Farewell

 With the change of seasons

I hope you will forgive me

Forget all our hurtful memories

And find all the infinite reasons

To smile and be happy

And find again what love is

I am always yours and always will be

At least a part of me

Astrologically in Love

~ By Lucky

People look at the stars to find their perfect mate, that perfect soul mate. I wish life was that simple, I really do. But stars just burn, they only consummate hydrogen atoms to the point of dustism where they can be one of us. May be it’s the reason why we turn to stars to tell us which one of us was made out of the same star so that we can be one again. But life isn’t that simple, seriously. Most us of have been searching for that soul mate our entire lives. Many have found lots of mates too. But I doubt if any of us has ever really found that perfect soul mate, not even in stories or fairy tales or myths. Romeo and Juliet were just hormone studded youths unable to stand through harshness of life, Radha wasn’t even among the 16000+ girls that Krishna scored with, Sati would rather burn herself than face Shiva, and Adam was more comfortable facing God’s wrath than his ‘soul’ mate’s. Many are bred to believe that one day prince charming will come and sweep them right off the floor, that a princess is waiting for them in a tower, that true love’s kiss will fix everything, even bring back the dead, brainwashed to believe that a 6 packed handsome will spray his flute and a bikini blonde will come crashing from the sky. Dreams are manufactured in our heads and sold back to us only to be the fastest selling product of all times. Fairness creams are presented by a ‘white’ Priyanka Chopra, anti-ageing creams are sold through ‘glowing’ Kajol, and apparently Google pays you $374 per hour without any catch at all. It is all so clear yet we can’t see. Kardashians are renowned for their innocence and Mayawati will probably be mourned for all her ‘selfless’ deeds. We are so easily threatened by the mass that we only accelerate its gravity. Love for our love is fuelled just like the love for our god, out of depression, repression, fear and compulsion. When life showers us with uncertainty, we seek shelter in the shield of love. And what can be a better shield than the one forged through celestial geometry and heavenly algorithms. We so easily believe that godly calculations will get us through the ups and downs of life, that matching birth dates will smoothen the gravels of life. And as I write this, the ‘modern’ atheist will so easily be judgemental. The point is not if we have stopped chaining ourselves to the wheels of tradition, if we have started to touch beyond names or colors but if we have stopped chaining ourselves to the whims of the masses, gluing ourselves to their FREEFALL. Free because masses do not make any resistance to their fall. They will just fall wherever gravity pulls and keep falling until they are one with the rock bottom and still keep falling. The efforts of individual particles are never enough to get the rock flying. Nevertheless, they keep trying, frictioned from edge to edge, they keep burning until they turn to pure energy and elevate. (Reference to foreign figures have been made to avoid any possible confrontation with National Politics) 

hairs like lovers.

heartbroken..when your beloved hair falls for the barber's scissors. all those moments when they ran down your forehead just to kiss your eyelashes, hugged tight to your temple, tickled your ears, made you feel the marvel of wind, everything falls apart.. memories mean nothing to these beauties as they are always keen to be dazzled by the sharp edges of those two faced scissors.. as they drift down your mountain of expressions, they tell you that you two no longer belong to each other, you two can never be together anymore.. you can do nothing but wait in life to find another love..wait for the new ones to grow..

he.

(it is about sb who is .. let us say 'lost' to sum it up. it's like he is dead, for himself.. no redemption could ever make his boat float again)

weird dream. they were all on the other side of stream. he was standing in between. he wouldn't move. water bounced off his denim clad shin but he couldn't move, he couldn't be moved. i couldn't see his face for i was behind him, on the other bank. no pebbles jolting down the way could scour his stand, his tainted sand underneath. his expressions were lost amidst the flowing reflections. he was lost with all others still staring at him and no one to push him off that clogged ground he was stuck in. i couldn't let him flow along the stream, others wouldn't let him flow along the stream. others sat, genuinely, to stare at him dissolve along time. but i felt somehow, he just waited for a hand to reach him, a shove to propel him to the land. when now i wake up i realize, he was just waiting for a big flood to sweep in and embrace him away with it...

sweet dreams.

dreams fall like nuts from wicked tree
a crone vaults off on spiked broom
burnt faces knock glass-pane to see
a poltergeist dance in your room
pigs snore in seething oil
leeches creep as shadows loom
blankets turn to burying soil
specters haunt to cheer your doom

what do you get from life?

ppl die. a friend of my brother died a few days ago. today we are here, tomorrow we're not. i'm not. u're not. what do u get from life?
i just got a mail from a friend abroad, i get a picture of her new born child.

PARTY GIRL

she was sittin by the fireplace
lookin beauty in her soft pink dress
she looked brighter than the wooden flame
and i just wanted to know her name.
i was 20 she was 23
cudnt stop staring at her glee
she happened to be my sister's fren
and i fell in true love once again..

a thought then just hit my head
what mirror had to say ‘bout u
what flaws in me that I had
cud never introduce to u
she must have a boyfren
i was just another kid in the block
curly hair and braces
i knew i was out of luck..

she was all beautiful and yap yap
just woke after drunken nap
am having many guesses
but now i just can't remember her face... -_-