I Can Write The Saddest lines tonight ...

I can write the Saddest Lines tonight,
for I see her disappearing, little by little, dimly out of my sight
I unlearned the learnt, and realized the unthought known,
The dimly lit valley reaped blooming scarlet flowers of seeds that were never sown.

My soul is still heavy, even after I let her go,
Where's the mercurial relief and the promised afterglow ?
Sometimes she did love me, and sometimes doth she show
How could I not love her eyes, pacified, calm,
like a surmised ocean's flow ?

I'm afraid to ask, and look at my palms,
Had i not be me,
could things be differerent, should i ever know.
Always locked in Her hair's ever magical and fragrant canopy,
Somehow not wanting to be out of this bittersweet syncopy.

For love that lasts longest, is the love that can never be,
is there a pot of gold, at rainbowbow's end, i never wish to see.
Maybe I've mentioned her, maybe i'l do it again,
The gates of dawn, they know, I'l ever love her the same ...

.:: JAM HUMOUR ::.

.:: JAM HUMOUR ::.


Sinic Meets Santa on a Whole New Platform !!

I got the Story Idea In Sleep ...

No Seriously !

Sinic Meets Santa

A. Sinic Here Means Ethanol, OR .. A Wordplay on Sinner+Cynic .. (the meaning of article would depend on your interpretation)

B. I'm NOT purposefully Trying to hurt anybody's Religious/Festive/any Sentiments, Nor am I Offending anybody's right to be offended .. But, I'm aware that I might've just ACCIDENTALLY crossed the Bar, For which I'm Pre-Emptively SORRY (bold, italicized and ... wait- for- it UNDERLINED .. Exonerated )

C. Nothing against Christianity or Hannukah, for all you know, the writer has also created a parallel Ramayana.. So sit back and enjoy (or atleast pretend to)

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The coolest thing about being an insomniac is, you don't realize who you are after 2 A.M. and you get to meet a lot of Interesting people, namely Lonely-unloved-Vampires, Tooth Fairies asking for Dentist's Addresses and but off-course SANTA*

(* Conditions apply, Please read the offer document carefully before signing or refer to THE RED HERRING PROSPECTUS** )

(** RED HERRING PROSPECTUS: Santa shall visit your abode, only If H.R. Dept shall cover full expenses of the travel and re-imburse in a week of submission of form 2-A.
And only if you've been good or have offered him tea, handpicked by Assamese women above 18 years of age (Santa's finnicky bout child labour) and Alu Pakoras shallow fried in oil aided with Oryzanol and is low on cholesterol)

So after fulfilling all the pre-requisites about his visit, I heard a thud on my Door ..

I did Not have a chimney and Santa-the-Proud-LINUX-owner won't take WINDOWS !

Entered Santa, and the rendezvous began ..

Sinic: So Santa, what brings you here ?
Santa: 1stly, ARE YOU Taping it ??!? I don't want to get into the Radia-like mess ..

Sinic: (Thinking to himself: God ! Why didn't I think of it before ?! this totally could've been my INDIA-TV Moment or ... an Entry Pass to Big Boss-5 .. and he secretly turns on his cam-corder) NO Absolutely Not !!

Santa: Thanks, since you're NOT taping .. Where's the promised food ?!

sinic: Shall get it soon, Oh ! You're driving a TATA NANO !! Where are your Reindeers ?!?

Santa: Umm.. Yess ! About that .. it's world's biggest and Costliest oven with Wheels .
Had to stop driving Reindeers,As Menaka Gandhi went on a Hunger Strike with adequate support from from Arundhati Roy, regarding "Prevention Of Cruelty On Animals Act."
The Only Downside of Nano is .. I Can't Deliver Gifts in W. Bengal and specifically, Singur ..
Wondering, If I can use Elephants next year from U.P. this thing gives less mileage ..

Sinic: I see, your Bag .. Shorter than the Previous Year .. Why ?
Santa: Yeah ! 2009 was tough .. there was this- RECESSION and thence job cuts, and thenafter when I wanted to travel .. there was a Volcano in Iceland ..

Sinic: No kidding.. You faced Jobcuts ?? whoa ! how did ya manage then ?!?
Santa: It was simple .. We plead for a BAILOUT and Got a Stimulus Package .. was a plum-cake-walk ..

I mean, that's the best thing about our Govt. The top corporate officials end up in a Scam and thence decalre a bankruptcy and the Govt. without a breaking a sweat, gives you the TAXPAYER's hard-earned money from the same corporate .. Just like that ..

Sinic: Whoa ! That's like Crap-Eating-Crap-andthen-excreting-Crap ! Anyway, I'm always excited about your Costumes, They're Red & White .. The SAME colors of a Doft-Drink Brand .. a Mere Co-Incidence ??!?
Santa: No !! Next You'll say, "Santa Wears RED ! He must be A Freaking Maoist !!"

Sinic: I Was just Asking, Sorry .. But Tell Me, how does this JOY_OF_GIVING Feel ?!?
Santa: Joy-Of-Giving ?! What is that ?? I Mean Christmas, Where is it ?!?
In your Mobile phone ?! in form of various ASCII Texts from "people-like-beings", who won't talk to you when you're together ? At times like these I think friends couldbe bought and that TOO at 25% Discount ..
In form of 50% Off Christmas Bonanza Offer at Already-overpriced Malls, who've completely killed skilled labour and this sale is nothing but Stock Clearance ?!
In form of Christmas Parties, where everybody's wearing what they think others might like and talking in a "lingo" that muight make them sound cool ?!
Sinic: Come On ! It's a Lot Better than that, You bring joy and smiles to a lot many kids and still instil a Belief about the triumph of good ..
Santa: uh .... Now My Head is spinning ... The Way you said it makes me Want to ASK for a SALARY HIKE !!

Sinic: Sure man ! Tell me more about your job .. it must be exciting ..
Santa: You bet ! I travel a Lot .. plus i get Easy Visa to UK/USA/CANADA/OMAN/QATAR/DUBAI ... And Nobody cares If I'm a PATEL/SINGH/NAIR/BABYKUTTY/KAUR ...

The Coolest part, I DO NOT have to give a GRE, TOEFL, IELTS, SAT ...

Sinic: I'm Really glad that we met, My faith and belief in Religion was Dwindling amidst all the capitalization of Festives ..
Santa: anytime Kiddo ! Do "Like" our Page : SANTA RULES !! on FB and follow us on Twitter ..

Sinic: Just 1 last Question .. You keep a watch on people, if the've been good or Not, WHO keeps a Watch on You ??

Santa: Not Now !! I'm already behind schedule,I've got a Frantic Text from FINANCE Dept ..

saying I've gotta give the BIGGEST gift to a somebody called "J. Assange" .. The guy Must Be REALLY GOOOOOOODDDD !

For The lack of a better Title

Detached, your heart sails perennially in a dream,
Seeking me,
without wanting to see me,
trying to satisfy a whim ..

Like a Plant Seeding itself in the dark,
Like a Shadow desperate to leave a mark ..

Sometimes, You love me, Sometimes You Don't,
They Say I should Forget you,
But, I Know I Won't ..

You are that deafening silence, i Can't Bury under Cacophonous Noise,
You're a Language searching for a faithful Voice ..

You aren't Just some created God, I'm Forced to Obey ..
You're That Existential Divinity, that keeps inner demons at bay ..

Under The Dark Black Sky, You wait for the Sleepless Moon,
Who is Locked Behind a Scarlet Door,
Afraid of the Black Sun, Sinking Ashore ..

And Entangled in my worries, I Fly Afar, Leaving destination on the Way,
Seeking, Acceptance and love,
Cuz Thats all I Can Give Away ...

Kushanarchy

For I’m a traveller, I plan Not to Reach,
For I’m an Ocean searching for a Beach ..
I don’t travel, I Create New Shores,
I know not how to Knock, so I Just break all the doors ..

For I’m a Vigilante, I do not need a Cape,
I’m the horizon, on Humanity’s Landscape,
I’m wicked, I don’ need Sweetness, For I’m Not a Tart,
I Erase, destroy, annihilate, only for a fresh new Start,
To love, to care, is my skill, Irreverence, my Art ..

For I Understand, Not to Explain,
And I toil like the sun, without any complain ..
I’m different, I stand apart, and I look to lead,
I’m not just the one as strung on a Necklace, just any other bead ..

For I see, I’m a Prophet with a Vision,
I do things to do¸ without any reason ..
And I stand solid as a rock, be it any Season ..
For I’m Freedom, Me In chains, You Cant Define,
I’m the Organized Chaos, In System, I Can’t Confine ..
For I’m a God, only much Sane,
For I’m a Mystic, Simply Arcane ..
I’m the Voice amidst Unheard Silence,
I’m Tranquility layered below in Violence ...

HoMo rebelis ...

I've got a vision Of a NEw species Heralding the face of planet EArth... A species that won't be hiding itself behind the masks, or shall have to follow Pseudo-Ethics ... A species that shall drop its Banal Quest for Prescribed Perfection...

Why are we never contended with ourself ? Why are we always looking upto someone else ?
The nature abhors Pastiche !! a Rose never endeavors to be a lotus, neither does a lotus endeavor to be a Rose. Thence why do our parents and other so-called Guardians of the Society, always want us to emulate someone or the other ?

Coming to think of it, Lord Rama, didn't become great because he was trying to emulate other gods, Swami Vivekanand didn't become Great trying to imitate someone... Every Great person ... Embraced his individuality and held on to it...

The society is afraid of individuality, afraid of someone Asking WHY THIS and NOT That ?! Machiavelli, in his book, The PRINCE, says that toughest thing to do is to initiate social change ...
people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable, are condemned and are tagged as Lunatics or Rebels or worst, WANNABES ... Why ? Cause, deep down under society wants to break the realms of Rules, Order and Symphony and Delve into CHAOS ... People Self-Loathe and are scared of WHAT WILL PEOPLE SAY, WHAT WILL THEY THINK ???? The 2 biggest Questions that Ruin and Proscribe people from JOY of being themselves ...

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder. The Murder Of Souls... The murder of Individuality by suffocating the freedom to be ourselves ...

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

Sex, Which is supposed to the most Primal joy in a man's life is TABOOED, Funny thing about SEX is, its Loved when its DARK, but HATED when under the LIght !!
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict. People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Death has no biases ... it loves everyone Alike... The way people are ... People can become their true self when they Die...


so, Homo rebelis is growing right beneath your neck, talking truths you don't like, asking questions, Evolving sooner than you think ....

WHERE IS THE WILL TO BE YOURSELF ????

HoMo rebelis ...

I've got a vision Of a NEw species Heralding the face of planet EArth... A species that won't