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new light

Posted: January 22, 2011 in random, warriror

New paths to be made

I consider the end is done and the beginning is near

Start afresh make a mark unseen

Paths are laid choices have to be made


New life to breathe

I will make the world realize Me is here to be

Start a trend If needed make them bend

Paths will be carved into barks of life’s tree


New light to shine

I am what I am Fear will have no name

Start an end Bright flame to begin

Paths are glowing for I am Illuminati

Peak side

Posted: November 6, 2010 in thoughts, universe, warriror
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climbed a mountain stood tall on the peak
flipped a coin to the rocks said my prayers
seeked blessings from this great natures form
to have a safe return

the path is long to the top and mostly harsh
cold breeze and sometimes burn in suns heat
savor all this in me head for when on the peak
it makes all this worth the while and look really small
like the houses i now see

smog down there clean fog uphere
like the basement times filled with a grassy smell
high we stood then like me alone now looking to the sky
peak to peak goes my view unrestricted like my life has been
walks all man kind some just by the banks while some try the hill side
we are rare ones we talk to the paths less defined and make our own unwritten sides

slow now i come down for its been long
holding tight to my thoughts in the cold breeze up peak side
loneliness is a sickness don’t you see now how i always need the hike
some just need a descend time to time

peak side is not easy to get for its just you me and my other self
reflections of the past flash now and then when you slip a foot or lose a grip
its not as bad as it rhymes its just something you do to get to the other side
then fun ascends on your minds peak side

all have to climb some just a hill some need mountains
walk at your pace or run to the peak tops its just you and your self whose to realize
me and my peak side have made a pact cause i have already scaled it and we don’t trouble no more
get going its your turn to know your peak side.


Posted: October 8, 2010 in insane, warriror
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tula deto majhi boli ratri sakali dupari

maang astho me sarkhe

majhya deva poore kar swapana hai saare

swata sathi nahi me bolat

tichya sathi and tyancha jeevanas de bhar poti


deva ubha ahe tuzhya daari aaj me aan vaani

thaklo yaah halkat lokana

prayatna sarva prakari kele khup samjavle

partishtan hai majhe lagle dolayas

nahi me aikhnar atha ghalen tandav dokyas

sudhar yanha kiva vachav tyana


shankara che naav ahey majhe ashutosh

premane bolo shevat che aaj

shambhar zhale pure tyanche paap

trishul nahi saral tessrya dolyas ghal yanaha

shunya hotil hai halkat uchal la jo me paay aaj


English translation of sorts


i speak to you night afternoon and day
…keep asking always I
fulfill my dream each one of them
not for me i say
for her and their lives to be happy and gay

hey god I am standing at your gates barefeet
tired of these ill will people i meet
have reasoned and tried a lot in all ways
my pride is breathing fire with ire
not gonna listen to you now will smash their heads into a wall
god improve or save them now

lord shankar’s other name is ashutosh
kindly i speak to them in vain
committed they have 100th sin
not the spear use the fury of your third eye
if i lift my leg now it will be to crush their bones
bring their lives to an end.

A good friend invited us to a dinner. Wife and daughter nicely dressed and waiting for me to come pick em up. Took a quick shower and of we went, listening to new songs and me singing aloud making me daughter close her ears and she said “ daddy let him sing please” alright so I cant sing to compensate for me frog like voice I got her a double choco chip muffin to eat and me cup of ice black coffee. Sipping singing smiling we reached a junction. My daughter loves the signal lights and immediately she started with her poetry Red means stop and green says go and yellow says slow down…… and as soon as we finished the poetry the light went green and a man was crossing the road at his free will ( this happens in Mumbai very often) so I honked at him and with some divine powers he got angry and said something which obviously I couldn’t hear for the windows were up and with me devil mind I honked louder and made a hand gesture for him to buzzoff which ticked him off and he banged his hand on me rear view mirror which looks like elephant ears on me family van and it shut back hard causing me daughter a scare and she went into her moms arms clearly frightened. I use to be a amateur boxer in me teen days and I confess I do have a temper but only against such people and so living upto me screwy heads temper I parked the car and instructed the wifey to not get down no matter what happens and got down in a single stride and ran towards the guy full of rage.

I am 6ft tall and athletic built and I have hands whose palm feels like a polishing paper as I came close to this guy who stood only maybe 5’ 4” he knew that I am gona either punch him or slap in across his face ( I had not decided what to do ) and he suddenly swung a white plastic bag with his left and it took me by surprise and hit me on the right side of me face and it felt like a ½ kilo stone hitting me and then I saw his stainless steel tiffin box burst out of the bag along with some files for some good 5seconds I lost me senses and my past skills came to work for we use to practice being punched by spinning around our own self and then stop when we would get dizzy and run criss cross between concrete pillars in the schools basement… and I hit him back with a right and a left and then a kick in his left ribs which sent him backwards falling on the asphalt road. This guy was full of surprises cause as I kicked him I felt daggers stick into me neck on the left and his even shorter wife was hanging on to me neck with her nails dug in and stinging really bad, as I am a gentleman I did not hit her just tried to hold her hand get it off me bleeding neck and he gets up and come right back at me and I slapped him and kicked him sending him back to the floor and to me relief people stopped and ended the fight.

I am so bright that I was doing all this right out side a traffic police station 😀 and we had cops there immediately and hence we had to go the traffic station. Smart that I am I took one of the constables aside and threw a few names around to make sure that the cops don’t make a big deal of this. In the midst of all this I realized me wifey and daughter and I ran back to the car finding me wife almost in tears and daughter crying more scared than what she was of that guy banging on the door. I felt so fucking sorry and guilty and stupid and dumb and bad person. I gave her a tight hug and made her to stop crying.

I was calling the whole thing quits but the she devil wanted to continue to the argument and go to a proper police station and drag me there too. She stood at me car door and was abusing with words which even a road side goon would think twice about and it scared me daughter further and I was about to loose me temper again thankfully the constable I gave references to stood there and made her give way and I decided to leave. As we rolled on the wheels I could still hear her scream abuses and one thing she said “ you rich so you think you can do anything” I thought to me self it was his fault to cross the road when it said stop for him and he banged his fists on to me car scaring me daughter and wife and I being rich as per her standards was wrong to get down and fight him…. I know its wrong to hit anyone and that too on the eve of Gandhi ji’s birthday L but I am a humanbeing too I loose me temper too how was it my fault I couldn’t understand….. as these thoughts played in me head along with how I should have avoided that tiffin camouflaged in plastic with me right arm and then should have given him a left hook 😛 my wife pointed out the blood red neck line cause of the she devils nails and then I realized me right little finger was the size of an lady finger and the plam was like a freshly puffed bread and it ached bad driving the mini van…. Wife immediately said promise me you will never get into any fights again and I tried to stir around that promise by saying never again with the daughter, but shes smarter then me that’s why I married her J she insisted to promise never again means never again alone or with anyone … and I complied immediately for I knew the living room A.c. aint working properly and sleeping there tonight would be horrible…. As I promised looked at me daughter who had a crooked face looking at the deep scratches on me neck and I said promise I would never ever get into a fight again….. cause her eyes were looking at me as if I was a stranger …. Daughter has never even seen me really pissed off face and this was bit too much for her to comprehend and wife was sad for I dint apply me head before getting down.

I realized that I should never do such a thing and never ever will I do such a thing for in the fight I was not alone hurt but so was my wife and daughter in a way which is not easily healed for they saw a face on me which was only full of anger and rage which use to be useful once in a ring and the whole 12 minutes ( amateurs have max4 rounds) it would prove as a weapon more powerful then me surprise left hook….. Sad I am for I did a foolish thing for definitely it was not worth venting out at that guy and having the two precious people in my life scared of the incident and me.

I am truly sorry

Road rage is definitely not worth it and I am a sample of it.

As we reached the friends house I was the topic of discussion for the first 30 minutes and then we started looking at the incidence in a comical way and I said to me wife that guys she devil of a wife defended her husband where were you J you should have come to take care of that women so I would have got a free hand with that guy 😉 and she made a disgusted and disgruntled face at me and I dropped the comedy there and then. Later after a few beers and breezers later me wife replied to this by saying if our daughter was not there I would have given her a few slaps myself too but I dint cause she was with us and you should have realized that or atleast heard me saying that to you… so comedy was killed and with a swollen right hand and burning left neck side I ended the night learning never to again fight on a road or common places and never with me wife and kid with me. 😀 and never fight a man whose got his wife with sharp nails with him.

yo holy one above there
you made the distance you made be apart

strange you behave when i travel from so far
open mind … spirit all that i could be

yo holy one above you there
aren’t you watching looking down below

mad must be i to make believe
gates opened and closed so fast i couldn’t even see ahead

yo holy one above don’t you hear
stood at the gates with heavy breath

made to look like a stranger
but it is i who doesn’t understand your making and behavior

yo holy one can’t you speak
tell them all i not a loser

i saw and heard… therefore i believed
the soft whispers of happiness to his welcome

yo holy one can you not really see
could you not picture me there on the door step

knocked the frame ….pushed the door open
hoping for a familiar smile but meeting a skeptical eye

yo holy one some call you god
Am I not praying right,  Am I not singing your hymns right

what use are your powers holy one
when you cant make the godforsaken meet
then your powers are useless to me,
don’t ever ask me again to come pray at your gates
wont be wise to have a fool like me rain my anger on thee.


Posted: September 25, 2010 in beloved, insane, loved ones, Romance, warriror
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random as it can be

for i write this as i say it or want it to be

words have to not always have a meaning

sometimes a wink of an eye at an unprecedented hour is welcome

things that i say might seem alright to you for others they are vague

call at that hour un-parliamentary hour is considered love too

pass a bill if you have too i am not gona improve

things i will still say and songs i will still sing aloud

neighbors get a ear plug or better love me words

cause I am a random guy a definition destroys me

sad or war like rise i can with every word your eyes have to say

prayer or temple…giggle or butterfly

compare how much i try i can

somethings dont need a poem to be described

mind might try to hide heart gives away the fool inside…..

foolosopher 😀

The Perfect Poet Award  @Jingle’s Thursday Poets’ Rally week 28. (thank you)

Haiku :-

three is the rule to not rhyme

here its well defined

mom dad and a child

pls read this while listening to
iam not afraid…… inspiration from Eminem’s new song

follow me…. i am gona change the kinda change thats needed in me
i will hang on to the beast and kill it down beneath

iam gona take a stand… will strap the demon in me close the doors on him
iam not gona be afraid to keep it clean

married to the game like fuck you for Christmas….. will never hurt you the way i did before…….i know now how precious you are to me like breaths to this fragile body

you are not alone…many walking down the same road…. broaden your horizons look beyond the obvious
try not being oblivious for i know what you see

cause i have seen and been through the same

i promise to never go back on that promise…. said sorry in so many versions before that you can paint a canvas of all the stories
looking like hells war field no promise from now only my actions will stand as our shields

cause iam raising the bar…. climbing the hill so i can try to touch the stars again no ways iam gona make a scene
will never have you be punished for the words that i said

we will work together to get the gates to happiness never close again

now you have read this and if u feel the same just make the call cause you not in this alone so dont be afraid to stand alone.


Posted: September 10, 2010 in insane, universe, warriror
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On a cliff
with hands on his hip

amour braised and bruised
from wars with was and whos

hurt and pain for those
who stand in his ways
with a gentle warning

he announces to backdown

ones who standout are killed or maimed

plots so thick
like a twisted ring of fate
this farmers son now leads a kings brigade

conquering plains and heights with only a wish

to have this an end to go back in his beloveds den

swords are sharp
knives are thin blades

all strapped on his huge frame

rides his horse pushing away his fears
striking like Zeus’s bolt on his way
for they cant flee his reach is right to their soul

killer for some

conquer for few

leader to many
inspiration to his army

Hero to the history that’s new.