Tag Archive: contemplative

Me and My Monologues

Monologues of life.
I converse.
A scream of silence echoes in infinite corners.

What if, what if not?
Burglar questions rob my heart.
Whilst the world moves constantly,
me and my monologues sit in peace and converse quietly…

A rage inside, sometimes a storm behind,
a heartfelt emotion or endless passionate musings!
How would I, how should I not?
Random talks in between,
me and my monologues sit hand in hand under the dark.

A word of respite or phrases of delight,
a sulking feeling or share the ecstatic night.
Like the flowers dangling on a full moon night.
Me and my monologues sit and listen to each other,
as companions of life!



I want to tell you the story of my life
But I don’t know what it is all about.
Though I have seen a lot so far
But it’s not enough.
It’s not enough.

Nonetheless you should hear it now.
More or less it’s all the same.
Sooner or later I’ll be gone,
They’ll be gone,
And you’ll be gone.

Loving parents, brothers and sisters,
Childhood love, rains and thunders,
Food, fire, woods and rivers;
I’ve had them all.
I’ve loved them all.

The eternal God whose judgement awaits,
The pious priest who praises the lord,
Fearful heads bowing down;
It’s all a lie.
It’s all a lie.

Mockers mock, jokers joke,
Mourners lament and doctors differ.
Now, who would you be and why is that?
The choice is yours.
The rules are yours.

Who is who and what is what?
Whether to live or to go?
Who to kill and who to spare?
The answers are rare
And they’re found nowhere.

I held my gun at point blank range.
For then I thought I could talk to death.
But then I stumbled upon the truth.
I have died before
Many a times.

Now I was staring into the dark,
The probable end of all the possibilities
Of a life of hope, pleasure and pain
And I began to yell, “Not again,
Not again.”

If at all there are answers to my questions,
It is life where I can find them.
Had death ever had spoken to me,
I would have hated life
Forever and ever…

The Queen of my Dreams

She is the only queen for me

In the entire universe.

Her body is infinite but subtle is her mind.

Subtlety is her disguise and

She is the only one of her kind.


She is a quantum woman…

Mother, Sister, Friend, Foe and Lover and much more.

Infinity is her address

But she keeps knocking on every other door.


She wears a gown of light and shadow.

But she bares at times…

To feed me…

To help me…

To seduce me…

To kill me…


I live for her…

I feel for her…

I do for her…

And I’ll die for her…


As long as I have only her in my mind,

Chances are… there’s something new I may find.

When I get blinded by too much of her light,

I tell to myself, ” You fool! Just get rid of your sight”.


Her love for me charms me the most, like a mystic’s magic wand.

She wants me to follow her traces To Infinity and Beyond.

Brain Damage

Light a cigarrette or better if you have something even better. Sit in a dark large room with a few pieces of furniture in there. Turn the lights off.
Are you high now? If no, then don’t call me an idiot. If yes, then you will find some sense in what I’m trying to tell you.
How can you be so sure that the petrol station you cross every night while coming back from work does not move after you lose it from your sight? Duh. Sounds dumb, doesn’t it? Lets take something portable. Say, your cell phone. What happens to it after you fall asleep? Does it stay where you keep it? Your Common sense says ‘yes’. Mine too. What is your common sense? How do you define it? How can you trust your common sense so badly? On what basis? I mean we didn’t know trees are living things till a mad scientist told us so!
Let’s deduce it from pure and simple logic: We close our eyes but still are in physical touch with the object, so if it moves, we’ll know. But it doesn’t, so we know that it does not move. Or even if we close our eyes we have a camera recording its movements which tells us in the morning that the phone did not move an inch. Agreed. What if the object constantly creates an illusion not detectable to human perceptions? We understand the camera recording according to our own perception of a camera recording, right? How can we be so sure that inanimate objects lie where we leave them? After all they also constitute of elementary particles. Or is it just a concept or rather a notion very well fit into our everyday understanding of the world we live in so that we can’t think different?


It’s raining again; Oh, it’s raining again!
On the vast godforsaken land,
Where at the blink of an eye,
We see pain, blood and disaster.
It’s not blood today
But it’s raining again.

It’d happened long ago.
The echo had succumbed to the walls.
Or Only I had thought so!
His shadow had a victory and the man had to pay.
Cowards had the rein while the braves had no say.

Hurray! It’s raining again.
Filling my glass with drops of joy,
now I sing, play gigs and feel my voice.
I’m getting back to life with the rush of blood
Led by the grand rejoice.
Yes, it’s raining again.