Om

pool me

it's still bombay from where i'm looking

holy cow.....literally or should i say indianly speaking

tracks

hang me out to dry...a walk to dhobi ghat

sketchy sweeper

borrowed confusion

You stole notes from the underbelly
and you never really paid for punctuation
........so i don't see what the fuss is about

I saw the confusion just like you wrote it.
I saw you stumble over yourself
in an almost feeble attempt to grasp your imagination.

when did we forget?

we breath
we learn to love
....and then we forget

there was a time
when we all had something to say
...and then we forgot

distortion

goa





wish the rain would just leave me alone

closure?

sometimes, all it takes
............ is what we think we don't need.

so I let go.

tranquility.... what an almost forgotten feeling.

money?

money makes the world go round
money soon will bring you down
from trade to greed
we are but victims of a terrible scam

time

so much time spent counting,
we counted so many times over;
we even counted time,
when will we loose count?
...will time ever stop?
....will we ever stop?

you live you learn

Status mends and baseless promises we make to ourselves only seem to dwindle with time; time we kept for those baseless promises… gone forgotten??

I have no purpose yet for what I do; and I do know now that attaining purpose just to validate this trivial existence would be a waste of my time.

In the end....We are what we do.

market bound

                                                                                    

       



..........why don't you meat me halfway

blinders for sale

i've been fearing everyday fears
... the weakest of the lot

that's why i walk with blinders on

where i call home

...............I guess i'll always be searching.

I've always felt that the more i run away, the closer i feel to home.

dry

the new world is dry....

if not seemingly innocuous

we all are....

if not existentially challenged