Morbid Thoughts

I'm a far lander.
Far away from home,
wandering in the hinterlands.
Looking for the piece,
of the puzzle unsolved.

I feast all night,
dance on lonely pavements
and vomit my worries
under the bush.

Satisfied I am not
for all that I have got
is not what I want.

A blind baby boy,
with my favourite candy.
I am lured, dastardly lured
to forgo that I hold.
In expectations.

Of getting something more,
something elusive,
which I do not need.

I'm growing restless.
When will this end?
this hide and seek,
this fruitless quest
into the desert.

where there is no water.
Only illusions
of a free and better world.

Morbid thoughts,
pleasing sounds,
cape Kinosaki, my alter ego.
The fish on the frying pan.

Blue dots on the yellow tie.
Femme fetale. Ammoniac smoke,
the smell of lead, the cling-clang
of fallen cartridges.

Did I pull the trigger?
I must have been dreaming.
My bed is wet.
Is it because of my sweat?

Why are the shades open,
Why is the sun so bright?
The cuckoo clock on the wall,
just finished stuttering.
It must have done it eleven times.

Is it time to start my day.
No, it isn't! Its a sunday.
Bloody sunday!

Why hasn't anybody woken me up?
Why isn't my phone ringing?
Has everybody lost their mind?
Has everybody forgotten their duties?

Where is my coffee?
black, bitter coffee.
Where is the soft tender music?

I feel like a knight,
who has lost his sheen.
No more gory tales
to suit my elegant fans.
My horse is old
and so is my soul.

Will the pheonix ever rise?
I ask again
Will the pheonix ever rise?
(The above three lines are a tribute to you know who...)

The time has come for me to go.
Back to where this tale began.
Moonlit night,
fresh breeze by my side.

Walking alone,
towards the sight
that I behold in my eyes.

Back with a bang !

Its Diwali I'm talking about. Well! I'm back from the long vacation (I'm talking about the time between my last blog and this one). I got to spend Diwali in Bombay. Festivity all around me. Hawkers and the hoi polloi on the streets. Kids and grownups bursting crackers. The smell of sweets and savouries. Sights and sounds you cannot afford to miss.

My mind seems to have drifted into dormancy. Too many worldly matters bothering me, that I am unable to focus on creative thinking. I did think, but those where thoughts that were getting on my nerves. Sample this - What's the most lucrative career you can have? A search on the net revealed that its the Doctor's profession. Hmmm! Saving lives does pay you a lot. Apart from earning you lots of karma, it surely does put you in the back seat of a Merc. Wish I had listened to my parents.

I am trying to figure out what to do with my engineering degree, my IT work-ex and my new found business knowledge. I keep pondering about what skills I have and how I could earn that extra penny using whatever I have. Sqeezing that last bit of value from my body and soul. Did you know that you could earn a lot of money in the stock markets? Well I have been doing it for the past four ears and I realise that I'm getting greedier by the day. Pity on me.

Hoping I can think clearly after a good night's sleep.