Break freee

Winking away the deathly sleep

obnoxiously intoxicated by the environment

Perplexed are my senses and so is the cerebrum

Help me, help me I need to break free.

Help me, help me I need to break freee
Gone are the days of divine happiness
Coffee shops, meeting points amiss
A home, a motel and now a wandering soul.

Desperate measures of insanity to break freee

phantom screams of desperation to break free

Lurking shadows of anguish to break free

I need to break free, help me, help me!

over n out! over n out!!

Shivers in the cold midnight

Raindrops trickle down the cheek

As I walk past this lonely street

A dreadful fear looms in space.



I mourn in this silent sphere

Saline pain engulf my taste buds

Far was the reach and far was the cry

Reverberating soul I was left with.



Tranquility elaborated in hope

Senseless thoughts as mighty a peak

Formidable anguish for a crazy freak

Shattered pieces of a fragile dream.



Is it destiny or destination

Sailing with the wind I explore

Possibilities or mere postulates

Alas the signal is breaking, SOS SOS SOS...

over n out! over n out!!over n out!!!

my heart beats for u honey!

Each of us have encountered situations in life where it is hard to decide between the right and wrong . From being stuck up over a marriage gown to the investment criteria. From being a employee to the employer. Deciding upon whether to buy a home or not. From flipping consumer products in supermarkets to getting discounts at shopping malls.

In the circumstances we live, it is difficult to arrive at a consensus. It thus gradually leads to a fickle mind. Due to the stereotype, I sense the same. With the plethora of options, the human mind has become even more sensitive to change.

Shortly I'll be away from home and away from all that I care the most. The big leap has to be taken. With gloom in one hand and glory in the other, I join hands to move forward in life.

Experiencing the happiness of being with loved ones for almost quarter of a decade, it is hard to say aloha.

Some may say I am immature, some attachment, some may call it emotional attyachar. However I call it LOVE. A love which I have treasured for all these years.

The big question persists, is it worth all the effort?

I certainly am a Optimist.

What do you feel?

The most I'll  miss for a while is the finger licking joy of having to taste Mamma's dishes....!!

jan lokpal, jan hith...vande mataram.

With the agitation by Sir Anna Hazare, it is my obligation to join hands in curbing the menace of corruption.

The systemic evolution of corruption has spread its roots to the mantle of the bureaucratic society. Today even a peon in a government organization has become a part of the rampant exploitation of the helpless common soul.

Call it anger or anguish, each and every one of the 1.2 billion strong Indian population has experienced this pathetic desire of the babus in one way or the other. I strongly support this noble cause by Sir Anna Hazare and if need be will be proud to join the movement.

Pour in your views on this epic movement and certainly do not let the government have the final call this time round.

To Sir Anna Hazare and to all we Indians…Jai Hind and Vande Mataram…..

Spread the word, spread the emotion…

ranDom...

Wobbling eyes, scorching sun shine

Light prevailing its presence upon thee

I lay unmoved in the sailing sands

Glitters of gold to the galoping glutton

I envy the mould I have been melted into.



White as the ivory my restless mind is

Silently I glow in the glory of purity

Past the dungeons are the treasures of insanity

Scrambling souls over the mystic river

As the pearls of the deep blue ridge

Mighty was the mirror and so was its wrath.



Mortality was what I wished to abide

Assertive adherence to the astonished amateur

I beckon the dawn of a new beginning

Divinity of the dusk through the dangling dice

I camouflage my soul in the intensity of light

Endangered existence is all I compRomiSed for thee.