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!!!!

...Wait...

where there were whispers,
now remains a silent quiet.
where there were smiles,
now remain solitary tears.

the clocks kept ticking,
but the time never passed.
the sun set and rose again,
but the shadows never left.

that feeling of wholeness
replaced by an ugly hollow.
promises to oneself of surity,
turn to words of hopelessness.

seems like yesterday,
yet so prolonged to be counted.
the music hums unheard..
the lyrics turned sardonic.
the solicit joy of loneliness,
exaggerated for reasons unlisted..

two sorrows in different worlds,
together in wait of a final farewell.
two soliliques of sodism,
together we'd be a carnival!
two sillehouttes of each other,
together we'd be a bright beam!
two seperate complaints against life..
together we'd be fate!
two sorrows in different worlds,
bound together in wait...

If you'd be macroni,
I'd be your cheese.
I'd be a piece of furniture
in your life, if you please!!
I'd be the door
if you wanna stay closed.
I'd be your ground
if you wanna rub nose!
I'd be the chime
if it makes you good
I'd be the fog
settling 'round your hood!

if you want that I shall go,
I'd be the time!
if you wanna get drunk,
I'd be the wine!
if the lights go off,
I'd be your candle.
if you wanna get fame,
I'd be your scandle!!

because,
just anytime
if you want me,
then I'd be....

Dawn,,,,

The orange band
underlines the dark sky.
the light sweeps over the stars.
there's still one shining bright in the west.
the birds have just started
to chirp their early greetings.
the cold air is preparing
to give way to hot gusts.

the early risers are out
for their morning walks.
in the lap of nature,
I walk too!
the trees fresh from sleep
are letting the birds free
from their protected nests.
the spread green carpet
of the harvests till far
welcomes the orange ball.

a solitary bird flies
across the beautiful orange
like the shadow of night's remembrance.
by the time I return
a hot yellow grabola of fire
makes beads of perspiration trickle.
just when the world is going to work,
I close my room and turn on the cooling.
its time to work,
but I burnt the midnight oil.
its a beautiful morning...
enjoy!!
but, Goodnight!!!

You See Not Me....

yea, we'd sure look good
sitting by the fireplace...
but in our seperate houses!!

it might work out
whatever you want...
but, chuck the idea of being like spouses!

you're no Greek-God
I'm no honey-tanned either...
but together we're too cute for two ugly people!!

you're a lame horse, me a busy bee!
opposites attract...so shall we!!
but I want something like moss on a steeple!

sure I said our lives are decreed.
People don't chance upon, they meet!
but I love bending the rules for now.

take offence! and if you wanna flee...
baby, don't minus a jinx from my sleeve!
but, I do want you to go anyhow!

because what you see,
you see not me!
what you wanna see,
its simply not me!!

Hieros Gamos

its a Greek ritual which means a sacred marriage. its done somewhere around the equinox, mid-March, in spring. it dates back more than 2000 years. Egyptian priests and priestesses performed it regularly to celebrate the reproductive power of the female. the women wear white gossamer gowns and golden shoes. they hold golden orbs. the men wear black tunics and black shoes. both men and women wear androgynous masks.

Heiros Gamos looks like a sex-ritual but has nothing to do with eroticism. It is a spiritual act. historically, intercourse was the act through which male and female experienced God. the ancients believed that the male was spiritually incomplete until he had carnal knowledge of the sacred feminine. physical union with the female remained the sole means through which man could become spiritually complete and ultimately achieve Gnosis- knowledge of the Divine. since the days of Isis, sex rites had been man's only bridge from earth to heaven. by communing with woman, man could achieve a climatic instant when mind was totally blank and he could see God.

Physiologically speaking, the male climax is accompanied by a split-second entirely devoid of thought. a brief mental vacuum. a moment of clarity during which God could be glimpsed. Meditation gurus achieved similar states of thoughtlessness without sex and described Nirvana as a never-ending spiritual orgasm.

Sex begot new life-the ultimate miracle- and miracles could be performed only by a God. the ability of women to produce life from her womb made her sacred. a God. intercourse was the revered union of the two halves of the human spirit- Male and Female- through which male could find spiritual wholeness and communion with God.

The Hiero Gamos isn't a perversion. its a deeply sacrosanct ceremony.

Early Jews believed that the Holy of Hollies in Solomon's temple housed not only God, but also His powerful female equal, Shekinah. Men seeking spiritual wholeness came to the temple to visit priestesses- or hierodules- with whome they made love and experienced the Divine through physical union.

The Jewish tetragrammaton YHWH- the sacred name of God, in fact, is derived from Jehovah, an androgynous physical union b/w masculine Jah and the pre-Hebraic name for Eve, Havah.

Our ancient heritage (e.g., Khajuraho, Konark) and our vey physiologies tell us sex is a natural- a cherished- route to spiritual fulfillment. And yet, modern religions decies it as shameful, teaching us to fear our Sexual Desires as the hand of Evil....

Don't Speak

Don't speak.
those words I've heard.
Don't speak.
be a submissive nerd!
Don't speak.
I know you want me.
Don't speak...
I won't leave you to be.

it rains inside.
the emotions of some kind.
one glance at you...
the hung tenterhooks...
I'm not blind!
sweet commotions.
like rustled autumn leaves.
it seems so right.
a flip of heart...
two paroling thieves!

so, Don't speak.
baby, you don't need to!
don't speak...
your eyes sniff the flu.
don't speak.
there's a beautiful silence.
don't speak.
I love your incense.

are the nights lonely?
I love to let them be!
it agitates you, though.
whatever you say,
I can make you want me!!
this distance
is the aphrodisiac!
a sweet masochism
spreading through the limbs,
you shimmer like lilliac!!

do you wanna speak?
and break
this sardonic quiet?
do we need words?
don't speak!
its a virtual duet!!
baby, your touch speaks.
my skin lends an ear.
the pulses are enough.
don't speak
while we're so near!!