Sunday, June 15, 2008

O' Oblivion

This post is about the post liquor melodrama and my subliminal mental state . This phenomenon can be duly described by word ,'Oblivion' and here are some repercussions of a liquor-blood concoction. So it goes, "post talli post mortem" ......

Tippled in ecstasy
Am loving this sleepless trance
Where the blankness rife
And the time is killed patiently
For you can wait, my life

And from here, from hence
Thou art my lord, O' Oblivion ....

Think tank has diffused
So no pain, no glory
Its like just another
Cindrella's sprited allegory

And from here, from hence
Thou art my lord, O' Oblivion .....

Take me in O' Oblivion
Or neurons would gnaw me in
And render me ur haven
Before this whirlpool of life
Drifts me back to worldy tavern

Thou art my lord, O' Oblivion ....
-----xxx----
A tribute to two of my very close friends, Mc Dowell's No.1 and Vijit , both of whom have accompanied me forever in this oblivion land......so 3 cheers to you my friends...!!!!

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

For 18 till I die …

Just a collation of doddering senility and fuelling juvenility


Once the zephyr blew them (hair) hard
But now a maelstrom made it all aired
Once the ravings never stopped
And now a voice barely heard

But the senses are still vying
For 18 till I die …

Once the pride so boasting
But now the very presence beseeching
Once the night so stark
And now even sight off the mark

But the heart still thumping
For 18 till I die …

Once the tandoori chicken so palatable
But now the very smell impalpable
Once the sugar so yum
And now the cholesterol scum

But the blood still darting
For 18 till I die …

Once the cynosure of every chick
But now the company of solitary prick
Once the violent dalliance
And now the decrepit non chalance

But life is as we lived like yesterday
For 18 till I die …

Once the hopes ever rising
But now the very scope tantalizing
Once the mind all solicitous
And now the memory all nebulous

But the soul shall always be mortal
For 18 till I die …