Above Average

Above average:

Without doubt it is dedicated to all the toppers who feel that they’ve bought the world with their screwed up intelligence and presume that the world cant do without them … the fake attitude is a synonym for them and life an antonym!

Three cheers for the above average who live life and let others too ! atleast they don’t live in a misconception of the world spinning on their tunes!

So here goes this dedication

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To the topper,

Yes, I am talking to you

You right there
Standing so insecure

How I pity you
For you think the world will fall for you?

Do you know we talk about your daily woes?
Which bother you day and night, yeah your foes!

There, you are, standing tall…
Thinking of when you might fall
You leap
Sweep
Stumble
And mumble
In between there’s a strand of marks
And you run after them as if you made the ocean and you are the shark

Hussshhh! Hussssssh!
This phrase is your priceless key
You’ll fall if I tear off your jealousy
May be even your pretension
That you do nothing but remain in a solemn den!

We are the bunch of above average
We care not if you eat cabbage
All we worry about is the mask you wear
Because in the end you’ll lose out and call life unfair…

Let me warn you, and tell you all
Those who know they are just an inch away from the fall
In the end, these marks can’t buy you a penny
So watch out, before you get obsessed with your own testimony

We are the bunch of above average
We care not if you eat cabbage
All we worry about is the mask you wear
Because in the end you’ll lose out and call life unfair…

With love
The fraternity of the above average !

;)

yes evil is my second name : ;) !

teaser

Winter time and I hug my coffee mug
To grab the warmth and tease it with a shrug.
The same that knocked the sun out
With the shiver that came with a hungry slight pout,
It dared to sprinkle
And hum a jingle
And stumbled right across, to make me speak.
Darn it, it did succeed.

Good morning
;)

Pity-worthy : Human heart

was reading the newspaper early morning.

It couldn't have been more depressing ... Bull-shit ... more of rapes and murders and juvenile crimes.

can someone put a fullstop to this rust thats making everyone so hollow.

i end up with the same thought each time i read any column.. whether it is :"5 year girl raped" or "senior citizens brutally murdered". rather is hould put it this way : i don even need to look at these headers, it is heart scorching without it too.

theres so much to ruminate about but ruminate without action...makes me helpless...

next might be your chance or somebody you know .. or the stranger you saw crossing the street . phew .. fragile life ...

i pity the human heart, desires @ cost of others happiness, devious lust.

Far Beyond Mend

This poem bears no resemblance to anyone dead or alive ... mere product of fictitious thought !

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Far Beyond Mend


Prologue:

should i tell him today?
or let it be till next May.
maybe puke it all for his sake
and steal the warmth with bundles of snow flakes

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Its been long, i come to tell thee
been hiding the curtain, guilt-free
but yesterday, i learn its too unfair
to lend you hopes and cushion of my care

with all the charm i won your eye
and giggled throughout minus a sigh
you drunk all moments of immense toil
when the girl in me you thought, was more than loyal

i am the same, but i am to blame
its not a matter of love neither of shame
this road which is ought to bend
ah ! i know today ill lose a friend

would you want that too?
or want further cues
to curse my fate
for i raised the veil too late??


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epilog

ue:

I was in love, and i love Him still
he is my life and forever will be
know that, i kept it hidden
for you were just a friend , and i pray you forget it within the count of ten.

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20th March '08

The wounds that don’t Sell...

It was love at first sight
This is what we all say...am I right???
So much you jingle the bell...
But who knows that the fate would be so hard to tell

I was once a kid in this whole affair
Clinging onto the cliff I did dare
But how would I know I would be stabbed
Into the spring of a muddle would I be grabbed…

Should I grumble for the pain I smell?
Or rattle for the wounds that don’t sell
I abstain from re-living the blues
For I can’t no more let you take over my life’s hues

Whenever I walk on the wet floor
You wouldn’t know if it was me who shut the door
For I’m prepared to cast enough rays of grimace
To satiate what I still see on your face

I still wander through the crowded street
Hoping to greet the morning dew with my feet
I still wait for the sprinkle of shower
That’ll blow life into the withering bowers

It is a wish, nothing more than that, I swear
I’ve stripped my mind of the love I used to wear
It’s too late for I’ve drawn the fence
I’ll allow now the lemon to wound the silence

I have mopped the memories
You no more exist and cease
Not anymore, not any way near my shore
Will I let the times explore…

It was love at first sight
This is what we all say...am I right???
So much you jingle the bell
But who knows that the fate would be so hard to tell...

He shall be born soon

Another stormy night sings a lulaby
he reminscices the moment she said Good-bye
strumming the guitar strings under the willow tree
he sings "you're mine and forever shall be"

Carrying his saga in the sack
insanity rules this maniac
denying him the red, green, blue
his eyes pester him to shed a tear or two

Drunk with the strength she gave
he's no less than a slave
praying that the heavens may rain
he weeps alongside to hide his pain

He's drowned in the flood
his corpse washed in mud
only the clouds moan
for he has noone whom he calls his own

Another stormy night shall come
another song the love-struck shall hum
to tell u whether his love was a bane or a boon
he shall be born very soon

A Silent War

Banging the head against the wall
they think i'm having a ball
little do they know of the silent war
of which i have the KeYs in my drawer

Haunting words of hollow praise
that sets my yearning ablaze
flames n blames, a sparkling game t
hey still move about, minus the shame

Scavenging the contradiction of my mind
drumbeats i hear which makes me blind
fluorescent in their fantasy
they hunt for triumph, that ecstacy

Grounded to the threshold
my search for HOrizon makes me bold
wired garlands they prepare
yet i dare to challenge their flare

Tagging me a rebel, crowning me a traitor
Submissiveness is not what i cater
tinkling sounds of the wind-chime
my WORLD remains sublime

a War that settles for liberation
yet no heir to the throne for accession
illusion ed by the manipulative mind
agitativen self-reflexive..i'm ready to unwind

A Journey from allusion to self-awareness..
it's a fumble and not a mess
tempted mind wages a WAR
of which i hold the keys in my drawer..