Shadows of bright moon light

 

Why do you feel so conscious when you look me in the eyes…
If I have done something to you that made you feel so shy
You told me you’d always be there.. losing you is nothing to fear
Is there a reason for me to feel so insecure
May be your love for me is not so sure
Is this is not true … then ..

Why do I feel so lonely tonight
Without you in my arms
Without you by my side
Why do I feel so lonely tonight
When I look to the sky waving goodbye

Why do I feel I lose u for life
Coz…. u hide urself in the shadows of bright moonlight ….

~Vishnu

Circle …..

Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that I
Am quite myself again.

~ excerpt from the poem “Shropshire Lad”

And my body, mind, soul, and everything gives away

Psychedelia has been an attractive option for many … for me too .. its so different from a regular mundane life … but like many I just thought abt it … read abt it .. until 2003. 2003 unleashed the manacles that clouded my vision … I wanted to be on the otherside .. to break in … to break out … the doors of perception calling me to be cleansed … oflate I am experiencing something new .. sounds funny but somehow my Neurosomatic circuit has been responding defining its way into a new realism … sounds surreal … you know what … turn on tune in drop and we’ll talk … more to do on this ………

See more progress on: turn on, tune in, drop out

I wanna do Virgin!

There was a time when I said, “I am doing an MBA to learn how the corporates work .. but then .. I wanted to marry Sir Richard Branson’s daughter (if any) to take over Virgin” … I have always liked Virgin .. the way Sir Branson created the empire .. the ways they launch a product/service … it’s amazing … I have actually taken a baby-step towards it by joining Virgin Radio, India

See more progress on: work in Virgin Radio, UK

Bollywood Calling

When u were a kid, didn’t u just think abt far away things … u knew that they were not possible but still u wd think abt them and spend endless afternoons … Well I am not a very big bollywood fan myself .. yet as a kid only respite other than books was movies for me .. partly conniving in this vice of mine was a neighbourhood VHS vendor who used to call me up to tell me if a new movie has arrived …

Nevertheless, something happened to me a few days back … I met this woman (28 -30 yrs) in office … she is the station head for Virgin Calcutta … We chatted and chatted … there was no one around to show her the office and introduce everyone to her .. so i became her knight in shinning armour … I showed her how to work in MS Project … all this while I thought I saw/knew her … and yesterday I gathered courage to ask her if she was a model … she smiled and she said “No dude, remember ‘kya ada kya jalwe tere paro … o paro’… that ‘Paro’ was me” ….

Boom… and I crashed … She was Anjali Jathar who had a small career of 7 films in Bollywood .. including Trimurti with Shahrukh Khan … She was that cute little girl about whom all the guys including yours truly talked abt and while I am writing this … she is sitting right in front of me and smiling … She got married … went to US .. did a course in Mass Comm and joined O&M .. will ask her out for dinner/lunch …

See more progress on: meet a celebrity

To life ….

What did u think
when u started it?
That there will be an end?

Are u responsible with feelings?
Was this an adventure-
You would like to call “your own”?

Breaking a heart is so easy
It’s like smashing a beer bottle
- the bottle you drank with gusto
Have your tried mending one?

Have you believed in something that’s alive?
Have you tried burying someone dead?

Have you breathed free for a day -
without guilt, regret and shame?

Regret your life everyday
Or just live your life once

A choice you have made
A life you want to live
A question you’ll never ask yourself
Even though it lingers in the air -
you breathe, sing, dance, work and make love

Why did you meet me?
Why did you show me -
the unwritten story of yours
Why did you haunt me
With fervent hope of unbearable elation

This is a half written log of ur life
Which is twined with mine
In small knots of moments
when I felt you were not half as dead
As I thought you would be

Where do I start and where do I end
It will always be half written
Coz for once I realised
I knew you half as I thought I would

#Comments from old blog#

kihba said…

hey bania…nice poem man…:)
howz HT treating you these days ??

10:31 PM

Crazyfoetus said…

@ kihba .. thanx a lot man .. HT is cool man .. they shifted me to Virgin Radio .. now working for launch in Delhi

10:45 PM

Marketing … :)

Can do a lot with marketing but can’t do without it. Oflate I have heard a couple of questions from finance people regarding the necessity of marketing. That marketing is globe was a common opinion in IIML.

I supplicate for permission from finance guys (whoever you are) to ask them a few hard hitting questions.

1) Why do you recruit marketing people to push your consumer centric products – be it corporate or personal?
2) Why don’t you make the best products in the world? Probably the best product in the world would be something which satisfies most people’s needs (again you will need marketing here) and it should be at no cost i.e. free If you can do this, I’ll resign from my job.

Kotler said, “Authentic marketing is not the art of selling what you make but knowing what to make. It is the art of identifying and understanding customer needs and creating solutions that deliver satisfaction to the customers, profits to the producers and benefits for the stakeholders”

But then you should know ….If you make a product good enough, even though you live in the depths of the forest the public will make a path to your door, says the philosopher. But if you want the public in sufficient numbers, you would better construct a highway.

Attenuation of fluttering spasms (ode to …)

Attenuation par excellence has been the order of the day …. but attenuation of what? Those who understand me will jump up the gun guessing … and as predictable as I am … they are right again. I have started practising minimialism and moderation rituals… Moderation rituals which the society understands and considers to be proper .. Practice maketh a man perfect .. I have started believing in the adage however quotidian it is yet it didn’t fail me. A heavy drop of tear is what was left in my dried eyes and that too it didnt come out. Kewl!

Its very easy to see people with jaundiced eye … after all BIO classes ingrained in us the self image and perception fundaes … today someone mistrusted me and mistook me for no fault of mine. I lent a helping hand today thinking it will benefit the person but alas! the be person misconstrued it … I am now agape at the reaction of the person… may be the person had reasons which i didn’t comprehend … may the person thought that my move was malicious.

This was the last straw .. already I had enough problems … it hit me hard today .. I started thinking about past ghosts … they haunted me … calling names … harsh words … I sensed rejection .. I sensed lonliness … I remember black february … February 2006 … but a new awakening of my sensitive side … I attenuated my expressions … thought still my heart hurts in the same intensity and in the same spasmodic time period… a huge anachronistic journey I had today …

I wish no harm to anyone … Only enemy of mine is my photographic memory which keeps coming to me and pinching me with those happy moments of 2005.

In the past month, I lost a lot of things … two precious people who loved me and I loved them so dearly … they r in antipodes and I am just haninging by the moments … Screw the world … what will they teach me … teach me to love?

But I am thankful to the world … they have made me a part of them … a walking zombie with attenuation and control … difficult to brave the new world? Nay …

#Comments from old blog#

Anonymous said…

u remember the quote abt humility and underwear? it applies to lending a helping hand too. expecting helpee to be grateful is a false expectation, defeats the purpose of help.
bolivar

Disgraced by your own instincts?

” … the people next door had a dog. It was Male. Whenever there was a bitch in the vicinity it would get excited and unmanageable, and with Pavlovian regularity the owners would beat it. This went on until the poor dog didn’t know what to do. At the smell of the bitch it would chase around the garden with its ears flat and its tail between its legs, whining, trying to hide”

“There was something ignoble in the spectacle that I despaired. One can punish the dog, for an offence like chewing a slipper. A dog will accept the justice of that: a beating for a chewing. But desire is another story. No animal will accept the justice of being punished for following its instincts.”

“…what was ignoble … was that the poor dog had begun to hate its own nature. It no longer needed to be beaten. It was ready to punish itself..”

~ excerpts from DISGRACE by J.M Coetzee

25 Years living next door to …

The Walls of H9

I have come to Lucknow for the weekend to meet Soumak and Butalia. At first go, it was like “I was here yesterday” … same Rajbeer Singh (the cabby I used to take) .. same main gate, Chankya, Mess, Football Ground, Samanjasya and then H9 ….

Entering H9, I realised nothing is same anymore .. It’s the people who gives u the smell of the place.

First I spotted the Beavis and Butthead rooms … Sastha and Building and close to it Abhilash’s .. The cavern doors were shut as strictly as it was … but without the humor attached to it that was felt by me and Sastha and somedays, Bapat … Saw my room .. it was blue in color with blue drapes and an Aishwarya Rai poster in it … Alas! Bappi da’s scented rose facewash smell was not thr too .. Pandey scrawny presence was missed as much as his loud music .. Rajesh’s door was locked .. No he was not attending International Finance class nor was he in my room browsing or watching South Park .. Rumor says that a very diligent and studious IITian stays in his room … Studious? Somethings never change ..

Funny thing is Butalia ’s room was very welldone and welcoming … this is my abode for next 2 days well will also be in my next visits. Soumak has changed his room to 908 and it looked like my room .. very dirty … as usual Soumak was playing Counter Strike …

Met all juniors … they were surprising very interested in me … as if I was a celebrity .. people who didn’t know me suddenly wanted to know how my work was?

From the cab driver, Guptaji, the barber, alok till the last person I met now asked abt Rajesh and his London trip .. quite famous .. and a few of Tamil junta asked about Doc .. his honkong trip …

The place is buzz with old memories of people whose ghosts remotely resides here … topics ranged from my crapulous lifestyle to butalia’s breaking a bottle of vodka in Doc’s room. No matter how much we regurgitated our memories yet I yearned to listen to those conversations, trapped by the silent walls of H9, again. How i wish to squueze out the words, the laughters, the gossip, the cries, the anger, the pain and love that will ever remain trapped in the corridors of H9.

Butalia says that I changed … I’ll discard it … I may be living in a new place in the midst of new responsibilities … a new life … but these walls of H9, these red brick walls of our fortress, where we were invincible in our own ways (Sorry Preppy, I borrowed this lines from one of your SMS to me), these walls are testimonies to the fact that the patina of time will never corrode the man in me … the man who saw, lived and loved H9

#Comments from old blog#

bolivar said…

ooh yaar, i am so hurt, u didnt mention my name or my room in ur blog enrty. i am not talking to u any more

2:35 PM

Crazyfoetus said…

@Bolivar … hahahhaha … read between the lines

3:00 PM

Anonymous said…

shit…i miss campus so so badly…

4:02 PM

Ankur said…

New people, new ways, new times, new memories! Me part of the new crowd at H9…

6:57 PM

Crazyfoetus said…

@Ankur … nice to see u … i m 901 (previously 934)… hope to see u soon

10:59 PM

I need rest too!

Image of the my Last Supper with them in IIML

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest

~ The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam 21

O God! You r the last one with me …

Peace my heart…

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

~Rabindranath Tagore

Success

Today I had my first success in work. The first phase of my project is succesfully completed and is being appreciated by my boss.

Is success defined by your output/input … Is it something that other have to ratify? Earlier these things never came to my mind .. but I am aware of certain developments of my thinking .. I becoming lesser attached to people .. I like living by myself .. I like living with my good memories .. Music didn’t sound so sweeter .. Writing was never this honest .. This freedom is what I call success?

I owe it all to two people who have taught me, in subtlity, the way they mastered it – highly individualistic. May be this slow transition to individualism is good.

But, there is a big “but” here. All I talked here was about myself. My success also is veru much linked to the happiness of people I care for. Thats the societal part of my freedom. I am not a beast. Had I been one – I could have given in to the wildest fantasy I have … I still live with those people who care for me and I care for them. Some are not happy … and my not being able to do anything about it hurts me the most.

Frankly … after all this gyan … let me put one last take away from this desultory adumbration of success.

Though I am feeling free – free of human bondage … yet I have something beating and pumping deep inside me for those people I care for … and it becomes a pull down for my success …

… Success .. Do I really want this success? Time will tell … as of now … nay!

P.S. My dear ones … nothing bad can happen to good people like you .. it’s just upto us how we take it … every passing moment is a chance to turn around everything. God bless you. I love you from the deep core of my heart.

My brother

My brother is going to London .. he will be working there for I-don’t-know-how-long. He got one of the most important and coveted jobs in the financial world. He is by far the most intelligent, compassionate and funny person I ever knew (know/will know). But a bit edgy though. He has a wide expanse of knowledge and I always had enriching conversations with him. He is my idol, my friend and my world.

I wish him all the luck … Bon Voyage Anna! I will miss you so dearly .. but then again I am very happy for you. Don’t you worry about me. I dedicate this song to you … Downtown by Petula Clark

When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go – downtown
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know – downtown
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?

The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, things’ll be great when you’re
Downtown – no finer place, for sure
Downtown – everything’s waiting for you

Don’t hang around and let your problems surround you
There are movie shows – downtown
Maybe you know some little places to go to
Where they never close – downtown
Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova
You’ll be dancing with him too before the night is over
Happy again

The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown, where all the lights are bright
Downtown – waiting for you tonight
Downtown – you’re gonna be all right now

And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you
Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to
Guide them along

So maybe I’ll see you there
We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares
So go downtown, things’ll be great when you’re
Downtown – don’t wait a minute for
Downtown – everything’s waiting for you

Excuse

I am suffering from extreme parsimony in writing my blogs and jotting down my thoughts. Probably with the gamut of activities around me, probably my mind is overloaded with thoughts (as usual!)
Sometimes I think about the utility of this blog … what purpose does it serve … do I really want to share with you what’s going through me … People like blogs with opinions and I believe nobody wants to listen to anyone’s rue or confessions … its so much like 6th standard. I want some medium to jott down my thoughts into … a journal could have been a better idea but then it would be just the same – keeping those thoughts to myself. Living with them has been such a trauma .. hence I hope someone will read it …

P.S. So far so good … I have joined this company which has the ability to churn out my potential … but then its just the beginning… Missing people, I love, a lot. Probably they don’t know it. It’s so amazing to know that 2 years you have spent with someone … had an intimacy … and bang! one fine day when you separate, you forget about them … Most people told me that real friendships should be cherished and friends always occupy a space in your mind and frienship needn’t be expressed … If that’s true I am at peace … but then it’s never true .. I believe that you need some amount of responsibility and more of love to maintain it …

You can’t benefit a friend by giving him accomodation in the tiny brain cell of yours … Expression do wonders …

Most of my friends would have forgotten the happy days we had … the time of turmoil and triumph … the time of seeking each other … I for one haven’t and won’t …..

I am gonna die ..!

End or beginning?

Its been 2 months 3 days at home … and this is my last post … last post written by me sitting in that small room of mine … with lots of windows .. a table full of stuff .. 4.1 speakers .. the mirror and a king sized bed .. I spent the 2 months 3 days at home in utter turmoil and disgust .. digusted not by my home but due to the sheer existence of elements that surrounded me .. sounds surreal ..

Not a single day has passed when I didn’t regurgitate what has happened around me – past or present .. let me adumbrate ..

I had a very tumultous beginning of 2006 which broke me .. I mean it ended all my dreams, hopes and whatever the world calls it .. I lost trust, respect and love ……..

When I reached home on March 23rd, I wasn’t the same guy I used to be – all listening, all smiling .. I remained aloof all the time .. so aloof that I responded to people only when they shake me or talk to my face … As fate would have it, I find myself in difficult times coping … erstwhile happiness held no meaning for me … Paranoia – u can call it … But every action has an equal reaction — well yes … not opposite this time … The more hard I found to cope the worse was my environment .. I was taunted … misunderstood and more often mistrusted ..

Punishment for love?

Nevertheless .. time heals .. 2 months have passed and today I feel bad to leave my sanctuary .. Leo Tolstoy in Anna Karenina said “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way” … fate I would call it … but never was a day when I harbored any angst against anything … probably God should have given me the power to hate – a power which can move mountains …. The more things try to move out … the more I want to catch upto it .. Probably this is the reason for my success … Probably this is why I love ……….

End of the World

Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
‘Cause you don’t love me any more

Why do the birds go on singing
Why do the stars glow above
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything’s the same as it was
I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

~ Skeeter Davis (1931 – 2004) (End of the world is the only song to be featured in the top 10 in all four Billboard charts)

HolyCow presents “The Sign Language” in Horrorscope

No matter how much I resisted (read desist myself) myself from Zodiac prophecies yet I have been seduced into it. What can I do … I live with 4 women!! Over past 10 days I have noticed a strange frequency … no matter what they write everything is so true. I mean today it said, “You have problems with a friend .. don’t try to mend it .. let it be” I mean who doesn’t have problems with friends. Yesterday they said, “This is a turning point of your life” … Every day is a turnong point for most people (at least most of us want to think that way).

Further I collected all the newspapers for last two weeks and I read all the other horroscope. To my surprise I could relate to each one of them. I have been going through what a Libran is going through. They seemed so generic.

Now I really wonder if they put all the words of a dictionary in front of a baby named “Zodiac” and ask him to take out word by word… a computer assists “him” to make sentences that make sense…..

A question (well a surmise actually) is haunting me … well is it so generic or am I “the one” who has been the center to all these prophecies …? Delusion of grandeur? Whatever you say … it sounds scary and also very attractive … Why am I wasting time on this?

Lips … Slips…

Somewhere in time
There was a child
Sneering and seething at the moon
With tear drops running through his rosy cheeks
Brooding over an unknown ruin

Somewhere in time
There was a father
Crying for his son
Consumed by complicity:
Had no other excuses for mourn

Somewhere in time
There was a mother
Singing to her baby
Oblivious of the hate:
That she is nurturing

Somewhere in time
There was a brother
Hungry for love
Who is wont to the fact that
He never really exists

The Moon died,
The son never woke up
The baby took his revenge
The brother never saw his reflection

Life turned to still life
In Black and white
The Canvas didn’t speak
The paint brush didn’t retort
And…… One day
Time screamed at them:
“There’s many a cup ‘twixt the lip and the slip”