After financial accounting exam, me and my screwed ass were both in a pretty bad shape. As an angel AC came to my rescue and gave me Madhushala sung by Manna Dey. The poem is amazing to read but even better to listen. In the song the sequence has been tampered with, nevertheless i love it. One of THE philosophies of life. This is my favourite part from the poem.

So here is to all bevdas/bevdis, students/employed ones, happy/sad souls and of course to that screwed up end term

एक बरस में, एक बार ही जगती होली की ज्वाला,
एक बार ही लगती बाज़ी, जलती दीपों की माला,
दुनियावालों, किन्तु, किसी दिन आ मदिरालय में देखो,
दिन को होली, रात दिवाली, रोज़ मनाती मधुशाला

cheers !!

Labels: Poetry, Strings and Drums

aajkal i m listening to a lot of Children of Bodom. Alexi, you are my hero.
this might sound destructive.

holding the scythe up and high,
a lake of blood he passes by,
smashing a bunch of maggots under his feet,
he loves the way they die.

he growls,
she cires
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea culpa

the dark woods he stroll into,
a foggy castle, he looks forward to,
as lightening struck the cellar,
doomed is the shelter, he seeks upto.

he growls,
she cires
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea culpa

waiting for the death to take his pride,
in a muddy damned graveyard they slide,
to wolf on land and ravens in air,
he offers the flesh of his virgin bride.

he growls,
she cires
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea culpa

Labels: Death, Poetry, Yaaaaayyyyyyyyyy

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

25 yrs bak a legend of Rcok 'n Roll was assasinated, and exactly three years later, he partially respawned, only more so virtuoso.

RIP Mr. Lennon, for this world owes you more than what they imagine.

p.s. for all ignorant mortals, ~Lord Anshul~ was born on 8th dec. :P

p.p.s. Happy Birthday God, i mean Mr. Mojo Rising

Labels: Poetry

this is one of my fav. ghazal.

Dikhayi diye yun ke bekhud kiya
Hamey aap se bhi juda kar chale

Jabeen sajda karte hi, karte gayi
Haq-e-bandagi hum ada kar chale

Parastish ki aadat ke aye buth tujhe
Nazar mai sabhon ko khuda kar chale

Bohat arzoo thi, gali ki teri
So yahan se lahoo mai naha kar chale

Dikhayi diye yun ke bekhud kiya
Hamey aap se bhi juda kar chale


p.s.
in case thrs some problem understanding urdu..try this urdu dictionary
urdu dictionary

Labels: Poetry, Sentiments, Strings and Drums

a black day,20th january,
that i confidentaly declare,
a amnestic lunatic gets asylum,
with all glitter and flair.

i wish, the same day,
they would have bid you a farewell
Damn u Mr Bush ..
just go to hell !!!

a god damn liar,
whenever you hits your toungue,
how many exams, frankly,
tell me, you have flunk,

the only stupid harvard grad,
deserves a bedlam cell.
Damn u Mr Bush ..
just go to hell !!!

you hold indifference to,
the meagers dying around,
try throw some benjamins,
before condition gets out of bound.

for a change, look out,
of cozy white house, where opulence dwell
Damn u Mr Bush ..
just go to hell !!!

like a dictator unleashed,
you boss on the world,
but laden, saddam and likes,
scares shit out of you, Mr. chiken heart.

try to win by bread,
not by bullet's shell,
Damn u Mr Bush ..
just go to hell !!!

on attacks of laskar, zaish,
you chose to act dumb,
and events of 9/11,
left you partially numb,

kids saw it live,giggling,
Self proclaimed "most powerful man on earth", turning pale,
Damn u Mr Bush ..
just go to hell !!!

i doubt if all these,
for you, ever rings a bell
Damn u Mr Bush ..
just go to hell !!!

Labels: Bitching, Laff Riot, Poetry

she walked by road, with heart full of fears,
her mind was numb, eyes full of tears.
for all the things to him,she ever said,
in hope, that these memory will never fade.

her lonely shadow on beach, she stare,
was once used to be a dancing pair,
the rocks, they sat, for hours, for days
are now getting tanned, by scarlet sun rays.

the wrinkles on the bedspread of night before,
and the shower, which never stopped to pour,
besides her cot lies, his white shirt,
still reminds her of that innocert flirt.

the half ate sandwich, is still on table,
kept besides, an uncorked black label.
the lilies he brought,in a white china vase,
are pale in memories of he who was.

now he is bound, as photo in her diary,
but a ghost that frequenly haunt her memory.
more she tries to forget the dead,
she knows,its a long and lonely road ahead.

she wish, his presence still lingers there,
a dream against His will, she had dare,
a shot and the floor turned red,
here goes lass, to meet her lad.

Labels: Death, Poetry

i m Nuts, Paranoid, Funky and Crazy
a Shrek, a Hulk but still a Baby.
i am womb of a Virgin, Satyr unleashed.
a Clockwork Orange and Hannibal unceased

more obstinate than Hitler,a celestial maestro
a turbulent revolutionary,from Wallace till Castro
i m Shakespear, da Vinci, Michelangelo and Mozart too
Hades, Zeus and Amor to name a more few

a flick after Click, the Spirit of Spirit
the rhythm of Waltz,Numero Uno in every merit
i m Chaos, Mayhem and Stalker to core
a Gunshot, a Blood stain, obsessed with Gore

i m a pinch of everything, a blend optimum
nought to eternity, priceless as platinum
perfection redefined, pure and baptized
I m Dracula on Cross,a Demon sanctified, an Angel unrecognized

Labels: I, Poetry

Walking down the aisle,
He can see her falling tears.
Not saline,but crimson,
Past her eyes and ears.

Fatigued of life,jolted by
A phantom wedding ring,
Satyr's challange,
Get in the ring..


He wants to live...
He plans to live...
He dopes to live...
She hopes to live...

They end up in a tie..
and veronica decides to die....

Labels: Death, Poetry