Curtain Call.

A strange determination fills me.

Something happened today, something stirred.

I woke up the same way, But I don't think I woke up the same.

Sometimes it doesn't take a life altering experience to change you.

I think the tiniest , uneventful , unlikely variable can stir you. Move you.

Its something I haven't felt before. A weird determination that came out of no where.

I have a feeling its going to stay.

A list of things to do and accomplish has magnificently formed in order.

They're all difficult to achieve, but then I've come to realize that everything worth achieving is difficult.

I'm not saying that I can and will achieve all those things, however I sure hope I do.

Not for anyone else's sake, but for me.

I think its time to lay the fantasy and the drama to a rest.

I think its time I saw the bigger picture

Im going for it. No looking back.

I'm going for it with everything that I have and everything that I am.

I know I have a lot to offer, even if there are no takers yet.

Im going to change all that and more.

Sometimes all you need is a little pep talk from yourself.

May be my WORLD isn't as WARPED  any more.

I am the God of my Universe.

I am time.

I am energy.

I'm a boy looking at a world... a warped world

trying to make sense of it all.

I'm a man waiting to be heard.

Like I once said before 'Make your own Destiny, Screw Fate'.

I think Its time.

Thank You for listening and reading

Curtain Call.

I'm Ready.

Something worthy of December.

Magic.
Its what is lacking in the world. Well at least in mine .
Ever wake up one day and wonder what happened to the year?
How did it just whizz by?
Thought I had all the time in the world.

It sneaks up on you. Time.
The greatest coward I've known
Never stays a moment. Pfft. Time.
Time just took the year hostage and killed it without so much as a ransom note.
The year just died.

So the year.. well lets see. Had my ups and downs.
Just like any other year. A regular roller coaster.
Made a lot of wonderful friends...only to say goodbye.
Wish I had more time, to live in the happy cocoon they built around me.
Sigh.Tragedy.

Tragedy is realizing that for me education is almost over.
My last few hurdles in the academic path.
I enjoyed my education.
It helped me understand.
Helped me become aware.
When they say 'we don't need no education',
clearly they are satisfied being another brick in the wall.

Wall. Something I never managed to bring down.
Stays up there like Fort Knox.
Keeping me out. Successfully.
Sometimes I wonder, May be if I just look the other way...
And run in that opposite direction..
Perhaps it would become non-existent.

Non-existent. Its what this year will be. Soon enough.
I hear the world is coming to an end.
In a couple of years.
So what now? Put my affairs in order?
Ha. Clearly the marketing of a popular recent movie on Armageddon was exceptionally successful.
Such a hue and cry about the world ending. A world where billionaires and politicians survive
because they have enough money and power to float boats that will sail to Mt. Everest .
Only in a movie.

Movie... the last one I saw involved a triangular love story
where two out of the three protagonists are supernatural by nature
Of course these two are quite the rage with the female population
FYI this movie was not just made out of a hat.
Its based on a popular book series.
Has almost every girl smitten.

Smitten is what I have been for a nauseatingly long time.
Smitten with an idea.
Smitten with fantasy.
Smitten with idealism.
Smitten with unhappy endings and the thought of it changing tide the last moment...
For the happily ever after.
This thought. This thought in my head reproduces into multiple thoughts.

Thoughts. Well self explanatory.
Filled with them. Think I'l explode
I wonder if my brain has the power of retention.
For all the bombarding.
Thoughts being flung into it by trebuchets .
My Imagination flourishes only with my reality's demise.

Demise. This word is feared.
This word signifies end.
Demise - Termination.
But why doesn't anyone look at demise as the chance for a new beginning.
The Demise of 2009. The beginning of 2010.

Beginning. Well that remains to be seen.

Merry Christmas. A happy new Beginning.

The Blinding light of day reminds some of darkness

On some days waking up is the hardest part of the day...and the funny thing is lack of sleep has nothing to do with it....

On some days The Blinding light of day reminds some of darkness
On such days the power of light is futile
Its speed irrelevant
Its intensity minuscule

On some days waking up is a labor
A task, the very first one.
Do you have the energy to continue?
When your unscripted dreams seem more appealing.

On some days you just want to go back to sleep
Not because you need it, because you want it

On some days waking up is the hardest part of the day...and the funny thing is lack of sleep has nothing to do with it....

Writer boy does a show, more often than he'd like.
Fin.

John

So listen up. Ok read, you know what I mean
I have a problem, there's this guy in my head who mocks everything I do.
He's arrogant, stubborn and relentless.
Every time I'm a little droopy, he says 'boo hoo' so you think you have the worst problems in the world?
I say to him 'take a hike buddy, this doesn't concern you.
He smirks and says , of course it does.

So for fucks sake lets call this guy 'JOHN'.
John's a relentless douche bag know it all.
Arggg Annoying idealist sitting on a pedestal.
A leech.

John's the kinda guy who's always in your head
questioning your every move, mocking your groove.
He's unsatisfied and an idealist.
Well actually saying that he's an idealist should make the unsatisfied thing self-explanatory.
John's a fucking retard who doesn't know its wrong to pry .

He's always looking in from the outside.
In his world there's good and bad
right and wrong
black and white
There's just no room for Grey.

I'm all about the Grey.
Struggling to get it right.
Make the whole drama thing work out.
I'm the stage actor, messing up my lines on show day.
Quivering in front of the audience
Not John!. Certainly not John.
John's pro. John is Hollywood.
John is mayor of Tinsel town.
John is the hero.

I'm the stunt double.
Fuck John.
He shows up, I take the fall.
I bruise. He gets the glory
He gets the drama.
I get reality.
I don't get a re-take.

Everyone loves John.
I hate John.
John is what I see in the mirror.
Or may be John sees me.
I don't know.
But John knows. Of course he does.

Fucking schizo... he blurts.
"Says you" I say.

One thing I can't deny, John help's me face the world.
But its John's world that I'm facing.
What about my world?

John smirks and says the world's not ready for you, or may be you aren't ready for the world
"These are my people. This is my story. This my house.
Where are you?
who are you?
where are your people?" he asks inquiring with a grin that makes me want to hurl .

John becomes silent.
The conversation is over. As usual , with a question.

He always leaves me thinking, wondering.

Where is my house?
Is this my story?

Where are my people?

I and Love and You

Load the car and write the note
Grab your bag and grab your coat
Tell the ones that need to know
We are headed north

One foot in and one foot back
But it don't pay, to live like that
So i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks
For never to return

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape I'm in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

When at first I learned to speak
I used all my words to fight
With him and her and you and me
Oh but its just a waste of time
Yeah its such a waste of time

That woman shes got eyes that shine
Like a pair of stolen polished dimes
She asked to dance I said it's fine
I'll see you in the morning time

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape im in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Three words that became hard to say
I and love and you
What you were then, I am today
Look at the things I do

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape I'm in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age
Your dreams to catch the world, the cage
The highway sets the travelers stage
All exits look the same

Three words that became hard to say
I and love and you..............

Thank you- Avett Brothers

What would I do?

Touching base... I must confess the last 8 odd years have been a loop.
A loop of good , bad and ugly and surprisingly poetic.
Round and round I go. A tired reel with pictures and a story.
Forever seeking , hoping , hiding and praying.
Caring about them , crying for acceptance.
Pleading for love and performing at a circus with the most obnoxiously loud clothes.
I think its come to a standstill. I knew this year would be about change.
I just knew. It hasn't disappointed thus far. A lot happened thus far. To me, to the world
I once wrote about a juggernaut breaking through walls.
I don't think I need him anymore.
I suppose I'm saying that I think I can find the door now. So the need for bursting through walls is unnecessary and obsolete.
So also is a lot that stood important at one point.

On so many occasions when I'm overwhelmed with emotion..I often ask myself what would the sane, practical me do?... what would the sane , practical side of me advice another to do?
It is seldom that the one's who preach , end up following their own advice.
So I ask myself why the hell not? Lets give it a shot. Let me follow my own advice.
I know what I would tell another....
It's just the perfect time to listen to the rational and selfish side of me.

There's no black or white
right or wrong
There's just me and the world
Simple.

What would I do?
Live life on my terms, work towards the dream , protect my loved one's
Be happy.
Walk unto the wilderness , post gravity
Open the exit door... and not care to look back anymore.

What would I do?
I'd start afresh.
Begin once more...

So be it.

Beginning.

Ascension

May be I'm supposed to just work my way to a happy light.

May Be if i dream and scream and tear and pull, I'll arrive.

May be I am all that I need.

May be everything happens for a reason.

May be I'm a good enough reason.

For Me and No one else.

Maria

Dearest Maria,

It had to end I guess.
Your situation was something unfortunate.
Water on the jagged surface of a hollow vase.
Drip by drip it went I guess.
Every drip a deafening sound.
Enough to wake you from a slumber.
But wake up you must and did.

A race horse is born to run , is bred to run , lives to run.
It can't be satisfied just grazing on the mountain plains.
It needs to run, the wind lashing against it.
The adrenaline that pumps through its body.
It can't be tamed to be some sort of a farm animal. Can it?
May be you are a race horse. May be you have to run. How far though?
Until when? Won't you miss the hay ? Won't you miss the farm.
Don't you want stability or is the wilderness your routine?

The question is won't you tire of the wilderness?
You cover massive distances with each sprint.
You leap ahead of all the others at lightning speed
Why do you move on so fast?
Is it because you can? or are you just afraid to stay still?
Do you stop and see?
Do you understand me?
Will you burn yourself out?
Will you lose and pout?

What is your normalcy ?
Is it an uncontrolled anarchy?
Do you wish to be tamed?
So many questions.
So many possible answers.

If I could define you in one word, it would be 'Possibility'
This word would sum you up.
You are clay.
You shape yourself into whatever you would like to be.
You are uneven, yet formed.
You are a substance that adapts according to matter.
You are a fiery flame, flickering in the wind.
You are vibration.


Maria...

The world will make sense someday and someday you will be still.

Rain

She loved to dance...
He loved to watch her..
She always walked home from the dance hall...
He always followed a few steps behind...
She lived in a house with a red brick wall...
He knew ...because he followed her until she was home...
She often glanced back to see...if she was being stalked by her tall handsome stalker..
Stalk her he did...for he hated to disappoint her...
She smiled ever so brightly at times...just knowing her knight followed her to her castle..
He would look up and frown at the clouds...and wonder why they would attempt to rain upon his princess..

She didn't care about the rain.....
He walked her through it....
She didn't care about time...
He counted the minutes...
Not a day went by when they wouldn't meet...
Yet neither said a thing...
Then one day fate had a plan...
She walked her way home as usual...
He followed suit close behind....
She felt a trickle of excitement..
He felt joy watching her glide...

She wanted to talk to him...
He wanted to walk with her...
This would be the day she decided..she would talk to him..
He wondered if he would ever have the courage to tell her how he feels...
She stopped in her tracks...with an eerie eagerness...
He stopped at once behind her...his heart pounding hard....
They stood on the market road the busiest road of all..
Oblivious to their surroundings...cherry cakes and all...

She turned around and faced him...
He looked at her and hid his glance...
She smiled at him n blushed furiously...
He found that it completely melted his heart...

A sound in the distance made them vary..
Something had gone horribly wrong...
They didn't pay attention, for the moment they were having was all that mattered..
She would tell him today she felt safe with him..
He would tell her he would gladly steal her pain away...
She would tell him today she loved him so...
He would tell her today that everyday he lived only so he could walk her home...
Things in the distance knocked over...with a horrible screeching sound..that followed
she turned around and screamed...

He looked at the sight with horror in his eyes...the world had come to a standstill....
a truck was heading..out of control..heading straight for the girl...
She didnt want to die....
He knew he wouldnt let her ..if he tried..
This was the day she wanted to rejoice...
He had to make a choice...
He couldn't watch her die...
The world moved slowly for him....
He reacted with instinct..
and then it all unfolded.....

The next day ...the town's people..payed homage to the brave young lad...
They spoke of him highly...rumors were ripe that he did it out of love and compassion...
& the girl he loved was safe and well...

She didn't attend his funeral....
He was buried with the proper respect that he deserved....
Rumors said the girl had lost her smile...
Her faith however...was stronger now...
She often said.."i have a feeling..he will always look over me..wherever he may be"...

After all she loved to dance...
And he loved to watch her ...

For love..and everything it means..

*I wrote this a long time ago, but perhaps until now..it never meant more.
Ab.

Writer Boy does a show.

Writer boy, Writer boy alley oop
Writer boy, Writer boy screw Betty Boop

The bright lights are a callin
U sir are fallin
madly, completely
Truly, madly , deeply
Hold on don't shoot
Fuck her and her boot
Insatiable drive
Jesus is alive

An Atheist's parade
As blunt as a blade
Hook line and sinker
Boy ur a stinker
Victory march
Ur losin starch

The bright lights are a callin
U sir are fallin
madly, completely
Truly, madly , deeply
Hold on ,don't shoot
Fuck her and her boot
Insatiable drive
Jesus is alive


Jackson in heaven
Fuck Micheal Bevan
Scream ur lungs out
Whachu writin about
Ur sweating , perspiring
Hooters is hiring
Bare legged fools
Stupid girls and their jewels
Oh they are shiny
But them girls are just whiny

Writer Boy , Writer boy I said alley oop
Writer Boy , Writer boy what's the scoop
Ur ass is on fire
Premature desire
Heavily sedated
Tell Jim I made it
Fuck her words
Revenge of the nerds

Boy ur gna get it
Oh yeh, I said it
Final goodbyes
Post departure sighs
Interval arrival
Optimistic survival
Burn that hope
Smoke that dope
I said whoop whoop whoop!

Writer boy , Writer boy I said alley oop

Between her legs
You saw Golden eggs
Implanted seedling
Postmortem bleeding
Carnival of smoke
What a Joke
Soak, soak , soak
What a situation
Inbuilt Infatuation


The bright lights are a callin
U sir are fallin
madly, completely
Truly, madly , deeply
Hold on don't shoot
Fuck her and her boot
Insatiable drive
Jesus is alive

Pragmatic conclusion
Sodomy inclusion
Stop ur bullshit
Take ur last hit
Walk on down
Cut her gown
Wake up player
How Long to lay her
Morning sun rising
Rebellion arising
Walk that dog
Fix that clog

Writer boy, Writer boy I said stop now
Easy does it boy, don't have a cow
Words are unspoken
Hearts they are broken
Lay ur pen down
Lose the frown


Here's a dime
Thank u for ur time

Fuck this rhyme.

Marriage Material

There are so many songs that have been a part of me. So many of them that take me back to some distant memory.

At one point or another I've always had a playlist in my head, that was played through and through and would start over once done. Some songs make me happy, the others make me sad., some charge and fire me up... some of them drive me mad. Some songs have taken me to different worlds , others grounded me firm. Some grew on me eventually, others had me from the one , a two...a one two three go!. Old songs and new...Some weird one's and the normal few.

The one's with the messages that Inspired me so.. the one's I could relate to whether Summer, Rain or Snow. There have been so many past and present. Yet this one song swallowed me whole. I think If I allowed myself to be partial a bit... just that little bit, I would say 'Like a Stone'.

Its not the best song I've heard, Its not the most popular either... Its not by the best band in the world(then again I dunno who is..music is so relative), not the best lyrically and yet for me its Platinum ten fold. Your current favorite song is like a relationship heading eventually to a break up. Its on ur mind always , but suddenly something new comes along that makes u move on.

Like a stone for me however was marriage material. I think I'd get down on my knee for this one... Not the most beautiful in the world...but for me there is no other

Sinfully commited
Yours Truly,
Abhijeet Shetty.


Like a Stone- Audioslave.

On a cobweb afternoon
in a room full of emptiness
By a freeway i confess
I was lost in the pages
of a book full of death
reading how we'll die alone
and if we're good we'll lay to rest
anywhere we want to go

(chorus)
In your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
Like a stone
i'll wait for you there
alone .

On my deathbed I will pray
to the gods and the angels
like a pagan to anyone
who will take me to heaven
To a place i recall
i was there so long ago
the sky was bruised
the wine was bled
and there you led me on

In your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
alone

And on i read
until the day was gone
and i sat in regret
of all the things i've done
for all that i've blessed
and all that i've wronged
in dreams until my death
i will wander on

In your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
Like a stone
I'll wait for you there
alooooone...alooooooooooohoooone...ooohn.

August

Tis strange times we live in. This month didn't allow me stability.
This month preyed on normalcy. I craved a script , a storyline that I could follow.
No such luck. The month swayed and wobbled like a ship rocking about.
I feasted, I played, I bought , I sought.
The Virus loomed killing in its path,
Masks were worn made of inferior cloth.
Pandemic arose
Epidemic galore
Yet amidst the chaos I smiled
Something caught my attention..even though its been around for a while
I felt a cocoon wrap around me at once
Its outcome , I have yet to decipher
Leading the rats out of town went the Pied Piper

I don't see a pattern for this post
Its a concoction of passive thoughts at most
Islands sprouting from somewhere new
Bathing in fresh morning dew
This month for me has been a query
Nothing made sense and yet everything did

I'm tired of this structureless rant
I'm sure you won't understand.. you most definitely can't.

This post I leave on a 'to be continued' note...
Unpredictability has wielded its ugly gloat .

Tis Strange times we live in...

Driven

Make Your Own Destiny. Screw Fate.

Advantage Federer

Greatness is a scarce commodity
There are few people who leave an unblemished mark
One of these goes by the name of Roger Federer.
The king of grass as they call him, and rightfully so on 5/07/09
set an unprecedented record by winning most grand slam titles in Men's singles competition in the world of tennis on the prestigious grass of Wimbledon .

He faced his worthy adversary, Andy Roddick on the grandest stage of them all.
The match was a grueling display of talent , class and panache. The competition fierce in every sense of the word, back and forth went the tennis ball, as did the advantage.
A deuce was viewed as a breather. The greats flanked court side.. Bjorn Borg sat in the stand and then came, as promised the great Pete Sampras who held the record for 14 grandslam wins in singles competition , that Roger Federer had managed to tie with at The French Open. Pete had come as a show of respect to witness perhaps the breaking of his prestigious record and that too at the grandest stage of them all.

Roger was on a mission, but so was Andy Roddick with his dreams of winning Wimbledon locked safely in the glimmer in his competitive stare. He served with a fury as Roger struggled to wit hold. Twice did he cut through Rogers defence.Roger fought back and they were two sets each. On and on, back and forth , it was truly any body's ball game. The fifth set will perhaps go down in History as both worthy champions served up a storm. A feast it was for all who witnessed , talent served on a silver platter with multiple helpings. Passion oozing out and spilling all around. The crowd gasped and moaned at regular intervals... showing expressions of admiration and wonderment. The players performed, entertained and grasped and tugged and pulled..as a lot hung in balance that day, a lot more than usual. For one man it was about winning the most sought after prize in the world of tennis for the first time, for the other it was winning it for the sixth time and also sealing his place as the greatest ever, while at it.

Roddick refused to back down, he played with a fury unseen or unexpected off him. He rose to the occassion and bombarded the swiss master. Federer staggered , but refused to be overwhelmed by the assault of talent he faced from the other side of the net.
Roger perservered and held on, hoping he could break Roddick by not budging, by revealing no room for error.. the fifth set went on to a staggering 16 games in all which lasted for all of 95minutes as there are no tie breaks in the fifth set. The athletes were spent, however they refused to let it show. The passion, the yearning , the need was overwhelming. Their goals were set, their bodies responded accordingly, their minds battled.

Finally after Four hours and eighteen minutes it crumbled, The Swiss held on, while the American finally succumbed to perhaps his over anxious desire to win. He left a tiny door open, wide enough for Roger Federer to come crashing into and knock it right off its hinges. When the smoke was clear, the crowd were on their feet, Andy lowered his head , while Roger leaped up into the air with triumph. If Roger could bellow , he would. Applause rendered through the court as also in the homes of millions of Federer fans all around the world.

The match stood at 5-7, 7-6 (8-6), 7-6 (7-5), 3-6, 16-14- Federer to Roddick.

Roger Federer had done it. He achieved what no other man had achieved in professional tennis. Pete Sampras had risen with the others in applause for a man who had just dethroned him and seemed genuine in his gesture of mutual respect and goodwill.

Not discounting the efforts of Andy Roddick who most definitely played the game of his life and nearly crushed Rogers dreams of breaking the prestigious record. Andy Roddick looked broken, He hung his head low, still clutching his racket in his hand twirling it around. The crowd acknowledged his effort, his talent, the magic that he had brought with him on court. They cheered for Andy Roddick who rose from his chair for a brief moment to acknowledge the accolades that were being hurled at him. This was a wonderful day for tennis, as great things had been witnessed. Records were broken, respect was earned and deserved. Roddick looked at Pete Sampras and said as he accepted his silver plate, 'I'm sorry Pete, I tried to hold him off'. The atmosphere became more lighter, as there was a round of laughter that trickled through the crowd.

Roger came for his prize and he held his bright golden cup up in the air as it gleamed against the sunlight. The crowd cheered , Sampras and Borg too cheered and so did Andy Roddick who clapped silently from where he was sitting, which was not missed by the cameras. A true show of sportsmanship.

Roger thanked Pete Sampras for coming and then gave Andy Roddick his due. He acknowledged that Roddick played a fantastic game of tennis, a level of that a champion would play at. He also summerasied by saying that ' Unfortunately in the game of tennis , there can be only one winner and today I was lucky to be that winner'. An applause broke out as both competitors walked out off the court. In the back Pete Sampras acknowledged the fantastic display of tennis that the world had witnessed before them, thanks to two marvelous players, both deserving enough to be champion. When asked about Roger Federer, Pete Sampras said that Roger is humble in spite of being a great champion and he truely deserved this victory. He further said that 'In my book ...Roger Federer is the greatest ever'.

On this day Roger Federer was crowned Wimbledon Champion 2009 along with breaking an illustrious record. On this day Andy Roddick proved that the best is yet to come.
On this day, this bright sunny day.... The game of Tennis was witnessed in all its glory.

And although as The Great Roger Federer has returned to the number 1 ranking, he did so in the absence of his one true nemesis, a fact that was acknowledged by Federer himself.

After all the Spaniard will heal and return to claim what was his and battle lines will be drawn again.

A moment of silence

25/06/2009 .An Icon has passed.

Popcorn

The Terminator once said to John Conner 'I'll be back'
and he came, he kept his promise...
Willy was free, Nemo was found, Simba became king.
Jerry Mc'guire had his love at 'hello'
William Wallace with his brave heart yelled 'Our Freedom' when he was asked for his last request

Spiderman agreed that 'With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility' and this helped him become the hero, Batman realized that in order to save his city he had to be its villain , its dark knight.
Superman returned to a world that didn't need him, and still fought to save it.
Wolverine started afresh, The Hulk learned to control, Ironman rose.

Chris Gardner a struggling salesman in his 'Pursuit of happiness' told his son 'Don't let anybody tell you, that you can't do something'

Forrest kept Running forward and remembered that his mother told him that 'Life is like a box of chocolates, You never know what you are going to get'

Frank Abagnale Jr. said Catch me if you can and lived a variety of lives



A Few good men wanted the truth , even if they couldn't handle it
Scary movies became funny
Basic Instincts were let out
Ethan Hunt proved no mission was impossible
Hannibal Lectar developed a good 'taste' in friends

Dinosaurs roamed Jurassic Park
E.T. rode a bike
Luke Skywalker stood upto his father
Harry Potter came to Hogwarts
Middle Earth found a hero in Frodo Baggins

Jack met Rose aboard the Titanic
Harry met Sally
Joe Fox and Kathleen Kelly got mail
A whole bunch of characters realised that Love Actually is really all around us
An Englishman won the heart of a Hollywood Celebrity at Notting Hill

Mr. Bean came to The United States
Harry and Lloyd became dumb and dumber
Baby had a day out
Dunston checked in
Beethoven slobbered
The Rat race began
Kevin learn't responsibility after he was left Home Alone.

Hitch got Hitched
Jack Sparrow survived and how!
Two dancers dirty danced their way to love and had the time of their lives
Shrek and Fiona realised that true beauty is a lot like love.. it comes from within
The exorcist exorcised
Mad Max Drove
Maverick flew
Bill and Ted enjoyed their bogus Journey
Neo found out he was the one
Lara Croft raided her tombs

A league of extraordinary gentlemen banded together for a good cause
James Bond had a liscence to kill
The Mask danced to a shik shiki boom, shik shikki boom, shik shiki boom!
Mr. and Mrs. Smith rediscovered passion
John Mclane decided to die hard
Dr. Dolittle spoke to Animals
The Nutty Professor lost a lot of weight
The Gladiator fought

Freddy fought Jason
Aliens fought the predators
Godzilla fought King Kong

Carrie married Big
Jumanji was played
Kids shrunk, kids blew up
The passion of The Christ was witnessed
Independence day was sought by a united World
The Da Vinci Code was cracked

Bella met Edward and longed for twilight
Vampires fell in love with werewolves in the underworld
Adrian asked Rocky why he wanted to fight, he replied 'because I can't sing or dance'
Rambo fought many wars of justice


I could tell you more, I'm sure you have your own list.... life has every bit of drama that we can or cannot handle.... some of us love our lives, are content with it or wish it were better....

I guess the trouble with real life is that may be it doesn't measure up to the movies...but may be its not supposed to...... some one once said 'the trouble with real life is that its nothing like the movies'....

Movies are exaggerated emotions portrayed through the medium of a vision of how a life should be/ is/ or was. Its a story inspired by life.

We create in movies , what seem unachievable otherwise, we write stories of fantasy, romance, intrigue, superhero's etc. because perhaps all these are needed to tone down the harsh realities or they are viewed as unreasonable solutions. Movies portray idealism and yet stay true to reality in story telling , making it almost poetic , just to seem reachable or achievable.They remind us to rise to the challenge, they inspire- to dream, to love , to forgive, they show us the drawbacks of war, pain, misery and suffering, they show that crime doesn't pay, they show families, friendship, trust, loyalty, respect. They show anger, hatred, jealousy. They show lust , envy, greed, anxiety. They show horror, laughter, action, drama. They show happy endings, they teach lessons, give morals, messages. A movie experience is a getaway from life , or is it?



Movies and reality two very distant cousins..... but related nonetheless.
Just a thought.

In the words of Truman upon exiting 'The Truman Show'- 'In case I don't see ya, Good afternoon, good evening and good night'
(Mornings are overrated :p)
Regards- Abhijeet Shetty.

Smooth

Man it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whispering the words that melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita, my Spanish harlem mona lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth

And its just like the ocean under the moon
Well it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it

I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
In every breath and every word, I hear your name is callin' me out, yeah
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning you round and round
And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause your so smooth

And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Well it's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kinda lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it


Or else forget about it...
Or else forget about it...
Or else go and forget about it...
Give me your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it, oh oh now let's go and forget about it...
Or else forget about it, oh oh now let's go and forget about it...
Now now now, let's go and forget about it...

Thank You Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana.

Unbreakable

Prologue-
Keep your Anesthesia... Cut me up nice
You'll falter in your methods..hit a wall
Hurt and pain are brothers.. and family sticks together
I see no reason for you to care for me.. I don't require your glance
Make a break for it...run away from me..here's your chance

It eats at you .. when You wonder
Knowing me ..was it just a blunder...
The rain pierces my skin...
I bruise and burn...
And yet it seems my blood dries up quicker..my wounds heal
I fidget with images cast upon by a montage..
How quickly it plays like a second rate memory reel
Claustrophobia isn't fear of enclosed spaces..
It's a dying art..a yearning to get out of miserable sanctuaries..

Unbreakable...

I sing a morning song with relative ease...
I hand you a basket of bread and cheese..
Misery loves company.. I would know...
Me and misery have spent quality time..with candle lights out in the snow
I sang praises of past glories in that chatter..
Misery laughed, and said that's the past..what does it matter?
I put up a defense and said our experiences make us strong...
Misery did a Chandler Bing and said could you be more wrong?

The wax on the candles melted..
The flame flickered away..
The darkness seemed scented
Aroma is a reminder said Misery- my friend,
It reminds you of what was, what has been
Its no current feature, no godsend.
Its a memory of your past...it takes you back in time
Your choice to live in that era is nothing short of a crime
We meet often...
I influence you , probe you ..remind you...
But you seem adamant..You seem agile..
My friend I am Misery..and you fail to be fragile
I listen to her words..I see the dark cloak she wears..
My foot plays in the snow..my mind wanders as she ridicules me and my agendas
I drift away endlessly ...my mind swaying to thoughts positive ..happy and glee
She seems restless..and says to me..'You trouble me lad'
To break you is a challenge...To oblige I would be glad...
Your mind races to possibilities , while I remind you of failures
What guides you... what pulls you...what shines for you?
I've seen your tears..they've mixed with the snow...
Yet you manage on your being..a warm shiny glow..
How do you do it? what is your secret?
I stare at her..as she glares into my soul..
This has been great misery..But I really have to go
Next time lets bring torch lights and shine them in to the snow...
I couldn't help but notice I said.. The wax took the light away...
A candle burns itself out I smirked...as Misery held back a smile...
Lets just say old friend....I'm no candle...
I melt away at times... But to me the light is important..the flame is undying
I'm no wax you can mold
I'm no butterfly you can hold...
I am ... because I allow it...
I see..because I choose to...
I smile because I have a choice...

I am an ocean of salts and dreams...
With winds of passionate screams..
I am the Heaven I seek
I am the Placebo that I need...
Its not that I have lived unscathed..
It's not that I have lived in a cocoon...
Its not that I haven't seen myself fall....

Its just that I choose to remain Unbreakable in spite of it all..........

Woe is me and You are ?

I'm a big concoction of feelings...I find I have feelings visiting and leaving often... Grumpy seems to be a regular visitor since exams and submissions approach tirelessly and Hunky and Dory as a result are behaving aloof...Happy is hiding and sleepy is my constant companion...Lonely has me for company..and I desperately await dandy...

The Paramour sessions...

Sitting by a fire
On a lonely night
Hanging over from another good time
With another girl...
Little dirty girl
You should listen to this story of her life

You're my heroin
In this moment I'm lonely
fulfilling my darkest dreams
All these drugs, all these women
I'm never forgiving...
this broken heart of mine

*Papa Roach- Forever

A Passerby's Monologue

To love is to be brave.. the courage to trust , to devote with a fury is similar to that of the wind encouraged by the sea at high tide on a stormy starry night.

To see yourself losing a part of yourself to another and being enticed by the aspect of being incomplete while apart, only to be whole again when united is a prospect your eyes will greet.

In love your eyes will comprehend, only what your heart allows it to see.

Regeneration

As I sat yesterday on the edge of my bed...
Boarded yet again upon a train of thought...
I let the silence engulf me...
I let it pour into me... I let it take me.
I sat alone.... awaiting sleep
All sound had been banished...
Banished out the door... I felt different.
I felt alone... I shivered...I smiled.

Then it happened.....The above was what I felt on the exterior...
My mind was a different story....I thought of a road I once walked upon...
I thought of a person I once met there....I thought of the impression that I had formed
I thought of the story that then transpired...It reminded me of an eclipse...
A long dark eclipse...A puzzling , intriguing eclipse.
What if your entire world were to be eclipsed with no room for light to shine through
What would you do then? And what would you do if you then realized that you preferred the darkness...
How would it make you feel if you found out that you were comfortable in a place devoid of light
What if this darkness were a dream that you looked forward to every time you closed your eyes...
What if you looked forward to waking up to this darkness every day of every year.
Then of course there comes a day when you realize that you miss the light...
And then the craving begins....
As comfortable or uncomfortable as you may be in a situation or a phase...
Change will find you.... It will hunt you down like prey...It will track you down..and corner you
You will find that you have no where to run....As sure as Death is a definite occurrence... so also is change
The difference is change will come at you again and again..and you don't have a choice but to face it...
And death of course comes only once...and the outcome again is no different..
We injure ourselves many times... and depending on the wound we heal or we don't.
Then my mind quickly gets distracted by something my sight probes to show me...
A lizard runs at an insect upon my ceiling... and he pauses for an instance.. vary of my presence
As if frozen in time he lies sprawled upon the ceiling as still as still can be...
My mind wanders... and again I think of injuries and wounds... and then I think of the lizard..
The lizard is a fabulous creature... cut his tail off and he'll grow it right back.
But the new tail does not include all of the tissues and structures of the original one....
Fascinating... so then I trail off again... I connect the dots so to speak...I think we all break bits and pieces of us in our respective journeys..sometimes we reattach ourselves quickly..we improvise..we adapt...
but sometimes we break things that cannot heal....


Then again we are vastly unique... some of us heal faster..
Some of us break easy... some of us persevere ...
Its how we handle the darkness.. Its how we face it...that determines our rate of regeneration
Do we let the darkness swallow us completely , become a part of us?
Or do we then remember light... remember its glow, remember its warmth and then chase after it again...?
We can wait to grow our limbs one by one...
We can wait and see our skin shed the dead skin...
We can wait for the old to make way for the new....
Or we can all accept that Regeneration is possible at will.
Why wait for miracles... why blame fate?
Why wait for time to heal us?... why wait at all.

I crave the light... I woke up to it today...
It burnt my skin... It warmed by body...
I think I've overcome a big part of the darkness...
I think I let light in...I think there is a balance
There will be other forms of darkness that will come at me...
But I think I can store some light in my soul... as collateral
So when change finds me again....
I'll be ready for it.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted ...
I hear music in the distance.... familiar music...that reminds me of the time in darkness.
See the thing about music...its uncanny ability to take you back in time to happy or sad instances makes it extremely powerful
It distracts me... Then I realize that, that emptiness.. that sick feeling has disappeared
This music doesn't seem to affect me like it used to... and now strangely I seem to enjoy it again...

I think for now the light's come through for me...
I think I've regenerated ... Not as good as new... but good enough..


And by the way .........I think my heart is whole again....

Rock bottom would like to spar......

I wish I had wings to fly...
to stop the moment I would die....
I wish I could float a while..
I wish gravity would permit me a smile...
I had a friend , a dog , a love
a creator who watched from up above...
A story i will tell...
of a boy you all know well.....

I'm falling... I'm falling...I'm falling...
and I collide with the ground....
Oh that unbearable sound..
If you could catch me...would you now?
Or would you decline, concede or bow

I know its not a dream....
Even though that is how it would seem...
I didn't cry at all...
As I prepared for my fall...
I looked at the road that past me by...
With memories worth more than a sigh...
I sang the best songs I knew...
As I kissed the morning dew....
The ground it seems too far...
Rock bottom would like to spar.....

I'm falling ...I'm falling...I'm falling
and I collide with the ground....
Oh that unbearable sound..
If you could catch me...would you now?
Or would you decline, concede or bow

And so I fall through the rain...
Its not the end... let me explain...
You fall and you rise..
So say the so called wise...
You hurt and writhe in pain
But you will heal ... you are not insane...

I'm falling ...I'm falling...I'm falling
aaaaaaaand I collide with the ground....
Ohhhhhhhhh that unbearable sound..
If you could catch me...would you now?
Or would you decline, concede or bow

Take my hand.. tap it twice..
Remind me why its all so nice...
Pull me up from the rubble...
I promise im not trouble...
Tell me I will make it...
If you don't believe it..fake it...
I don't need saving..
But the reminder of a light I am craving...
Kiss my head...
Make by bed...
Tuck me in...
Let me dream..let me win...

And as I wake up now...
I see the morning light , I say wow....
A new day is here...
Hope and uncertainity they are near...
I fell through the night...
I fell out of sight...
You caught and broke my fall.....
I'd like to say thank You all....


But now its my turn to fight...
Show you the brightness of my light..............


For my sparring partners....

Poker Face

What good is art without inspiration?
or music without rhythm....
or playgrounds without children?
What good is jelly without motion?
or passion that lacks emotion...
What good is a mountain without landscape
or roads that deny escape....

Hold my hand steady now...
tread not carefully..i won't let you fall
breathe gently into my ear... whisper so my heart may hear..
Crush me gently ... push me easy...
My lips beckon , my heart dances..
tilt your head, close your eyes...
breathe easy...I won't bite....not yet anyhow....
I will look at you...see you whole...see you through ..back and forth...
Don't fight your feeling...kiss me now... I'll cradle your head...be your safety net...
Our eyes they meet
Our hearts they beat
Our lips they glisten
Our souls they listen

I see you ...I raise you

What are we without each other ... but empty treasure chests...
a fortune missing..
but together we're gold....and diamonds and rubies and sapphires alike
We are waves that collide...into one another...aching to be one....
Rocks may halt our motion...only temporary ..my sweet..
I see the glint in your eyes...I can match you piece by piece...
dance and spin...
fall into my arms....
before the night is over ...
I shall take you whole... I win.......
I know you yearn... I know you hunger...

I see you...I raise you

I don't care if you are the homecoming queen...
Makes no difference... at the end of the day...
I will walk up to your stage and claim whats mine..
I know you yearn... i know your tricks....
Our eyes they meet...
Our hearts they beat...
Our lips they glisten...
Our souls they listen....

what good is a frame without a picture...?
what good is light without darkness...
what good is a wait... without purpose...
or love without pain.

I see you...I raise you

What good am I?...
What good are you?
What good are we apart...
What good are we together.....................................................

Plenty.
sweet dreams princess.....

I see you... I raise you....

Monsoon Mud On Vacant Swings

Growing up I knew a boy... we hung out a lot. Like shadows to one another..and reflections in a mirror. He was kind , soft , vulnerable , gentle , quiet and craved to be accepted. He was a dreamer lost in a playground. He loved his people.. he trusted easily. He hoped for the best. Hoping life would be everything he pictured it would be...As he grew , I grew. We got to know each other better. He loved his home, he loved his family. He chose to see the good in everyone. One day he decided he was too quiet.... and he wanted to be accepted..He craved it since I've known him...He wanted it bad. He decided he would talk..work on his social act. He decided he was going to take charge of his life..That's when I saw him slipping away from me. Slowly we drifted apart. He was the cool kid phased into teenage ..psyched about the unknown adventure that lay ahead. He met people..he charmed them. He got a close set of friends and felt invulnerable.He met a few girls along the way....he fell in love twice....After heartbreaks and episodes he pushed himself further...he lost a few friends along the way..gained new ones..he faced new challenges as everyone does...somewhere along the way..he remembered me..he said he missed having me around..he said he felt incomplete and that I'd understand..it had been so long since I'd heard from him...and I was glad...I felt his anguish , his pain ..his loneliness ... I understood. I wanted to tell him I've been there all along..that I was with him through it all...I heard he left a few months ago...he left home... to study..I hear from him now and then...it seems like I can see it all happen like it happened yesterday..His eyes filled with memories...his tears fall at times trying to forget the painful one's ....his smile trying to preserve a few nice one's ...He wrote now and then..I read his words like they were mine...I understood every punctuation , every line...He reached out to me after years...I guess Its up to me now..I know him best..I can help him...I hope he listens..he's always been real stubborn..but i know how to pull his cord..I'll reel him in...I guess even though he's the loud one..I'm the stronger of the two...funny. He leans on me to bail him out..I've never failed him before..I hope I can pull him through again...He has faith in me...he looks at me pleadingly... he says I'm his rock...that he should have never let go off me back then..and that may be he was meant to be more like me...I told him its fine..he did what he did..to fit in...and that all he needs now is a balance of things....
I hope I can give it to him....

Growing up I knew a boy... we hung out a lot. Like shadows to one another..and reflections in a mirror...

sometimes the only person you can count on is you...

The Performer

You know how most of the time ur so caught up with stuff happening in ur life..the good and the bad I mean... ur ability to pay attention to other things reduces or depreciates a considerable amount. You fail to notice the small things out there...Like people for instance.The others.. yes they do exist.. How much are u really seeing of them?... Sure I mean u see them walking on the road , boarding a train , standing in an annoyingly long line in front of you , sure you tend to hear them talk and describe. But are you listening? or are you so arrogant and self centered that you fail to acknowledge their presence ? Are you so engulfed in ur private emotions that u fail to observe or are you so wrapped up in your drama that u begin to wonder if the others are around to just fill in the background of the scenery you so dramatically walk through. Do you consider yourself the star and do you also expect everything to happen the way it does so that somehow it all adds up to be the missing pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that is your life...Are u doomed to practice in front of the mirror on a stage alone....or will u finally accept that for any stage an audience is necessary...but don't convince urself that the audience is there just to watch u perform..to witness ur life...to play a part in ur story. Understand that all of them have their own stage, their own story..their own drama. Acknowledge and understand as hard as it may be for u to admit it..that u are no different....ur just another character in a movie playing his part..what u do with it is upto u..but give others their due.... life will move on with or without u...even for those that love u the most...so be part of the audience and take some time to really listen to someone..to really see someone..to try and understand someone......................................................to understand ur audience and to earn them..u have to be one of them....


For the millions of people that I have come across since the day I was born ..whom I've failed to acknowledge ....cause I've been busy playing the star.
Nobody is unique , cause everyone is.....
Abhijeet Shetty.

A Day In The Life..............

Prologue

I sipped a cup of tea today with unusual difficulty. Sapped with emotions , my usual Fort Knox exterior vulnerable. It was ready to crumble at the slightest probing. My mind the enemy...my heart its accomplice...me the captive. What was I to do?..---------------------

War

The cold of winter erased the warmth and with it the ability to smile. Weirdly enough I saw it coming... I sounded the bugle before it arrived. A fight was coming.... and with it , it would bring loss and grief. An end of an era was promised, and a new beginning was a distant dream.I was armed with my Sword and Battle Axe..My armor intact.
I braced myself for the impact that sure did come. Destruction laid behind it. Under the wreck I found myself. Buried one with the rubble. I pushed out of it , as the pain seared through my skin. I got up unsure of the force that had hit me.My sword lay thrust upon the ground along with my axe under a huge rock a few feet away as a result of the force with which I had been hit.She was standing a foot ahead of me, along with three others. Two males, the other female. They appeared familiar. The man to the left had ear splitting laughter that spread through the air with ease and a sword in hand ready to stab in the back. The woman to the right, was the fairest of all , alluring , enchanting, hypnotic and excited perhaps anticipating the consequence of her battle with me. The man to the right of her appeared smug to say the least, his arrogance he hid behind his glance . He was cultured , yet deadly. He hid his agendas well and yet made his intentions clear.. as he looked at me with hungry eyes, ready to devour me and perhaps destroy me... slowly. The Woman in the center was slender and tall... Her hair that fell slightly above her shoulder, twitched with hatred for me. Her expression cold , numb a complete lack of emotion. Unbreakable. She glared at me hoping perhaps to crush me beneath her feet.

They stood across me , the four of them, waiting their turn to inflict pain.
I stood unsteadily in their wake. My feet still wobbling
Uncertain of my ability to stand, I rested against a wall weakened by the prior impact
Awaiting the fury that was to come....
The laughing man approached me first.... He clutched his sword tighter as he came...
'I feel horrible for you old friend... but for whats to come you only have yourself to blame
You left your guard down, You let people in....
In my world fellow its considered a sin'
With this a swift motion followed... He held me up by my neck with irritable ease...
'some things dear fellow even I don't joke about' he whispered in my ear and with incredible force he tossed me against the damaged wall....
The pain rushed through my back... I fell to the ground with a horrendous thud.
I lay there collecting dust in my breath..
I heard footsteps approaching.. footsteps I recognized with curious ease.
The fair seductress caught me by my hair and lifted me off the ground...
She sat me against the wall... and sat herself on my lap her legs curled around my back...
Her arms held me tight against her chest..almost as if she were protecting me from the rest.
She breathed in my ear aloud ..and said in a voice assuring
'i won't hurt you little one... you know me well
your heart beckons me for mercy..which to you I will sell..
I will listen to you.. perhaps take your side
But on second thought.. watching pain run through you might just be fun.............
So to hell I will send you... enjoy the ride'
With that she began to choke me...
Her hands on my neck...I felt my life being strangled away
I saw her crooked smile...I could hear her singing in her head..
Things became darker..My time had come..
When suddenly she was pulled off of me...
and I saw his arrogant face towering over me...The arrogant schmuck had yanked the seductress off me..
His smirk intact he spoke...
'I've watched you for a while
Studied your style...
Your life is but mine to take...
Just one more memory together we make'
He shoved me against the wall and said
'This is the man I've Impersonated
Who's walk I've read..
I promised you brother...
On more than one occasion for you I bled
I waited for my time to come
For that I sacrificed my pleasures past
Now its my turn... my turn is now..
He grabbed the back of my hair... and yelled aloud
Step aside...step aside I say ...Do it now!'
And then he punched me..square across the face
My lower lip exploded and the blood flowed
I spun around and waited for the ground to embrace me
Fall I did.. but the ground I didn't reach
She caught me on the rebound...
The tall woman held me in her grasp
Her slender exterior shone in the piercing sunlight
Her eyes empty and blank
She pulled me toward her and smiled
'Had enough? are you through?
Do you concede...
Look Magenta you bleed
I ask you to stop fighting it..Inevitable is your defeat
The end is here..here for you to meet'
As her words I tried to comprehend
She kicked me with force straight across my chest..I flew back with force and hit that cracked wall yet again...
Now bleeding profusely through my mouth..I spat blood to the mud that lay decorated next to me...
She laughed and approached me swiftly...
She spoke once more this time her tone with more prominent finality
'I'm going to destroy you now' she said and she kicked me straight at the heart
I knew she'd cause most damage...right from the start..
She looked at me with that familiar hatred once more.... and said
'I'm done with you now... Finished
My hatred for you I leave unblemished
I will not kill you...its not that easy
your greatest punishment I'm aware of...
I'm going to let you live..'
With that she joined the others...they looked at me ..almost with pity
The laughing man laughed louder than before
The seductress seemed fascinated by her actions from before
The smug faced schmuck seemed elated at his prize
The slender warrior woman seemed cold , apathetic, but content
Together they turned..and walked away in formation
I stared at them...Left at the brink of destruction at their hands
Then slowly I revisited each episode with careful detail
Then from nowhere it came...A powerful force they call rage
It swelled in my chest...my hands trembled .. as I picked myself up...
I reached for my sword .. held the handle..pulled it from beneath that rock.....
Somehow somewhere something had awoken
A strength rekindled , born perhaps out of the need for preservation
I looked at my sword for a fleeting minute ...as I saw the four walk further away in the distance
Then I smiled... and the impossible happened
I took my sword..turned the blade toward the ground..
Held its handle with both hands... raised it above my head
and with a force unparalleled struck the sword into the ground...
The blade piercing the earth.... sent a crack through the ground
the crack reached them with incredible speed and at a distance I saw them fall..
All four of them crashed upon the ground..
And as they turned around with horror and disbelief..
I pulled my sword off the ground and held it high in the air
And then I bellowed my war cry.....I saw them... the fear on their faces..
i saw it clear....my War cry shattered the glasses of the panes around...
And I screamed
'Long have I been subdued...My love holding me back
Nay pain bringers ...You don't get to win...
This is just the beginning ,my first attack...
I show no mercy to you now...my blade is black
Fear my wrath now pain bringers....for now I bring it....
And its different this time.. for now its my heart you lack'

With that I charged..toward them with rage and fury
I'm an unstoppable force... and this is my story.


Epilogue

------------------------------What was I to do?... I look out of the window..and I see the sunlight that burns through the window pane settling on the empty cup of tea that lay on a cracked saucer...In the distance I hear sirens spinning out of control...and on tv I see mass destruction....I look around ...I see the half read book I intend to finish.....I look at the time...I see it slipping...I yawn and stretch...I rub my belly...I decide I'm going for a walk..I open the front door, step out and join the world

Life moves on...It always does.

The Bottle of Happiness

Picture this image I have in my head....
This old bottle I keep beside my bed...
It appears empty to most people staring..
The image I see ... however I won't go sharing
I see you through this bottle of happiness.....
See you smiling , you are intoxicating
I hear you whisper, your sweet nothings
They make me smile...
My toes they cringe...
A little bit of happiness this bottle brings...
Do you see me smile...I haven't for a while
This world's unfair... Love does not always work both ways
Its just a one way street sometimes...sometimes made of sand next to empty bays
I walk on sand and shells alike...
Its like an uphill battle ... a difficult hike...
I usually paddle on rafts alone...
No life jacket...No bags of wishbone
I carry my bottle with me through the storms...
Ur face lights up the bottle and keeps me warm
Its my light through the darkness... my lighthouse at sea
The waves lash at me with fury and rage...
I fight helplessly like a lion in a cage..
I lose my paddle along the way...
I clutch my bottle for dear life..I say
I won't let you go...Ur all I've got
I've held this bottle tight..many storms like this I've fought..
Winds and rains don't scare me...after all its love that I sought
So am I being tested...?
So much love in this I've vested
My prayers have failed me before..
Didn't make me stop believing in him
So why then should I give up on love
My bottle still glows...It shines bright
Blinding me at times....a reminder perhaps of faith and glory
My bottle it holds in its body a beautiful story...
They say men who've lost in love... take to the bottle...
But my bottle is different... it stores no drink
It stores this image of a beautiful girl ...and at times I see her playfully wink
One day the storm might hit me harder.. and I may lose my fight
My bottle might drift away on waters calm...
Fresh off a storm....and out of sight
That day I may grieve my loss..My love lost..
These thoughts on many occasions , through my mind have crossed
And may be one day I'll get a rude awakening
That inevitable day of reckoning ....
Until then however, I will endure...
Walk this path I shall, through its tenure...

A little bit of happiness this bottle brings
A story of finding happiness in the little things......

For bottles that sometimes float out of reach.....For hearts that remember and preach.