THINGS UNSAID (excerpt from MAINAK DHAR'S FUNDA OF MIXOLOGY which till date remains as one of my favourites)

the greates pain that can afflict
comes not from gun or knife
but from invisible demons within
gnawing away at you all your life.....

the greates grief you can feel
comes not from illness or death
but from the emptiness within
of things left unsaid.......

ODE TO SHIMLA

SHIMLA envelops me,
in its comforting arms
as i sink deep into this world
of pleasanat nothingness.....


the illusion is shattered
ringing phones,cacophony of nameless voices
and i return to this world
leaving shimla behind......


But it remains in wait,
faithful to the end
As i long to return
into my ENNUI's arms.....

ALLAH megh de....

ALLAH megh de,pani de, chaaya de re tui
ALLAH megh de.......
Ke debe megh,ke debe chaya,ke debe paani??

keu debe na megh,keu debe na chaaya,keu debe na paani.....
tai nijer khabarta dokan theke nijei kine aani........

a momentary lapse of reason

hey,i don't write songs for u,

i hav a tale to tell to a chosen few,

u can spit or smug at mah song

i don't care....

there are too many things

with you-i can't share.....

well,if u wish u can expurgate

mah songs from the list...

don't let your children get hold of it

else they will spit on u too...

and i don't care....

there are so many things

in here-dat ain't fair...

fair is what's going on around us...

mediocrity killing the "us"es to dust

still i don't care....

the fuss belongs to u and ur fanfare

let us live forever.....

euthanasia , a cure all to all ravages

an euphony for the worldwide suicide

but u ain't gonna grant us the favour

may u live forever...

i dont write songs for you

i probably gotta tell it

to a chosen few...

the hungry birds...the lunatic sky,

the cold wind that passes by,

the nights which never sleep,

the scars in my body deep,

requiem for my dreams which snare,

the days when you were'nt there....

n i simply don't care....

MONOLOGUE AT 10 PM

A NEVERLAND.....
SO BLUE AND LONELY...
SEARCHING THRU THE RELICS
OF MY CHILDHOOD MEMOIRS....
THEY PROMISED TO RETURN...
THEY PROMISED....
INDEED THEY PROMISED....
BUT THEY R GONE....
GONE TO GHOSTLY STARS
I CRIED A TEAR...
BUT DEY LAUGHED AN ARCANE LAUGH...
I AM LOST NOW....
I AM LOST.....


wish .....
i cud once again taste da "HOLY GRAIL"
da GRAIL OF ADAM.....DA grail of EVE
DA grail dat wud taste just like da
"GARDEN OF EDEN"
but da garden full of flowers r gone now
bedizened wid graves n tombstones,
where flowers were supposed to be...
and priests in black gown up in da rostrum...
they are all lost now
they r lost......


DONT WORRY,WE HAVE ALL BEEN KILLED
killed a long time back
U HAVE KILLED US-"DA PRESIDENTS,DA GENERALS.DA WARMONGERS....
DA CIVILIANS,DA UNTOUCHABLES,DA SACROSANCTS"
DONT WORRY WE HAVE ALL BEEN KILLED
"WE" HAVE KILLED"US"



"U KILL ONE N U ARE A MURDERER
U KILL MILLIONS N U ARE A WARHERO"
A RETROGRADE.a retrograde,a retrograde
wish i was a RENEGADE
A RENEGADE,FOR DA RIGHT TO FIGHT
A RENEGADE FOR DA RIGHT TO LIVE
A RENEGADE FOR DA RIGHT OF "FREEDOM"