Things That Bang

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Cheek against cheek

in the sweaty heat.

So good we are together,

the way I was.

The curse of the solitary man,

to live with sand in the mouth,

not to understand why,

to cry without tears

for lives unlived save in wasted years.

Petal-butterflies wither

without taking wing.

Regret is total.

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Home
Look at you hiding behind your sweater
What I want to say
Let it fall away
I don't care

If we're alone, can be trusted on my own
I can never bring you home

Second guess I drift in all directions
Once impressed, half undressed all day
I'm not strong You don't believe
I may be wrong
That I can never bring you home

If I do and don't resist you
I'm too in love to really miss you
In fact I'm frozen over joy

Yes I did and yes I want to
But nothing good can come to
Someone pretending he is alone

Yes I did and yes I want to
But nothing good can come to
Someone pretending he is alone
Who can never bring you home

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Tina's diamoko is powerful. Nice thing to hear early in the morning. She would have made a powerful Kali.

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Our garden has suffered a lot of neglect in recent months but whenever the weeds and the grass seemed to take over I've been ruthless in my demand to get the grass removed and the weeds pulled out due to the fear of cobras hanging around. But at the same time I've ensured that our flowering bushes and the branches of the trees are not trimmed.

There is a reason for that- birds. On the flames of the forest trees we get parrots and on the flowering bushes we get pint sized birds that remind me of hummingbirds. And our mornings are always greeted by the sounds of cuckoo bird sitting on the mango trees cooing away and driving us and the crows nuts.

The crows have a nest on the thick mango tree and the cuckoo inevitably lays her egg there. The poor crows bring the cuckoo fledgling up and then there is major cawing when realization finally dawns on the poor birds that they've been had.

Recently I heard some major ruckus in the garden and ran to see what the commotion was all about. There were two crows and a fat cuckoo fighting. Since the wings of the cuckoo were half open and it was hopping around I knew I had walked into a family drama. The moment of truth was upon them and I got the front seat to watch the drama play out.

My shabby garden is a fun place. Chameleons live there and they are gorgeous creatures who scuttle around when we water the plants and of course we have the occasional mole cropping up and leaving massive holes around the plants.

The best part about being surrounded by nature is the surprise I got a few days back. A little birdie made a nest in one of our plants and laid eggs in it. I didn't tell my kids about it. Since I didn't want the mother to get upset by their constant attention and abandon the nest.

And with the constant rains the land has come alive. Trees have begun to bear fruits and the soil is pliant enough to make me want to give mother nature all my attention.

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These strange times I think of a friend
They said was a man of the world
When all the time he was in a fight
Between the dark and the light
Yes I too, my friend, find the devil
Trying to make me do things I don't want to do
Now I find myself crying out
God is nowhere, God is nowhere

These strange times I look in my heart
And see the dark not the light
And how I'm sad and wished I was in love
And look to the sky and cry out
God is nowhere, God is nowhere
And this is hell
Being caught between the dark and the light
Daddy, daddy, hold on
God is now here, God is now here

These strange times I too have dreams
Things that make me wonder
If to walk a thin line is like dying alone
And I'm trying to find my way home
To where God is now here and the dark is now light
Yes I'm crying out, God is now here
God is now here and that was hell
Being caught between the dark and the light
Between the dark and the light

These strange times I look in my heart
And how I'm sad and wished I was in love
And I look to the sky and cry out
God is now here, God is now here
God is now here, God is now here
My friend I do wish that I was in love
I wished I was in love
I love you, I love you

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This afternoon a cyclist rammed into the back of my car on the left side and when I stopped the car and confronted him the ass had the audacity to shout that I was in the wrong.

Me? He was the one who merrily bumped into my car. And the ass left a nasty scratch on my car. He rode off and I got behind the wheel. As I drove into the city I decided to keep a count of ass behavior on the road. The count went up till nine and by the time I was in the city I was mad as hell.

Not only did men in their luxury four wheeled monsters cut lanes two wheeler styled but then compounded their nasty behavior by honking. The bikes and the two wheelers did the wriggly worm thing. It seems most of them believe they can squeeze through anything and like the cyclists if they bump into you its all your fault.

Driving in Bangalore is a nightmare especially if you take the Hosur Road into the city. From Electronics city they have barred the Madiwala stretch so one has to go through the road that connects back towards Hosur via Kormangala. The traffic on that stretch barely moves and people behave like aggressive crabs. Everyone tries to get ahead of the other, constant honking, gas fumes, breaking, breakdowns and then fights in the middle of the road. By the time vehicals reach near Forum mall everyone is in road rage.

But the nightmare doesn't stop there. The entire Hosur Road has been dug up so what would take people ten minutes takes them close to one hour. And to compound the problem these dumb drivers decide to drive on the wrong side of the road and worse still straight into you and they refuse to meet your eye.

Despite being in the wrong if a collision happens its the car driver's fault. Why? Its a bigger vehicle and other economic factors play in. You are rich dude in the car, the fucker with money and you should be the one made to pay. Doesn't matter the jackass made a straight beeline into you like a roach on a death wish.

It took me an hour and a half from Electronic City to get to Brigade Road on a Saturday afternoon and had my temper soaring. I was better off sitting at home reading and writing.

On the way back, I came across more idiots on the road. What was supposed to be a change for the kids and me left us tired and snapping at each other.

Bangalore is not a city to be lived in and our current government should be hauled up for the shit they are putting the public through. As it is who in their right minds digs up roads just when the monsoon season starts?

Its a whole lot of dumbass behavior being indulged in this city and I have had it!

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Would have loved to have you frolick in my garden. But sweetie I got kids

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Death comes to us all. Its one of those immutable karmas that we sentient beings seem to suffer from. The elixir of immortality has always intrigued humanity and many a tales have been told about the immortal soul becoming weary after centuries of living in a body that never grows old. And in all these tales of gods, demons, hags, witches or vampires the protagonists envy the frailty of human lives. Dichotomy of weird proportions when we humans spin ironical tales just to place value on our short lives.

And then we fall back on religious beliefs where after death we live forever in hallowed chambers of heavens or roast in the pits of hell. But we do go on - happy or despairing in the circle of eternity. Some say its a matter of energy. Nothing just disappears it all goes somewhere.

But what if there was no soul? Just the coincidental meeting of sperm and egg causing a little human being to be born, live, procreate or not and die? Just like the sun we'd rise and die- leaving nothing more than our deeds to be remembered if ever?

It probably takes courage of extraordinary proportions to believe that there is nothing in the end and to look at death in the eye and say- Looks like this is the end of me forever and ever and I am happy to disappear. Sleep and never wake up.

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