MEIN LäCHELN

I smile while I brush my teeth.
I smile everytime when I eat.
I smile as I travel in the train.
I smile even as somebody eats my brain.
I smile when things are going down.
I smile even though I am no clown.
It isn't that I am crazy or something.
I am, what makes my life interesting.

MY IMMORTAL

I wear a mask of sanity
And march toward immortality.
But deep inside my troubled heart
I find no reason for which to start
Life anew, now that you are not there,
It is just too much than I can bear.
Your voice lingers still in my head.
With closed eyes I see you instead.
At times I am so heartily glad.
At times it drives me mad.

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA - 1
Am sleeping on the sofa.
Dreaming through the night.
I wonder, Make no blunder.
Am sleeping, Don't put on the light.

The moon shines at the window.
The stars out there are few.
The rabbit smiles at me.
I ask him about you.

Far far somewhere.
I know you are thinking too.
Never have known you but
Already in love with you.

DYING LOVE-2
O Anita!
Hear my heart beat
Scream out your name.
I will love you.
I will kill you.
No shame.
{Repeat}
{Sexy Anita: oooooooh}

ANIMAL TRICKS-3
{Naughty Anita: You are the handsomest pig I have ever seen.}

Reason to live .
Reason to die.
You are the one,
Worth the try.
The flowers bloom.
The bees they croon.
I sing along.
Morning to noon.
Look at me dance
The dirty tune.
Willing for you,
Be a cartoon.
I jump around.
The sofa creaks.
Laughing you.
I am a freak.
Pleasing you.
A fan loyal.
You make even
Pigs look royal.

{Unconvinced Anita: Ummm...Now I want to see a monkey.}

Reason to live .
Reason to die.
You are the one,
Worth the try.
Banana tree.
Up so high.
The monkey climbs.
Oh my my.

{Estatic Anita: Yoohoo!! Muah! Muah!!}

SEX ON THE SOFA-4
The Music plays on
The wine tastes good.
The mood is set.
"Oh yes I would."

Undress me and
Look into my eyes.
The good is all done.
Let me hypnotize.

The valley becons
The peaks are ablaze.
You taste good.
I am in a daze.

{Horny Anita: Harder!}

Flesh meets flesh.
Fluid meets fluid.
Strikes the pointed arrow,
There, the naked Cupid.

The sofa reverberates
As I thrust and flay.
You do the same
As you moan and stay.

"You are beautiful."
I say and caress.
"One more time."
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yesssss!"

{Orgasmic Anita: Hmmmm}

SLEEPING ON THE SOFA (REPRISE)-5
I shout my head off.
It rolls down on the floor.
Hands reach forward.
Kicked out of the bedroom door.

We talk about things,
Never agreed upon by us.
Time flies by
as all we do is cuss.

{Angry Anita:
What the fuck baba?!
There's bills to be paid.
You sleep on the sofa,
All day completely unfazed.}

Sun sets behind my sofa.
The night is long and lonely.
She must be sleeping fine.
Home but so unhomely.

I dread the days to come.
Never thought it to get so far.
I dream of better things.
I am sleeping on the sofa.

{Dreaming Anita: &#*%#^}

NO SORRY, NO WORRY-6
{Wicked Anita: I feel so so sorry for you.}

What the fuck has got
To me is the fuck itself.
I wallowfy into the dark
To restrain myself.

But the rage within
Raises such a din.
Balloon and a pin
And a bottle of gin.

Blood splatters,
Bitches scream
When I twist the metal
Into their spleen.

Don't be so so sorry.
Don't sympathy me.
Sorry for yourself.
A day will you be.

{Scared Anita: Yikes!!}

Nobody could dream.
The fate you choose.
The body on the floor.
Whose Whose Whose???

Your sexy pink dress
Has now so so bled.
Covered all over.
Tides of crimson red.

Steel, it glistens
As I twist pull shove.
Just to be sure.
With all my love.

Its so so sad.
Laugh on you bighead.
You won't be sorry
Now, 'cause you are dead.

{Dead Anita: ...}

BROKEN SPRINGS-7
The bugs crawl on my skin.
There is an emptiness within.
Though the bottle is empty.
Life is still so untempting.
The sun sets from behind
My springless green sofa.
I wine in solitude.
The smoke outta my hookah.
My heart craves for you.
Come back how ever you may.
I swallow a handful.
Down on the sofa I lay.

{Ghost of Anita: Mother Fucker.}

ROCK AND ROLL

First of all, a big thanks to my freakshow of a friend (codenamed InhaleAmole; I am, as you might have guessed, The PurpleFish.) who introduced me to this wonderful-funderful world of Music. From the Blues to Heavy Metal, it has got me hooked. Bapu is worried, "What got into your empty mind that you are so into this bang bang head splitting musik?" Understandable. Having a hell of a child like me will make any parent jittery.
Now I am all set to pen an album 'SLEEPING ON THE SOFA' with 7 songs for The InhaleAmole-the drummer's rock band 'NOSTALGIA' which is currently experiencing a host of problems. The lead guitarist settled down in Michigan and has no plans of coming back to mystical India. The vocalist has got a sore throat due to not that much weed. We suggested he try heroin; no throat problems. And the bassist is in love and only prefers playing mushy yucky love songs these days. We cross our fingers and pray for an heavenly interlude that his girl dumps him pretty soon and he returns to normality. Anyway, we look all set for things will improve for this journey to the dark dark side of the moon has only just begun.
Life Rocks!!!

JUNE / JULY

There is so much about to happen in June / July that my mind refuses to live in the present. It races forward in anticipation and I already find myself rubbing my hands in glee. I wish I had a remote with which I could fast forward into the future. The events slated for June / July are:

• I will finally be able to lay my hands on my copy of the Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie which I will be receiving by shipment on June 07.
• Nicole Kidman's birthday on June 20th and she is expecting a baby in July.
• First draft of my novel 'The Bitch Still Lives...' which will be complete by June.
• My MBA hopes which rest until June 2nd week.
• My salary increment in July.
• My trip to Bangalore with friends. (am waiting to finish my book so that I can celebrate)

Max suggested that I should try spinning around as fast as I can to make time go faster. I did and puked on him. There rests his case and mine. I await patiently and pass time counting off the days...

THE PAINFUL TRUTH

This is what happens when you truthfully answer your girlfriend when she asks, "Am I looking FAT??"

OPINIONATED RAMBLINGS

A one and a two and a three.
A hundred people as may be.
Some fly in the air,
some swim in the rivers,
the others they simply see.

A plane and a boat and a tree.
A hundred and one opinions as may be.
To bring them together
is tough in this weather,
it isnt all that easy.

Peace, not Pieces
do we have to exist in.
Love and Liver,
may not it ever thin.

Fate and Fear,
Belief is the key.
Ego and Eco,
should be always set free.

Some honey, some candy, some ghee.
Look it as an opportunity.
We need to live together,
Hey ladies, and my brothers.
Then will we be dancing in felicity.

YOU & I

Marald & Dugaya,
Little Angelus Grumpus,
Sana Lakotia & Akshan Amin,
Nikita Hempton & Max Mathan,
Haroun Dil Nawaz & Ismetara,
Maria & Taraai too.
They all speak.
But what does the I seek,
amongst all the We.

The I is a mystery.
Revealed to nobody,
but You.