Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Mastur-Inno-rance !O!

Shining with this black ink on the paper,
Old thoughts scribble to play in the hay.
With a penny to spare and hands in my pocket,
I reached the shore and threw it away.
Old feelings face dying delusion,
Old preachings prevent exuding emotion,
Etching out a line of aching division,
Old monks suffer from an adamant dismay.
They struggle in this crowd of a chequered mosaic.
and,paint the colors of weaving passions,
and,free the spirits of the saints who say,
"Play with your possessions and elude your pretence,
This field is devoid of the pebbles of excellence,
All we need is a divisive iridescence,
We are all gifts of our presence,
and,You are the masturbating miracle of innocence(ignorance)."

Sunday, February 7, 2010


Free yourself to this whirling world-
where dreams of debacle unite to fight,-
the thoughts of thunder and ploys of plight,
and value the valour of dying soldiers.
Where incident rays superpose to create,-
A field of ferocity of fighting spirits,
inducing a force beyond the limits.
Where drops of desire coalesce to form-
A void of lust without a fear;
Where we win the game without a fistfight.
Through the darkest hollow of humble affairs,
Where leaves are turned out of a book,-
A book of blessings showered on a brook-
with streams of laughter,screams of joy.
And both of us inching toward a point,
A point where parameters merge to find,-
An end of the battle of intersecting lines;
An end of the battle of invariant variables!