I - Wish !

I wish I could still my thoughts,
and lay open the child in me. . .
breathe, breathe and breathe this air
till I fly over the sand and sea. . .
away from the rationale of time
back to the future and faster than light.


At the Edge of Reason...

Walking down the shores of an ocean,
angelic sand castles brushed my eyes
and before I could behold the dream,
a wave took them by surprise...
heard no answer from the waves
when asked them Why?
came a cold and hollow voice,
gusty wind winked and said, "It was I".
Powerless, ghastly I stood, watching,
The distant ships disappeared,
The aging wine mocked, "time
smoothed me and you are still seared".
Many years have passed
now and I have grown older...
Watching the sun drown day-after-day
those castles in these waters still smolder.
. . . .
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. . . .

And I still stand here, on the shores.
The ocean devoured all my tears.
now, when a reason to smile,
the darkness is drawing me near. . .


Arzz kiya hain...

taqdiir ki gardishon mein asiir bane firte ho,
Khudi chodd kar firdaus ki ummeed rakte ho...

rukh badla waqt ki purwa ne, fir aik baar,
isharat-e-rafta ke peeche kiyon jiye jate ho...

khud ko hi bhool gaye gam-e-hastii mein, aye musafir,
mustqil mizaji ke ba.ghair shaam-e-khusta ko jalane ki ummeed karte ho...

gurub-e-aftab ke sath nahi bujh.ta chiraag-e-zindagi
yeh raat ka noor nishan-e-ziyaa hai uski...

Oh Yeah !

Put everything you got and say, "Oh Yeah! " and I bet u still can not say it better than James Hetfield of Metallica.


Their songs and music were one of the many reasons that instituted my guitaring instincts. Your smile just gets bigger and bigger when you think about all the castles in the sky that you once thought of and watching Metallica live was one of them for me. I actually prayed to GOD to keep the band alive and kick'n when I visit uncle Sam. There is something about their songs, music to which I connect, may be an element of spirituality? I dont know. Its not just any other band, its a feeling that I feel and I wish I could express it. Waiting for Oct 4th to hear them live!


Crafted below is what I may call a poetry that I wrote and I dedicate it to Metallica and all their fans.

The struggle within, the unnamed feeling,

Broken, Beat and Scarred

I am bleeding me, Wasting my hate,

Poor twisted me, am I evil or an outlaw torn ?


Trapped under ice, blackened,

want to escape the creeping death, but how?

To live is to die, they say

that was just your life, the end of the line.


And now a low man's lyric, a bad seed,

the unforgiven harvester of sorrow.

Waiting for the day that never comes,

O' Leper Messiah, turn the page.


When I look through this dirty window

my world, where the wild things are,

I see the devil's dance

and the memory still remains.



"Kill them all my friend of misery, I heard

hit the lights and ride the lightning.

Fight fire with fire, you 're the one

and you'll be through the never.


Welcome home to the sanitarium,

I am the master of puppets,

all within my Hands and justice for all,

I know makes it SAD BUT TRUE!!!"

Hello and Welcome,


After vacillating over to blog or not-to blog, the perfect libran crisis as she once said, I finally decided to chip in and here it is , " the paradisiacal-tableau". It is my attempt to put forth my thoughts, my views and my opinions on every measure of the cosmos that I espy.
Stay tuned :).