Thursday, September 10, 2009

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.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

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.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

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.

Monday, August 31, 2009

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.

Friday, August 28, 2009

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...

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Driven


Make Your Own Destiny. Screw Fate.

Monday, July 6, 2009

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.