Miscommunicated ....

Mangesh: oye...!! shaista... howdy??


Sheikh: i am good.. hows u???


Mangesh: long tym man.... arey am doin super


Shaista: long tym for wat??


Mangesh: arey i didn gave u a buzz about the advt thingy lol....

confused lil thing i was then

i still remeber i sat wid a notepad and a pen to tok to u... lol

jottin down points like mad


Shaista: i guess ur confusing me wid sum1 else..

i m shaista from wilson college..

Mangesh: oh is...!!! ooops... damn.. really srry


Shaista: u performed in polaris so hence i send u a frnd request..


Mangesh: lol... i knw i knw... omg... m blushing


Shaista: thats kkk.... heheheehee... but u were amazing...


Mangesh: yaeh she is shaista vaishnav... lol.. damn.. hey thnx

thnx a ton man it was by far the most fun gig we ever did


Shaista: great... i njoyed a lot...


Mangesh: hehe... we'd like to play again at wilson man... we'd love to


Shaista: sure.. vl c u soon...


Mangesh: kk.. ciao
Shaista: bye....

The Orchard Of Sins...

She guides me in..
Into the orchard of sins..
A stranger I am to this
Discovering the primary bliss..

I gaze at the million sights
Weird senses and lights alike
I see myself in the mirror
Raw green in colour..

I indulge in the orchards offering
Under the tree
That she spread over me
And the shade set me free

Like calm monsoon breeze
Dark and moist in its flight
She engulfed my nature
And planted the seeds in me

Now the nature takes its course
Where she ends and I begin
The vines take shape and run deep
Bear fruits of sin… bliss

In the orchard of sins
You taste sweet... You cave in
You change and then begin
A game only devils win

I see the shades around and….
I stray into the wilderness
To taste fruits
Of another kind

I turn behind to see
My shade withering
O…!! The leaves crumpling
The vines receding

I consume
More than I need
Couldn’t taste
But I still feed

Nothing but obsolete
Nothing but insipid
Nothing but flesh
Nothing but mess

Lost now… In the orchard
And its wilderness
Im just an animal
And its you and its all I need

But you withered away
Not by your virtue
But by the extravagance
Of others shade

Now its just me
Without a shade
And with no home now
The orchard is wilderness

And now I keep straying
And now I keep screaming
And now I am lost
And now I am all around

The orchard bears new fruits
And I keep pulling the noose
An animal feeding around
Will never find the shade will never stay…

I look back at the withered brown
And I weep
And I keep… Secrets with me
Will never be heard... Will always be lost

I wait now.. Can anybody find me..?
A sinner waiting to be free
In the orchard of primary bliss
Where the prisoners are sealed with a kiss…

Nostalgia..

oh.... no.....!!!

sooo..... low...???

running....... and running

changes come again...

let me get away....

far and wide....

i think she'll come...

again...

stars will shine...

heavens bell... will toll..

i think ill cry...

let me cry...

let me be...

i will seep into her skin....

changes.... profound...

i think ill love you..

again...

if you come...

maybe...

stars will shower...

my memories...

again...

i think she'll come...

i think she'll come.....

maybe...

i will seep into her skin....

oh.... no.....!!

not again...

pain.

The doors open when twilight ends...

(Please read this blog while listening to Radiohead's "Motion Picture Soundtrack" from the album "Kid A".)

Through the aura of white light... controlled feelings emerge into the sky. Children in white robes play at night... under the stars and faces bright. There are portals to another dimension.. we dont know about. There are times... the doors are adjar. And the aura seeps through.... But.... we are blind and cant decipher the light to be true....

There are men & women, all happy and content... bodies in white robes, subtle calm & a pleasant chill in the air. The skies are clear and beautiful. Moon emnates its soft yellow onto the waves crashing against the moss covered rocks. Eyes wide open... but... I still cannot catch the extravagance.

Everything is free.
Everything is free.
Everything is free.

There are colors, deep down in my head... which... color a world when eyes are shut. Colors so dark & full... they are invisible.

How will you see...? ..... .... ....... because you cannot see the light seeping through that door... there...

Can you see... it..? You dont.

Once you enter that door, everything will slow down... your eyes wide open are actually... half closed... All are laden with peace & ....love. All the faces, so simple, that they seem beautiful... Barefoot, I take steps into the garden of 'Dance'. Beats and rhymes to which all sway to... the grass wet with dew and cold with the air... calms... the skin... makes you feel so good... The grass, the grass so soft & smooth....

Everyone is dancing, swaying, holding close.... A fragrance plays a cruel game of hide and seek... I chase the fragrance to... & fro. The fragrance submerges all the senses & fills you incomplete. As I chase the smell... through the rhymes & beats... bodies and dancing feet... she holds me back... and I... stand tall... still... and relax.. the fragrance ever increasing behind me. I close my eyes and turn behind to see her... body so warm... I rest my head on her breasts... I lay, and sway to the rhyme & beats that reverberates off... the bodies that... sway...

She welcomes me into the dark haven of sins galore. A drop of her sweat and I... belong, now to another world.. another dimension... Bodies now, half naked & some naked.... bare. Music rhymes a different beat and they sway now... to n' fro... feelings emnate through every face...

All become one.

All become invinsible.

All become.... surreal.

All are lost as I am.

There are faces behind every mask... there are faces under every skin... there are faces in those feelings... there are faces hidden...

But once you step into that door... the faces will come to life... no matter how far... deep... invisible... they are. They surface... but it was never about revealing these faces but to envisage the fears behind them.

I will come back... here.

I hope I can take you too.... sometime... But you are laden with fear. There is this sin you need to commit... Its not a sin... its a fear... its not a sin.... its that door within... that you cant see... Come with me, if you can.... face the fears.... face the surfacing of your crimson self... The doors open again when twilight ends... and... you begin...