The Bench in Clapham South

Its a beautiful sight. I don't think it can reflect its sanctity if i try to capture it in a photograph and put it up on a piece of magnet. It has taken me on the most bewildering ride, of all times immemorial. I guess this has to be the final take from London. I am content and satisfied. Gush of wind, freshness and solitude. The baggage is too heavy and i need to get on the flight. But it's not like i have to carry it. It will go with the others. Everyone carries a lot of baggage. After all, it's a long flight.
It was nice to see a stage in the middle of the park. Open spaces with green reflection. Around the periphery runs the nightingale walk. Perpendicular to the walk are the two tennis courts. It is always bubbling with people. Yet very calm and serene. The bench in clapham south......it'll always remind me of today.

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

Earth hasd not anything to show me more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning:
silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky;
ALl bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did a sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock or hill;
Ne`er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

State Of Affairs

Hated, Stars in the sky, crumble, design.. puzzle, tunnel, system, steel, lacoste, creature of the nature, ghastly, bald, maniac, hated, despised, run, stay, pull, push, fist, kill, shirt, bleed, cut, defend, crash, get up, fall, carpet, red, cross, shallow, shoes, kick, laugh, smile, sarcastic, torture, shout, cry, beg, decline, spit, frown, anger, breathe, lights, dark, erase, lie, red, black, bramby, internet, diamonds, police, annoyed, avoid, chase, last night, dressed in white, drums, find, catch me in you, to me, sorry, i am sorry, i am alive, dead, soak , oak, jack, guitar, weary, win, lose, chin, japanese, old lady, hypnotized, mr t, advice, first aid, conversation, wonderful, first impression, dominant, dog owners, dog poo, dog walk, doggy do, jackson, trainer, young, look young, look done, bring my baby back, harmonica, stitch, staple, rod, break, die, bleed, cut, crash, orange, blossom, sea, board, line, miss peggy, double, jim carter and the woman, legend, hit, sesamy street, stipe, anybody, you, me, anyhow, where, why, what, really, shallow, move, back, kill, die, pain, cut, bleed, rod, rot, humming, bird, described, acoustic, claire, ow, aw, low, you, me, you, you, we?, we?, v, v, v, \/, radio, shiny, happy, monsters, weather, funny, dave, harry, hurry, hold on, locked, window, there, jack, go, women, beg, dont go, fire, exit, lurging, favourite, tv, woman, heart, nose, brain, eyes, arms, legs, trophy, clouds, jacket, belt, towel, bootleg, rebel, pause, cream, remix, yes, rhythm, level, drama, music, lyrics, sound, yellow, critical, party, soul, erased, loud, proud, zoopa, mind, rhyme, crime, kick, calling, card, zoopa, rebel, trail, fright, scared, horror, mess, die................................................................

Wrote A Poem

Wrote a Poem. In London, 11:53 PM GMT.

My Little Jenny,
So Red In Color,
With Arms of gold, Wings of feather,
Driving as fast as she can,
to arrive somewhere closer.
Her head aches,
with eyes in anger,
Mellow her stomach cries,
with joy and pleasure.
Awake her lover cries,
begging for some cover,
Up above she flies so high,
with her wings made of feather.

A Dozen Albums

In London, 9:40 PM GMT, with tartar sauce and fried potatoes :

1. Deadwing
2. In Absentia
3. Light Grenades
4. Morning View
5. There Is Nothing Left To Lose
6. Color And The Shape
7. Stadium Arcadium
8. In Rainbows
9. Kid A
10. Steal This Album
11. Nativity In Black
12. Nirvana - Unplugged In New York

All Time 10

So i decided to go through the torture of making a selection.. Selection of 10 songs that never fade away...

1. Arriving Somewhere But Not Here
2. Jigsaw Falling Into Place
3. Skin And Bones
4. The Masterplan
5. Roulette Dares
6. Mellotron Scratch
7. Everlong
8. Windowpane
9. High Speed
10. Sleepwalker

Let's see how the selection changes.

Everlong

I can't believe it. I missed the biggest Foo concert at Wembley last weekend. They are airing the same show. Dave Grohl and the foo's are sublime when they go LIVE. He turns this piece into a mozart and goes :

" The only thing I'll ever ask of you ,
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when,
She sang....."

And Grohl's guitar goes "blank blank blank....."

Love, Peace, foo fighters.....

London

I am sort of disliking this place. Wrote this on the tube today...

Flowery Head, The Sun shines
Moon light falls and the dark blinds
Running through parallel lines
Decision fails, Paradise Divine
Sitting in a bubble, with options void
Grains for survival, filling my spine
Faces in colors, actions in disguise
Driving me mad, running like a child
Waiting for something, i dont know why
When everything else, stays alike....

Spiral Staircase

I hate saturday nights. Lately, saturday's have started haunting me. There is this very wierd feeling about it. My grand crash took the center stage on a saturday night. Its a saturday night and i have fallen down, off my spiral staircase yet again.
This kid, is a part of the Orphanage i visit every Saturday. I guess this was my last trip to that place and i was lucky enough to capture this kid on my camera. A funny thing happened today. As soon as i walked in, i saw my fellow volunteers distributing pens to the other kids. This one was sitting in one corner with a pen and a sheet of paper. Her hands are so small that she can hardly hold a pen. Still she was drawing lines on the paper due to peer pressure. All the other kids around her were doing the same. I still couldn't judge if the others were randomly drawing lines just because they were too bored or if they really can't replicate even an alphabet. I sat with them and drew few shapes. No one knows how to hold a pen. My fellow volunteers accepted my idea of organizing a painting competition for the kids. That's when i realised that no one gives a damn. They don't know where the kids stand, or how much they know. I was very disappointed. I was laughing in my head and walked out of that place. This other guy came and pissed me off further with his bunch of stupid questions.
I sat in one corner and few kids came running towards me. They jumped, they pulled my hair, drew lines using their pens on my shirt. Few were upset since i couldn't give them enough attention due to the other kids. Love is all we need. Love is all they need.
We tend to take it for granted. If someone gives us selfless love, we try to customize it as per our convenience. Well i have been put on hold on everything. I have been asked to take some time out so that i regain my sanity. I am trying to figure out where am i going wrong here. Should i be careless? Maybe. Every time, all my comrades find a reason to push me off their circle. If i don't move forward, i'll never have a past.
I hate saturday nights.