No Clue....

savoring the taste
the tongue can't feel.
one glance with that raised brow
all wounded desires heal!
pouring in the imaginations
like intoxication of the wine,
marijuana with a double high.
blinding daze in a glistening shine!

no clue as to when it started!?!
no clue as to why!?!
no clue as to why this heart skips a beat!?!
no clue how i fly!?!

i feel drunk at the sight of you...
you're the genie in the gin glass.
you seem so real when you're there.
i wish i could touch your candyfloss!!

no clue as to why is it there!?!
no clue if its fine.
no clue why i love you!?!
and why you aren't mine!?

XTREME FILTH MADNESS

is it madness to talk
about music, football and Hugh
incessantly, all night,
yet finding the repeated talks all new!?!

is it madness to cry
on every 5th April for Cobain?
or not being able to fathom
that Jacko has gone, in vain!?!

ain't it acceptable
to weep at length for the loss of Germany?
to cry till morning for Zidan
and utter a curse or so many?

is it really madness to imagine
Hugh Jackman sitting with you?!
or Christian Bale on a bike
and on backseat its you?!

is it madness to feel wasted
just coz you can't play the drums?
or can't even handle a guitar properly?
or feel drenched when Cobain hums?

is it madness to headbang
when Mojo is performing on a high?
when Hendrix yells "My Voodoo Child"?
when Lucas Rossi sings with a sigh?
when Bono takes you to streets with no names?
when Pearl Jam creates a Jeremy fling?
is it filthy to have an adrenaline rush
when Steve Tyler doesn't wanna miss a thing?

if it IS madness
to live in Music and Rock in dark,
to see Hugh or Bale and feel a spark,
to feel consumed wholly
by gigantic Football shark,

if it IS madness
to yell for Roger and laugh at Nadal,
to wear sportsmen jerseys
Like customed modals...

if it IS madness
to feel the Rush or the Halt
for the whom its all about,
then,
I'M MAD BY DEFAULT!!!!