Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Heartattack In A Layby

I pull off the road  East of Baldock and Ashford  Feeling for my cell  In the light from the dashboard   Hissing from the road  The smell of rain in the air con  Maybe check the news  Or just put a tape on   Lighting up a smoke  I've got this feeling inside me  Don't feel too good   If I close my eyes  And fell asleep in this layby  Would it all subside  The fever pushing the day by   Motor window wind  I could do with some fresh air  Can't breathe too well   (She waits for me. Home waits for me.)   I guess I should go now  She's waiting to make up  To tell me she's sorry  And how much she missed me  I guess I'm just burnt out  I really should slow down  I'm perfectly fine but  I just need to lie down   We'll grow old together  We'll grow old together  We'll grow old together...

Ipswich Beckons

Friday, March 13, 2009

Blackfield

"While I'm melting in the rain, deep in pain, she is so far
Will we ever meet again as friends, after so long?".... I have been screaming my lungs out. I never expected the "Three Days Grace 4 minute like static music" to take me for another fantastic fall.
It's been awhile since the bench at clapham south happened. I am gonna turn 24 years old this month. I remember my last birthday... Had a time yea! Aye Mate! 

Jolly be the one who travelled the road less hated!

 

Thursday, July 24, 2008

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.

Monday, July 14, 2008

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)

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

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................................................................

Thursday, June 19, 2008

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.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

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