Hope- Despair !!!!

Ancient minds staring at me, looking with anticipation and disgust wanting me to follow their footsteps carved under the shallow mud water of conventional,imprisoned outlook . They try to thrust my fragile egg shell mind through their illogical discrepancy resulting in excruciation. I park my emotions beside the oceans as i stare under the moon and beneath the stars to experience the felicity.I am a death bird, a naughty night bird, thinking incessantly when the world catch some Z's. Being frantic gives me hope and desire to experience concealed truth and lies. I have kicked expectations, feelings and warmth to experience silent slaying act of emotions and feelings.

I close my eyes and see a naked couple talking the air on the beach, i try to listen to the voice of sea under the soft armor of their branches. Moon staring at them, winking at them over the wailing sound of water, capturing their breath and photographing their soul. Moon fells and egresses the sun, jeopardizing the engrossment of couple. They look at each other with hope- despair, love-hatred, trust- distrust..whom to blame?? Sun or Moon ??

Soulful Search !!!!

My eyes have seen you,

When you were wondering,

My eyes have seen you,

When you were wandering.

My eyes have seen you,

Free from the disguise,

Gazing on a city under,

pseudo television skies.

My eyes have seen you,

Let them snap your soul,

Memorize your alleys,

on an endless roll.

Resurrection...

Will you answer me tonight,

In the midst of the moonlight,

I am open to the suggestions,

In case i need any direction.

The answer should be placid lucid,

Blessed by the holy stupid cupid,

I am open to unwanted rejections,

But should be followed by crucifixion.

Let me photograph your bare soul,

Using my eyes and heart as whole,

I am open to love and care,

But should be true and bare.

Death Smiled !!!

I hear a very gentle sound

With your ear down to the ground,

I found an island in your arms,

And a country in your eyes.

I; hear a very gentle sound,

With your ear down to the ground,

I found pain in your sighs,

And death in your thighs.

Butterfly Effect...

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection

Send my credentials to the house of detention

Coz, The face in the mirror won’t stop

The girl in the window won’t drop.

Before I sink, into the big sleep

I want to hear, I want to hear

The scream of the butterfly

Come on baby,Come into my arms

We’re getting’ tired of hanging’ around

Waiting’ around with our heads to the ground

Strange days and strange eyes have found us

We linger alone,Bodies confused, Memories misused

Lets explore the hidden unconscious eternity,

In the midst of fake obnoxious fraternity,

Let's swim out tonight, love,It's our turn to try

Parked beside the ocean,On our moonlight drive.

City Girl....

City too small for a girl like you,

People too strange for a girl like you,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

City too small this girl too big,

Cities too slow this girl too quick,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

Smoke all around and it smells too bad,

Girl will get, what she never had,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

For a girl like you, laughter died,

you are a big girl but a child inside,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

House too empty nobody home,

In a place too noisy, still all alone,

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

City too small for a girl like you

People too strange for a girl like you

Do the hustle, do the hustle.

Last Few Days....

Last Few Days:

So much for rationale. The emotional being i am tells me otherwise.

Landed in Kolkata: Vague, notionless. Fell ill umpteen times. ( Hadn't bothered with injections n pills). Heard carnatic music, started singing in an obnoxious manner, discovered love,missed someone desperately, started reading.

Updates: No thoughts on returning to khandala. Terrified of capricious crowd of KBS. Finding pleasure in small things. Eating hot rice with ghee and namak, walking bare feet,staring at street dogs, talking to maali, dhobis, chowkidar and sweepers.

Finally, friends.Friends i grew up with during my second adolescence as it were.Friends who know everything about me, friends who understand me as a veg and non veg religious and non-religious,mad and forward thinker.

Postscript: Love my family but then they don't have time but after promising myself to be a lone warrior, I am happy being ruthless.

Miss you...

I want to dedicate this writing to a girl who was always there for me in my good and bad times. I never respected her feelings and now when she is not in this world, i miss her. Palak, no one can take your place though people claimed to be my best friend but then they were never there for me. I am all alone and i miss u a lot.

People are busy with their lives and for those busy people even 'Friendship' is just a fucking term..

I still remember the day you first hugged me. You were always there for me but i never felt your importance.Once you left this world, i realised your importance in my life but then it was too late and i was left with no other option other than to repent. Someone else came in my life as a very good friend and made me happy all these years and left me all alone after breaking hundreds of promises. You never left me in the midst of doubts and pain and i wish if you were here to feel how badly i am missing a friend in my life.

Friendship, for many people is just a formality but for people like you and me it was and will always be, 'LIFE'. I trust friendship because you justified its meaning in real sense. In today's time,people are becoming numb towards relationship and don't even realise that how badly they hurt others in achieving personal and professional satisfaction.

I take pride in saying that i don't have any best friend but had a genuine friend who is no more in this world.

Miss you

Loads of love

Ravi Arya

You made me sad...

You are gone
I used to love you.
You are gone
That's the plain truth.

You are gone
Never coming back.
You are gone
Never looking back.

But since you're gone
I guess it's okay
To find new love
The same way.

Is that alright?
You won't get mad?
'Cuz even though we used to be in love
You've made me sad.

So You'll repay
Repay Today.
For what you did.
You're paying.

You are Gone,

With sadness in your eyes

And fakeness in your smile

Always be happy while sayin bye.

Fact..

COCAINE SAY'S ,

I can be your best friend or worst enemy, your biggest secret or worse regret, favorite
lover or biggest mistake.

I say,Take her along with u and experience the eternity on the grounded surface of trust,
care and companionship.

she wont lie and ditch, that's for sure.

C'mon baby, Light my fire. I am all game..

Weirdo...

At this particular moment i am battling with my dead emotions to find out the answer of some undefined questions which rattled my life like a mistily cyclone.It is very hard to conquer the mind when it is at the mercy of the heart. I believe in thinking logical and straight but sometimes i loose grip on myself and start contradicting myself. I have stopped thinking much as whenever i think my mind sinks. In this beautiful world which is full of pseudo intellectuals, i have few friends who believe in being simple n real which nowadays is considered as dilapidated.Dilapidated people are considered as mad but for me being mad is a current fad.

I don't know the real meaning of many things because i have not yet experienced those things but I know the meaning of real friend because i have one,I know the real meaning of care because someone really cared, i know the meaning of unconditional love because i have seen my mother's love and i know the meaning of hatred and lust because i have experienced it in many eyes. With time , i am sure i will learn the real meaning of other things like trust,guts and may be sex.

I am not a philosopher or an intellectual. i am just a normal guy with a heart of a clown and a mind of about to mature guy.This world remind me of a stage where every one is suppose to play an important role. My role has not yet started coz i was rehearsing all these years. The stage is set and i am all ready to rule. Come on world, open your arms and embrace me.

Feeling Blue....

I am feeling blue,

But, I am colourblind,

I am feeling blue, 

But, I am on a freaky ride.

Violet Seemed Blue...Ahhhh!!!!

The girl in the blue,

Can make your eyes glued,

Without giving a single clue,

Can drive away your blues.

The beauty of a girl, 

Is not in the clothes she wear, 

Nor the way she combs her hair.

But it is in the eyes,that cares.

Walking under the crescent moonlight,

Came as a source of utmost delight,

Incessant talks jumbled with sour throat

Chocolaty hands fighting over hunderd rupee note. :)

Girl,Even if our paths seem far away,

Our friendship will be right here to stay,

Until we both are gone singing a farewell song

The road between us will never be too long.

Girl, Cheers...

A girl that haunts,

Makes people daunt,

Smiles like the sea,

Can bite u like a bee.

 

The massacre of jallianwala,

Reminds me of, Miss Raniwala,

That incident scares,

Miss Raniwala pares but cares.

when it comes to frienship,

There is nothis called Hardhip

She is a prized friend

In the midst of fake trends..

NO OFFENCES MADE...:)

Lets Walk.....

Sometimes, I am an angel,

Sometimes, I am cruel,

But, when i am in love, 

I am Always a fool.

Like nightingales,

I too can sing,

And, in my world,

I am the KING.

So walk with me,

And share my dream, 

Don't ever regret,

Lets retreat.

Difference between "Me" and You..

I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments. I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then a whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me ever..

What about you??

When others demand that you become the people they want you to be, they force you to destroy the person you really are. It's a subtle kind of murder. The most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces and you allow them without any indisposition...

A Piece Of Advice;  WAKE UP..

Adios...

I am packing my bags,

As i am ready to go,

I am faking my thoughts,

As i am ready to go.

Some moments, i shared,

When i got tired,

Some torments i dared,

When i got mired.

Now, its time to go,

But i wont mop and mow,

I am packing my bags, 

As i am ready to go.

When the sun embarks,

And rules the dark,

Mercury increases,

Hydrophobia decreases.

May Jesus fulfill all your wishes...Amen!!!

Treat to Retreat...

Sometimes,I don't know,

What is right and wrong,

As i don't believe,

In a bunch of throng.

I love walking with someone,

I love talking to someone,

I don't want to name,

I don't want to claim.

Walking on the streets,

Is always a treat,

sometimes, i retreat,

My treacherous heartbeats.

She will be in my prayers,

An act, so rare,

She will be an eternal part,

Right in my heart.

Moments...

Sometimes life changes,

As love and care plunges,

Someone becomes special,

As the eternal bliss travels.

I find it hard to describe,

This thing that we share,

Especially when there's nothing else,

That could ever compare.

As I sit across the table from you, 

Breathing the aura of your life, 

Who would have known of a friendship so strong 

That would surpass the eternity of this throng.

You look at me with trust and understanding,

And your eyes seem brighter,

Than all the stars in the heavens,

Than all the wars in the havens.

We will be best of friends,

so, lets set the trend,

Of love affection and care,

That only special ones can share.

Hidden Side..

Describing myself is not a problem,

But You wont understand it,thats the problem,

A dark world inside me, full of secrets,

Which you can enter but never exit free.

Whatever i feel is always inside me,

And thats why it's not easy to feel free,

When people say, they know me fully,

In an unknowingly manner, they bully.

You can know me, If you want to,

But you will loose yourself if you try to,

You can trust on me, but i wont trust you

You can laugh on me, but i wont laugh with you

The look you see is seeming free,

But you dont know, 'I' am still surviving in me.

Destiny and Doom..

Is she close to me, or i am close to her?

I don’t understand, how close are we,

She tells me everything whatever she feels,

She tells me all what happened from morning till meals.

Whether happy or sad, all she shares,

And can’t even describe, how much she cares,

When I am hyper,nothing she says,

But frankly she tells whatever she hates.

She can not tolerate when I am in pain,

She tries to make me smile but all goes in vain,

I speak and speak and she tolerates,

For everything I say,she just waits.

She always tries to hide whenever she is hurt,

And she always consoles me being cert ..

I met her, that's just fate….

And today, she is my best mate.

We lost each other,

That was fate,

Now, Things are fine,

And we are best of mates..

Nocturnal Pain..

In the darkness of the night,

When everyone sleeps.

My heart weeps,

As the loneliness creeps.

When, everyone dreams,

I am wide awake,

Thinking of the love and losses,

The pain and the painful gains.

People think, i am crazy,

world thinks, i am weird,

I need to be pushed,

To be happy and cheered.

Even though i smile,

I know, how much i hide

My people hate me,

My world hates me.

Sometimes, i hate the world

But many a times,

I hate myself

I bate myself.

i write bcs i think...

I have many friends, who prize their own true feelings and thoughts swirling within (honestly, not every one dares to do so!), and when they listen the cadency of their rhythmic heart-beats, then be it grief or gaiety, poems dance before them and at times when they pick few words from there, people treasure them as a masterpiece. This is what inspires me to think and write. When i write, my fingers sing and my heart writes.

Then, there is yet another class of friends (well, am virtually classifying them, just to put my thoughts) who never misprize others feelings, give values to mankind and even without the need of putting any extra thought they scribble on paper to make smile everyone and people say, "Wow! a new poem." :-). This is what inspires me to make other's heart dance on the tune, played by my thinking.

I write because i think, i write because i have the right..

Rootage...

Walking on the lonely Streets,

People staring like, beasts,

For some, It was a big feast,

But for me, Bliss, that i heist.

Smooch..

An intense desire to feel the warmth and heat of an (un)satisfied soul by exploring the fleshy folds..

Indian Democracy...

Indian Democracy,

Lying on the chunk of hypocracy,

Fake faces, Lame excuses,

Funny thinking, Soul Sinking.

Forced values, Forced rules,

Empty mind- A meaningful find,

Drowsy eyes, uttering lies

Independent nation, dependent masons.

Underworld and Bollywood....

Mumbai- "The city of golden dreams". Anyone, who is famous here, lives under the shadow of the "Underworld". Underworld includes; Mafias, shooters and smugglers. Underworld and Dreamworld- in reality they are reflections of each other.Some of this has to do with the nature of film financing. Most Bollywood productions do not get bank loans, they are funded privately. The banks do not understand or trust bollywood because banks are driven by logics not by  emotions and sentiments. The time between the investment and the return can be years if the film does not do well. Who would have the big amount of cash lying around? Only the underworld. The underworld is very happy to see the black money turn into technicolour dreams. Film makers sell dreams which are financed by the underworld and are lived by the millions.

There is a husband wife relationship between Bollywood and Underworld. They cant leave each other, they cant love each other for a long period of time. Divya Bharti lost her life striking a balance between the silverscreen and the underworld.The underworld has an advantage when it comes to casting.There preferred way of doing business is to take an unknown director and a producer with a couple of B films to their credit and then they look for a leading star of the moment. This whole process is based on authority and autocracy, primary functions of Underworld.

Underworld showers money, cannabis and girls to their favourite stars and in return controls their life and their organization. Every star who exists in Bollywood lives under the dark shadow of the Mafias and the underworld. The fundamental rule of bollowood is to sell yourself either to the underworld or to the directors in order to survive and get work. There is a curious symbiosis between the underworld and the movies. Hindi film makers are fascinated by the lives of the gangsters and draw upon them for material.Underworld delights on the power over the industry's biggest names.

Mumbai is famous for the underworld and the Bollywood. People say that Mumbai's economic livlihood is dependent on movie business as 2 million people are engaged in this showbiz. It is the best city in India in terms of living. The hindi film industry does not have any other option. It is no accident that the hindi film industry is based in marathi dominated Mumbai rather than hindi dominated Delhi because film is not about language. It is a dream of the masses and Mumbai is a mass dream of the people of India.

There is an eternal relationship amongst underworld, bollywood, drugs and sex.Mumbai is the city of dreams but in order to fulfill the dreams, one needs to understand the impact of underworld on Mumabi, socially, politically and economically.

Friend..

A girl with glasses,

Can swirl the masses,

India, London and Kenya,

Can experience the mania.

She smiles like the stars,

Under twinkling moonlight,

She talks like the moon,

Showering her boon.

A friend, People desire

A girl, A guy desires,

A friend, A bit mad,

A girl, evoking fad.

I dont want to name,

I dont want to claim,

Girl, Just be the same,

Coz, you are a prized dame.

Comeback Baby..

Comeback baby,

Back into my arms,

I will not be tired,

Hanging around.

Comeback baby,

Back into my soul,

I will not be tired,

Banging around.

Comeback baby,

Back into my heart,

I will not be tired,

Ranging around.

Surreal..

My thinking, My hopes,

Heart pinking as i dope,

Tinking soul, Loosing hope,

Kinking bowl,Getting elope.

Smug face,Lacking base,

Gentle lash then a pash,

Jaded eyes,Breaded nigh,

Smoky lips,Evoking nips.

Angelic touch,cant ask much

Athirst lips,Dancing hips,

Blinking eyes,Sinking sighs

Love bites,What a night!!!

Good for nothing...

I am good for nothing,

She meant something,

I am good for something,

She meant nothing.

She smiles like a kid,

Which wiles my lids,

She walks like the moon,

That is a boon.

She says nothing,

But utters something,

She pays nothing,

But takes something.

I am good for nothing,

I know, She meant nothing.

One life; Rhythm Divine..

Eyes, blinking, Mind, thinking, World, chinking.

Open your heart, like a powerful bard,

Go wild like a tide,Go mad that is fad,

Dont mull, Rewrite your rules.

Suspect yourself, Respect yourself,

Trust yourself and express yourself,

Know yourself by getting it delf 

Remove the rust, resting on the lust.

Raise your voice, dont be poise,

Make some noise, Time to rejoice,

Chuck the rucks and make some bucks,

Fuck this world and suck your luck.

Truth..

Sometimes your own identity contradicts your image and personality. I mean, from nowhere i look like an intellectual, philospher or a nerd. Still, I personaly believe that i am a philospher with a heart of a clown.Every coin has two sides same goes with the facets of human beings. No one is real in this world as people hide their feelings and emotions, one actual truth proven by the studiies, conducted in Massachusetts School of Psychology.We human beings are driven by the emotions and perceptions which are hypothetic in nature.

Today, one of my friend suspected my penning which compelled me to think that everyone has some sort of fixed perception regarding people around them.One more friend does not like the way i use slangs but then, this is the way i think and this is the way i speak. It is great fun to leave people guessing about the hidden truth and real "oneself" which leads to the logical complexity of the real world and real people.I carry myself in a careless manner because that is real "ME". People are trapped into the eternal mirage of living the life stated by their parents, society and this fucking world. We as a society, never allow any one to be what he or she really is.Most People love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, people keep pretending- performing. People start loving their pretence. It is true, we are locked in an image, an act, and a  mirage.

Every chick craves for dick and every guy craves for pussy but they abstain themselves. when they accept that feeling, people around them try to corner that feeling . This forces them to live an unfulfilled life full of unfulfilled desires and wants. People dont share their real feelings, emotions and basic needs and desire. I mean, You can be real, by accepting your feelings but not.

I have my own set of independent wings, dependent on freedom and reality. I am a bohemian and i accept it. I am real and i want to be real.

Be real and get a life else life will fuck u left right center...

Coming Days...

Someone is coming,

I am happy,

Someone is bumming,

I am zappy.

I dont want to name,

But i am all game,

She is coming soon,

And that's a boon.

Someone is happy,

And that's me, her own chappie,

Some one is coming,

That's the entire summing.

I..

I was born in a third world nation,

God's wonderful creation,

Craving for trust, care and love

I emerged from a bare cove.

Am i dependent or independent,

Dependent on emotions,

Independent by thinking,

In a world that is sinking.

I see fire, I see water

I see night, I see light,

I see slayers, I see prayers

I see god, i see odd.

Am i mad or just sad,

Or a lad who is bad,

Am i dumb or numb,

Or a man, sans, ban.

I am happy and zappy,

I am mad and that is fad,

I am a muller and a ruler,

I am sane in the world of  insane.

Touch...

Waiting for a stranger's hand

But from a different land,

To caress me hard,To help me guard,

My emotions, My demotions.

Waiting for a stranger's care

On my body, bare,

To make me warm, by her eternal charm,

To give me life on the point of knife.

Blacked...

I kissed her tight, in the night

I touched her thighs and death smiled,

I pressed her high,she sighed,

I touched her curls and world swirled.

As she banged, I wanked

The moment of truth, desired by the "Urth",

As she moaned, I boned,

The moment of death grounded on faith.

Slaked souls, dancing bowl,

deep breathes, Dont fret,

Blacked night, rare sight,

Last bite, end of the night.

Hope...

My dreams, My desires,

Got stuck, in a fire,

Help me out, Get me out,

Don't know how to shout.

Jaded soul, Traded foul

Haunting nights, Daunting plight

I swear, I will be fine,

Be with me and be mine.

Promise...

A promise she made,

That i believe, wont fade,

A promise, she said,

Will survive without any aid.

A promise of words,

A promise of trust,

A promise of dare,

A promise of care.

A promise against the plight,

A promise against the fight,

A promise so deep,

A promise she will keep.

Recessive Thinking....

I often read that the whole world is going through a financial trauma. I personally, dont believe on statistics n facts because they are like mini skirts, hide important stuffs and reveal unneccesary stuffs. I will be completing my MBA in the year 2009 and to be very frank and honest, i am, not at all worried regarding my employment. It all started in the United states and has influenced the whole world. This also affected us because upto a large extent we as a nation, are highly dependent on US. We are independent being dependent.

I am planning to open a chain of restaurants in the summer of 2014 and i know, i will. For me, terms like recession, slowdown, churn out are of no significance. People around the globe are still minting hard cash just becuse they are pragmatic. I dont regret in saying that i am a selfish soul and trust me it is not a foul. People are waiting for the change, change in what sense?? (Mr. Obama, R u listening)?? People want others to take an initiative on their behalf, to think for them and to care for them. Bullshit!!!

I believe in reveries, i believe in myself. I dont trust my nation because i am not worth it.For me China, India and  US are all noun. Think big, be pragmatic, fuck the emotions, and here comes the new age swayer. 

Lets murder the mind set and create a new religion. Rather than thinking, lets do sumthing for our own welfare, for our own soul and for our own survival..

My friend says, I am the best, fuck the rest.. ( so true)

Exodus....

Walkig down the street,

Gloomy eyes, Painful retreat,

Barking bowl,howling soul,

Carking foul,Larking jol

I explored the eternity

to know the identity,

Evolution, existence, survival,

Orgasm, reality, self belief.

GIRL........

Girl, with beautiful curves

Can make you perve,

Dont care, dont blare

Look at her and stare.

Girl with beautiful eyes,

Can make you fice,

Dont woof, Dont goof

Look at her like a yoof.

Girl with beautiful curls

Can make you swirl,

Dont stare, dont blare,

Look at her with utmost care.

Girl with a beautiful heart,

Can be a blissful part,

Dont fox, Dont hoax,

Be a part like an eternal nox.

Blurred Memories....

Lets forget the trees,

Lets forget the breeze

The moment we shared, 

The people we cared.

Lets forget the momentary bliss

Lets forget that funny kiss,

The moment we shared,

The people we cared.

Lets forget those beautiful nights,

Those sweet and sour stupid fights.

The promise we made,

The promise that fade.

Think Different.....

They say, "The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends". I mean, Life is a bitch, it demands a lot and makes u weak, emotional and dumb. What do you get at the end of it? A "Death". What's that, a bonus, a reward or an award for working like a fucking dog? Think...

I believe in thinking beyond rationality and reality. I think, you should die first. then go and live in a old age home where you will be kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension and start working, you get good perks and a promotion. You work for fourty years untill you are young enough to enjoy your retirement. You fag, dope and booze, you party hard n then get ready for the high school. You go to primary school, you become a kid, You play, You dont have any responsibilities and then u become a little baby. You go back and spend your last 9 months in the womb and then you snooze off as an " ORGASM".

AMEN !!!!!!!!!

People, People, People...

People, People, People,

All in a bunch, walking hunched,

I deny their existence

I deny their evolution.

People, People, People

All sane, fake and lame,

Talking to them, stalking them

Bending their back and riding over them.

People, People, People

All ravenous for money fame and sex,

They refuse it, deny it,

By putting up a mask, A pseudo task.

People , People, People

Easy to rule, Easy to fool.

White Lies.....

It is a funny thing, i noticed that most of the time when people are joking they are damn serious n most of the time when they are serious, they sound pretty funny. People in every sense are strange and this creates a hell let of confusion in understanding the existence of life and meaning of love in real sense. 

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality n existence. They say , they are free but in what sense they themselves dont know. People often say that love is great and it feels like heaven once you get engrossed in it but do they realise the consequences of it. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous but in my opinion pain should be carried like a mobile phone, it shoud not be supressed, it should be experienced. Pain gives strength and freedom. Pain makes us strong , pain adds dimension to our personality. Pain is a feeling and feeling is an internal part of our mind, body and soul. Our feeling is a part of our life, its our own reality. If we are not accepting our reality then we are denying our own existence, we will be questioning our own identity. So, rather then being ashamed of them and letting the society to destroy our reality. We should stand up to support our feelings, our mind and our existence.

Most of the time we give up our ability to feel and allow ourself to be ruled by the mind of others by being a fucking slave or by putting a fake mask. The ultimate pleasure is in pain which we all deny and thus forget the golden words, "Pain  will lead to plesasure"