Yearly Gratitude

Thank you yester

year of mine

for the rhythms and the rhyme

that you taught 

patiently caught

awry thoughts and lines

Thank you for the music and the sun

for the stillness and the run

that chased around a restless mind

calmed it, tamed it, set it on fire

and cooled it off again

Thank you for new friends and old

for the wishes and the hugs

for dirt under rugs

drunken dances, funny accents

wishful talks and determined plans

for meetings, separations

Christmas trees and Independence days

Thank you for the thankless jobs

woolen socks, 

ruthless bosses and weekends off

Salesmen Santas in shopping malls

Thank you yester

year of mine

for the very various smiles

heartbreaks and flimsy lies

that you caught

patiently taught

me life.

A Drunk Man at your Service!

 

Hello to the ladies, Hello my Sirs

Hello to the passing laughing blurs

Hello to the gods, to the priests and the sods

And to the beggars, my friends, and the lot.

A drunk man at your service!
 

I drank for good today,

and for bad the one before

for sadness on the first of may,

and for victory on the fourth.

A drunk man at your service!

 

Through the whiskey and the rum,

And the vodka in the some.

I've plunged and plagued

in the bottles, all my plays!

A drunk man at your service!

 

You can find me on the corner,

all the colorful narrow streets.

You can find me as a dying man,

Or a buried lover's retreat.

You can find me in shiny groups

of the merry and the rue.

or find me in places some

dead, dying and new.

And sometimes in you.

A drunk man at your service!

 

 

* A drunk is always in the race to becoming one of the most ugliest and pitiful sights.

 

The beginning is the toughest, and the beginning is what defines it.

Flute, the youngest
played a melody, played a smile
out himself and me
ran through the woods and

bathed in the sea

unknowing, uncaring 

of what the world was to be
Ignorance sweet

The drum, a young man
thought he had the world by his beat
could play the day in, and slow the night out
had the tune of what there was to be
thumping out of the red summer heat
Zealous will

The violin came next, a gentleman he was

he reasoned,coaxed strong character

out of gentle chords
searched for 

romance, friendship, kindness

to give and to take 

and find an answer to why and was
Unfathomable thoughts

Then came the Veena, gentle and wise
all there was to know, all self denied

a song for the gods, played a reverence divine
played by the shadows, played by the light

she could see and tell

she could feel and smell 

the reasons behind

Wrinkly Wise

Forever yours

I am this now, I am the moon
once gazed upon, in the far far space
that we often dreamed about
finding on our flights to
imagined fantasies

I am the little boy now,
gifted sea for the first time
my sea, by the sand
I run on, racing waves to the shore
to happiness

I am the conversation we had
when time had let us free
when we had let it be
this life as we know it
and moved beyond

Can you see me now,
in the hug those strangers share
in the smiles that come unannounced
in the beating heart that scores
a winning goal

I am here, really
I am here to stay
hold onto me, hold onto it all
I am here, always will be
Forever yours,
You

Then God save You

Do you exist, I asked him
On this paper, this line
This world that I live in
Did you create, or is it mine?

I May or May not be
he says, I think
I might just be a voice, an illusion lead
You might all be just accidents 
If truth be said

You eat some pride
with love, some sympathy
to live, a few lies of trust
I guess, just because you must

Will you go away then, please
I ask, in some teardrops red
And he says 'I can't'
for I live in your head

What If I clear them , then
trade faith, for some mind
and a new heart
to do what I do
I see him smile, he says
'then God save you




*Image Google

Me, We.

There are times when I want to shout out that all of you are jackasses just cause I am one. And then I remember someone quoted Bill hicks saying 'we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively.'
I guess that makes us all Jackasses. I am quite content with that.

The reason for my contempt of the world today really stems from my own desperate call for attention,and the realization that I am turning into nothing more than the mediocre, but I think I will just add it to the list of consequent happenings when the world does not stay the better place it once used to be. I sometimes do realize that I am drained of all charm and have stopped being an endearing entity a long time ago ( If I ever was one) but it's just so much easier to claim that people who don't like me don't deserve me. Goes well with my ego, goes well with the few who have still not left and definitely goes well with my very strong intent for remaining a pin headed wimp. Yea well, at least I can still go back and scream at my mom. She will never leave me.  Or maybe everyone'll want to be with me when I star in a rock band. I'll show them one day.

I think I have a very weird life going on right now. My work is something that I don't get paid much for even though I do work well. Just as much as the guy before me , and just as much I am supposed to. Yes, I watch funny videos online almost all day, take a 2 hour lunch break and smoke a lonely cigarette thinking about where it's all going to go. But the point remains that it is my right to not make things better and crib about it.
Hey! Everyone does it! 
You can't really ask much more of freshly out college graduate who is really sad he doesn't get to drink as much with the few girls who he thinks used to like him. Nor can you reason with the guy who used to watch a lot of movies he thought can really change the meaning of human existence. When it comes to me, you just have to accept the fact that real life is not as inspiring as a footballing video or a rap song. It doesn't pack much of a punch. 


Well then, I guess I'll just sit here , looking at the rain and hoping that the next girl I make friends with notices I am a lot more intelligent than the average guy, that I can buy her a drink and have a bike , and that is all she would ever want.
And then maybe, I'll think about coming up with a facebook update or quote something everybody likes cause they think they relate to it. Maybe something like 'Life is so simple. Why do we make it so complicated.' 
I already can name a few who will like that. That feels good.

But do remember, I am not just me. I am us. After all Bill Hicks was 'Cursed with Vision' and that holds. Even though I have no bloody idea as to what it means.

Defiant me

The million lines I write

do quite not utter my words

and the thousand listening ears

do all but learn my thoughts

The million hearts I chased

were all without love to give

for the thousand dreams that died

were mine and mine alone

The faces million I crossed

won't remember me at all

cause the thousand lives I shared

did not count for a lot

I stare, I know

I see you now

Oh life, as you ought to be
but never do think

I'll give you up

or on the defiant me


The best part about life is that it doesn't seem to have a last. Neither words or dreams.