Can't Erase Your Mind

You've packed your bags

you think you've left it all behind

You've settled your dues

And to the yesterday, turned an eye blind

But here's what you'll discover

Here's what you'll find

You can't erase your mind

You can't erase your mind

You've crushed all the bottles

In an attempt to quench your grief

You've chewed on nostalgia

And spewed regret with relief

But here's what you'll discover

Here's what you'll find

You can't erase your mind

You can't erase your mind.

A short conversation between a Cow and Human

Human: Yo Cow, shoo! Sorry moo...

You look kind of blue

Cow: Yo human, life is a farce

when they give you corn, not grass

Human: They're milking you dry, i heard

But this race to beef you up is surely absurd

Cow: Yup, they want me to get big and fatty

coz that's what makes juicier burger patty

Human: Cow, i don't understand why your spirits must nosedive

When you're keeping the meat chain kicking and alive

(Upon which the cow smiles in a stoic manner and walks off saying)

Fuck the food chain, you guys got my arse

But till then, let me go and get stoned on grass.

Monday, I'll pass.

One way is to grin and bear it

Be cheerful and truly heroic

Another way to face a grim Monday

Is to take the path more stoic

There are the abounding optimists

Who will tell you weekend tales euphoric

But you may want to vomit, sink and die

Or consider options more barbaric

Of course, there’s the profound truth

That this too shall pass

But when Monday brings about utter chaos

Such truisms usually fall flat, alas!

Me, I’ll have a conversation with the walls

And create a grocery list detailed

For when it comes to dealing with Mondays

I’ve been there, done that and failed.

Tilt

There’s a lot to be said about straight talking

But I’m inclined to believe

That a well-told lie is beautiful

That truth is best distilled through a sieve

That a story can serve its purpose

If it’s credible and robustly built

That realization need not be one dosage

That the milk need not be spilt

That the lines are blurring and hazy

That you can live life to the hilt

If you keep the fulcrum more flexible

Rather than topple, if you tilt.

The Fact Is.

Long after the laughter has died down

And the cocktail conversation has ended

Long after the clichés and stereotypes have left

And the deadline’s been extended

Long after the déjà vu has worn away

And the evening’s reached stalemate

Long after the cigarette smoke turns to stench

And the kisses reach sell-by date

Long after the drive home is catatonic

And the tears have welled up to a storm

Long after the calls have been diverted

And the phone messages seem lukewarm

Long after then, the day breaks

And the cycle of monotony creeps in

You step out, you work your way through

As you continue to rage within.

Get Out

I love the poems. the rhymes

I love the wine, the wind chimes

And the laughter and the nostalgia

But excuse me,get out.

You have the nerves, the balls

You inundate me with words, calls

and your cajoling and coaxing

But excuse me,get out.

You're good but you know it

You're selfish and show it

You're reasonably weak, considerably meek

So excuse me, get out.

This Pretty World & its Petty Realities

It's a Pretty world

Pretty cruel, Pretty mean

You'll be beaten and won't feel it

You'll pass by unseen.

It's a Pretty world

Pretty shallow, Pretty hollow

You'll cave in and think you're on top

Finally you'll be solo

It's a Pretty world

Pretty uncool, Pretty tacky

You'll realize just a bit too late

That everything is so hackneyed.

The After-Thought

I am at the party

And then it happens

The question is asked

The answer is quick

Apt, Clever, Smile-evoking

Till I go home

And when i wash my face

It hits me

I should have said this instead of that

I should have, I should have

Damn! I should have

But then, the moment has passed

So has the line from my lips

And no matter how much I ponder

It's still an after-thought.

Never Ever

i will never be famous
i dont do a single thing
I used to write okay
but now, u must be joking!

i will never be a who's who
but i'm fine with that
because the ones i've seen
are ugly, ridiculous or fat

i will never win any award
or make any headline
but what i will have is a foot-soak
and that big bottle of wine.

If You'd Only

if you'd only look beyond the face paint
you may find a sinner and a saint
if you'd only dare to take the leap
you'd find these waters run quite deep

if you'd only learn to read the commas as well
you'd maybe want to let that conversation dwell
if you'd only probe beyond the trivial
you'd find a life thats pretty much real

if you'd only care to spend some time
you'd realize its not just about the rhyme
if you'd only understand the un-obvious
you'd have the makings of a great 'us'!

Sir, Admit It!

she was all things quixotic
and engagingly exotic
he was under her spell
the effect was narcotic

but years later, he's married
with kids, and its chaotic
to buddies he'll boast
i dated a girl quite neurotic.

dear sir, you lead a lousy life
that you describe as robotic
and you'll never be man enough
to admit your choice was idiotic.

In Tandem With Random

i was in a crucial meeting
when i had a random thought
i nearly choked with laughter
sadly, my boss did not

they say i'm kinda crazy
but i think i'm just random
and while its good to be linear
i'd rather be out of tandem

i was at a party drinking
when a random idea struck
i should have written it down, i know
but just my rotten luck

they say i'm kinda crazy
but i can't understand 'em
it's good to be linear, i know
but wouldn't u rather be random?

i was buying groceries one day
when a random tune played out
i don't know why or how or what
t'was nothing to write home about

they say i'm kinda crazy
but here's the corrigendum
crazy is as crazy does
and random is just random.

Lorem Ipsum

she's a placeholder
he's faking it fine
she's filling in the spaces
he's biding his time

lorem ipsum baby
makes for a good design
dummy text, no context
nothing much to define

she'll make way soon
of that he's aware
he's not in it for the long haul
of that she has no care

lorem ipsum baby
easy come easy go
dispensable, replaceable
a suitable fix, although

and so we live our time
always around, rarely there
running in circles, filling the space
in pleasure laced despair

lorem ipsum baby
repetitive but free flowing
to be replaced someday
but for now, keeps the party going.

A Quiet Moment

Let’s spend a quiet moment
Sit back and breathe the night
Hold hands, exchange tales
And bring in the morning light

Let’s spend a quiet moment
Make nothing too complicated
The silence will be our pleasure
The love will keep us satiated

Let’s spend a quiet moment
Let’s revel in the present
I’ll miss this some day
And you’ll realize what I meant

I Could Be Wrong

its a crazy world
and i believe it will only get worse
but i could be wrong
oh i could be so wrong

love is scarce and conditional
and i believe we seldom have the ability to embrace it openly
but i could be wrong
oh i could be so wrong

fear is a shabby excuse
and i believe it takes pretty little to conceal it
but i could be wrong
oh i could be so wrong

words are poor substitutes
and i believe they sometimes kill what we want to express
but i could be wrong
oh i could be so wrong

death is a tough taskmaster
and i believe it will take its due time and course
but i could be wrong
oh i could be so wrong

its a crazy world
and i believe it will only get worse
but i could be wrong
oh i could be so wrong.

Crush?

you're the pickle in my meal
you're the jargon in my spiel
but i'm making a big deal
of what i think is sex appeal

you're the weed in my smoke
you're the punchline of my joke
but my lines, they try to cloak
the heartache that u invoke

you're the shimmer in my eye shadow
you're the chutzpah in my mojo
but perhaps we'll take it slow
lest we alter status quo

You Fool

Fool
You think it’s over
You think it’s no big deal
But I know you hurt, you feel

Fool
You think you’ve triumphed
You think you’re all right
But I know you cry to sleep, each night

Fool
You think it’s a shadow
But I know it’s a fever
And the pain overflows like a river

Discipline?

Twice a day, I drink green tea
Swallow a multivitamin each day
In the hope that I’ll stay healthy
But really, who’s to say.

I wake up each morning
Go for a run, assume strange stances
In the hope that I’ll stay in shape
Seriously, what are the chances.

I try and watch what I eat
Avoid butter, have dinner before nine
But all my goodness goes for a toss
When I open a bottle of wine.

Surely you can’t fault me
It’s a tough life, we all need our vices
While my waistline may take a hit
I hope my wit suffices.

What Say!

We’ll pack a picnic basket
Drive out of town on a weekday
What say?

We’ll live a simpler life
Take chances on the non-linear
What say?

We’ll do away with the clichés
And stop filling the silences
What say?

We’ll face the music together
And make some in the bargain
What say?

We’ll stop rhyming without reason
And write stuff no one cares about
What say?

An ode to 2010

So you think you’re over and done with
So you think you’ve breathed your last
So you think you’ll be forgotten
And relegated to the past.

So you think we’ll pray for better days
So you think we’ll be wiser tomorrow
So you think we’ll resolve to look ahead
And put behind the sorrow

So you know it’s all a matter of time
So you know it’s just a calendar
So you know that life will run its course
Be it January or December.

So you realize there’s no guarantee
So you realize that God willing
So you realize that we can only pray
The next year is not as killing.