Jack The Ripper

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack The Ripper
Honey i am right behind you
Please make me unzip my zipper

I would sneak up when you least expect me
Slit your throat, a knife i'll make you see
Stalking the night through shadows by the wall
Prowling in the streets, i'll make your last night in town
A work of art in the most vividest form

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack the Ripper
No i woudn't hurt Osama or jerry springer
Honey i just want you, not even a stripper

I would bring in the storm with me
Blow you out screaming like a banshee
You would shake with fear not knowing that i am near
In any seedy back alley street, i'll make my steer
Give it to me honey, i've got an attack's thats kinda nuclear

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack the Ripper
They call me names like the "Demon From Hell"
But honey, you know me, i am way more hipper

I am sly and i am shameless, a sinner with no name
But honey, tonight i am gonna need you to drive me to fame
I am a nasty surprise, a devil in disguise
Here's my warning, i have done eight, you're my ninth try
And they say they will catch me, you know thats such a silly lie

If i could be a serial killer
I would be Jack the Ripper
Not even the son of sam or Ted bundy
Not even you or the girl who ate up my slipper

Helter Skelter

When I get to the picture
I go back to the top of the page
Where I stop and lure
and I stare at you for hours
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you don't you want me to play you
I'm spitting flames and the one they call the Lord of the Rings
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
and you are new but i am gonna get you

Go helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
I will you won't you want me to play you
I fight wars and in me i see a Nazi when i play you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be new but i am gonna get you

Its you who i adore
You'll never be a bore
We must never be apart

In you i shoot goals
In you i smash ghosts
In you i am a hitman
In you i crash cars

Look out
Helter skelter
helter skelter
helter skelter
Yeah, hu, hu
Look out cause here she comes

A fruit le mon

Don’t even remember where we were
Her love was like a game
The more serious that I took her
The hotter the sex became
I was eating lemon with fries
When her breasts flashed before my eyes
I found out how much i loved her
And all of her rage tonight

So as i take leave just know my state
I’d love to stay with you tomorrow
Please smile when you think about our fate
Your lies are real, i cant help but swallow

A fruit le mon
A fool is hereby born
An ugly secret to hide
A date with lemons fried
These are the last crumbles,i’ll ever eat
But i am broke to pay the fees

If my bed was still clean
I know the ashtray would spill again
And the blue colour slowly turning grey
There’s every reason to feel afraid

Anger is an easy feel
Tears are simpler
Its harder to remove knots
Than to burn the rope

Me re shi sca fo ha ski

Me, a beer, a flying dog beer
Ray,a blind brother who likes to jazz
She,a babe, I call her fun
Scar,a long hard way to burn
Few,are those who shoot needles and smoke green
Ha, a laugh to follow few
Ski,a sport that numbs your ass
That will bring us back to me...oh oh oh

Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather Jacket

My freedom fighters were spaced out tight
And all the imperialists were gathered in white
The country gates were opened up wide
And the Prime Minister wants to see me with his big red eyes

So I stepped up to the Rashtrapati Bhavan
The President was getting down
And as I ordered a round of drinks
He said I got a little story tell me what you think

Nehru used to sniff the lines
Tilak used to rock the boat sometimes
Indira used to charge her wet socket
But Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather jacket

All the women were gathered around
Shiny bindis and lace night gowns
And one started to lick my feet
She said the PM got a red light out on every street

Nehru used to sniff the lines
Tilak used to rock the boat sometimes
Indira used to charge her wet socket
But Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather jacket

My freedom fighters were blazed out tight
And all the imperialists were spilling out bile
The country gates fell down to the side
And the Prime Minister tried hard to explore my big red eye

Nehru used to sniff the lines
Tilak used to rock the boat sometimes
Indira used to charge her wet socket
But Mahatma Gandhi wore a leather jacket

Amnesia

I log onto the facebook website
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a new picture, sometimes with a man in a box
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in the Leevey library
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like drinking a tall mocha but not without a cigarette
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've been scared of, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I read boring comments on someone else’s blog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music followed by a fake applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like people who pretend they are my friends
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like empty feelings and machines that vend
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've been scared of, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

Mold me and shape me
I love the way you are
Slowly and silently
Like rainbows breathing
Tranquil and dreaming
Turn around, please don’t leave

I like useless chat over the wire
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like creating uninspired fire
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like screaming with hate and bending guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like to stare at my wall and dream about Mars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

I like "Mission Z" games and leading loved ones on
But only if it doesn't remind me of anything

All in a dream

An unplanned ski trip
Some girl strangling me in her grip
Friends in a maroon cadillac
Drinking buddies with the finest green stack
Cliff jumping off the creepers
Autumn leaves and thorny twigs
Bloodstained rhinosaur battle
Won by a couple of swings
A man wearing a bow and a suspendor
Speeds through the ghetto in his broken down Chevy Impala
Walks into the general store and picks up something specific
With a spark of shining shoes, hair turned up like Donnie Brasco
Throws his card out to the slutty asian girl behind the glass wall
A 20$ cashback and races out of there taking huge gulps of his new purchase
Sighs a relief and breathes out heavy chunks of vodka and carbondioxide
Life sucks he says and pointed his long nailed index finger at the newspaper
Sixteen died in an air crash late last night due to a blistering misunderstanding
A 23 year old Indian boy studying in the University of Southern California
Drives his mental wheelchair to the cockpit on full throttle
And parks it in the eyes of the panic struck pilot
With a wide false tooth grin, he says he would like to see the machines
No time for a warning, the plane swings faster than ever in the downward spiral
In the meantime, the towing van pulls over the corner
Picks up the dented one, while a Smirnoff is smashed onto its glass
Reflections of an undiscovered soul in thousands of broken pieces
Welcome a Frooti and Jalapeno Cheeze crackers
Prowling street dogs of the night, all angels out of sight
Sounds of the barrel, screeching leopard's purrs and the smell of acrid barbeque
Freezing drops of rain hit the cup of tea sitting on the window sill
Lying down in a burnt out bedroom, hoping for a replacement
When the sun bursts through what was now and somehow the 1970's kick in like a stone
Nature on the run, sweetriver blues, bellbottomed pants, Led Zeppelin and drive-in theatres
Creeping emptiness fosters the sickness in the stomach
Amidst all this, thoughts of you
And how we used to be
I was thnking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Look at nature on a run
In the 1970's
All in a dream
All in a dream

i think i am paranoid( Reprise:Whisker Twister)

Scary's right above the lip
Scary's moving slow but steadily
Watch who you kiss
And i'll advise you wait until "they" miss

Ch:
And then i got struck
And you should have figured it out somehow
And i think i am paranoid
And i have always hated sigmund freud

Down, down, down you're an itcher
Watch my shivers float in the bloody sewer
Take on someone else's fright
And bury your foolish pride

Ch:
And then i got struck
And you should have figured it out somehow
And i think i am paranoid
And i have always hated sigmund freud

Scary's on the face
Scary's on its way
Another whisker trip
Watch Supercuts go down as i flip

Ch:
And i think i am paranoid
And i have always hated sigmund freud
And i think you find this crappy
And i think i am finally happy

Interlude:
I have chosen the 99th way to die
Multicoloured streaks right up my spine

Perhaps a use for forensics
Try out that strand
Nevermind those cigarette packets

99! 99!! 99!!!

Naaayeeenteee Nayeeeennnenenenneneneeaaaaahhhhhh

Trashy Solo

Fade out:
Whisker Twister
I've got blisters on my lips
aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I think i am paranoid

Kill me
Kill me again
With love
Or hate
Or ignorance
Whatever suits you
And never answer my phones in need
Cause friends dont mean a thing
I guess i'll leave it up to me

Pull me out of this aircrash
Pull me out of this quicksand
Pull me out of this rebellion
Pull me out of this daze

Leave me
Leave me again
With paleness
Or anger
Or oblivion
That will suit you
And never look back at me
Cause i dont mean a thing to you
I guess i'll always be alone just like before

pull me out of this anathema
pull me out of this fatigue
pulll me out of this jeopardy
pull me out of this massacre

This was my final chance
This was my final failure
But dont feed me sorrow
Pain is a myth i digest

Pull me out of this escape
I have let myself to shape
Pull me out of this horror
Which otherwise i'll feel forever

Living in a box

What if we all lived in a box
Wore no clothes, no pair of dirty socks
Nothing cold, nothing bold
Nothing to feel, nothing to unfold
No months, no galaxy
No weed, no melancholy
No knocks on the door
No need to visit grocery stores
No scientific discoveries
No decisions, no territories
No friends, no ambitions
No music, no complications
No rivers, no dust
No ranks, no concept of "the first"
No sex, no movies
No games, no trees
No guns, no fights
No angels, no lights
No pain, no rain
Nothing plain, nothing sane or insane
Nothing real, nothing fake
Nothing to give, nothing to take
Nothing to lose, nothing to win
No one to love, no one to sin

What if we all lived in a box

My favorites

My favorite cream is not whipped
My favorite dresses are those which are stripped
My favorite website is www.blogspot.com/comment
My favorite position is bent
My favorite newspaper is the Daily Trojan
My favorite daughter will someday be my son
My favorite cigarette is Classic Milds Wills
My favorite mails are all my random bills
My favorite munchies are fully liquid in nature
My favorite pets are all the ones with fur
My favorite deo is axe
My favorite statement is "..... kicks ass"
My favorite mobile system is a skateboard
My favorite books are the ones which I cannot afford
My favorite guitars are electrics
My favorite people are all freaks
My favorite feelings are the ones which pop goosebumps
My favorte chicks are short and plump
My favorite past time is believing in the fact that i am so lame
my favorite conclusions are the ones that tell me that the the words "similar" and "opposite" are actually one and the same

Snakebite

Floor
All of wood
Leaves
Devoid of life
A playground
where death plays
A swing
swinging to unnoticed existence
plastic flowers
no petals, only stem
walk with me
in this wilderness
Enter through the exit
It's one and the same
You're lost here anyways
outdoors
with spirits of the lifeless trees
i'll join
maybe some other time
right now i am playing

The restless spirits are calling me back
Taking me back where i always belonged
Something in the wind is keeping me alive

You have faith
I have none
You had time to waste
And i am not sorry
I had time to kill
you've got feelings to spill
but no one honest

We lied to each other so much
That there is nothing we trust
My body's bruised,
Yours is spent
My heart's a vegetable
Your heart's a game of chess
You're black and white
I am all blue

The beginning is the end is the beginning

The beginning of a new day
Is not when the clock strikes twelve
But the moment that you wake from sleeping
And you know its was all a dream
Like a six hour movie
In a language you dont understand
Without subtitles

Its like falling backwards into the depths of eclecticity
And rising forwards in strawberry fields

My yesterday's are almost done

India

Everyone from the north are either "politicians" or in the service sector
Everyone from the south are software engineers and hate their national language
Everyone from the west are selfish and into business
Everyone from the east are either poets or behind bars

Economy boom
Infrastructure doom
"Clean and green" mock
Poverty shock
Mindless politics
Cricket,cheap movie flicks
Arrainged marraige
Idol worshipping from a cage
Chai at all times
Bribes conviniently foster crimes

But inspite of all of this and hell! so much more
It is always raining in India
The sun never ceases to shine in India
It is always heaven in India

Its ma land
Its ma people

yeah i love India!

What can I say, I've found my soul mate!

This blog was one boring lie

What can i say, i am a fool for all i've spoken and written!

Sometimes

Sometimes its real
Sometimes its still
Sometimes its a steal
Sometimes you cant feel

Sometimes it tastes like dirt
Sometimes it just does'nt hurt
Sometimes we cant see the space
Sometimes we are stuck in a maze

Sometimes we leave
Sometimes we sleep
Sometimes it takes a devil
To set us free

Sometimes we lose control
Sometimes we follow
Sometimes we cant see
Except for whats hollow

Sometimes we lose our mind
Sometimes we play around with our own kind
Sometimes we lose hope
Until we wash our sins with soap

Sometimes we cant turn around
Sometimes we are lost till we are found
Sometimes we are fake
Sometimes everything is at stake

Sometimes we fight
Just to prove how real we are
Sometimes we call it "ours"
Sometimes we feel we belong to Mars

Sometimes we feel the power
Sometimes we find our savior
Sometimes we sink
sometimes its time for another drink

Sometimes we break the rocks
Sometimes we take the unneeded mocks
sometimes we fail to choose
between whats real and untrue

Sometimes we cant take back
What you have already given
Sometimes you try to daydream
But instead your mind decides to go wandering

Sometimes is all the time
Sometimes, how quickly we sublime
Sometimes we hate everything and above
Just for the sake of not falling in love

Sometimes is all the time
All of the time.

Asymptotic Wishlist

Water, so hot
Trickling down
Waves of words
Flowing across
Glued to the seat
Peeling off feet
Asymptotic coincidence
Random decadence
Something in my blood
Will not let me die
Will not let me die

I wish I was a sunset
Coming to life on the other side
I wish I was a railway track
Déjà vu each day
I wish I was a ball that could not bounce
I wish I was born an eight of an ounce
I wish I was a drain
Spit all the rest away
I wish I was a rainbow
Show up once in a while
I wish I was a poem
No reason, no rhyme
I wish I was a wish
Just the name, no grant
I wish I was a drug that will not heal
I wish I could’nt feel

Moon Fog Desire

Black rose farm
a moon that slowly drowns
in a ghost town
that will be my city

she lay there
smothered in the snow
skin whiter than the surround
yet pale through all the pain

a suitcase full of dreams
all forgotten in the lust for wander
maybe more, never less
than a halo of ashes

icy river flows across
the burning avalanche
she is fast enough to cheat'em
i am slow and keep getting stuck

She waits so patiently
bearing a sceptre
with one foot in the grave
i no longer can pretend

like a warning signboard
she takes her swing
she injects all her poison
i no longer can refuse

i lay there
glorified under the bleeding sun
wake me where you find me
i no longer will

Ugly Horizon

At a distance
You can see it
A golden sunrise
And the flowers in bloom
A look so familiar
Like a pillar of pain
Half broken
To fall anytime

Now and then you can listen to the screams
Crying out for help but they fall on deaf ears

There’s nothing you can do but scream

Your life becomes shorter
You’re held with confusion
You think you’re pretty
But you’re just a gun to your head
You think the bond is great
But no one was here any way
You trade desires
For a piece of game
If your eyes can see
Look behind the sun
An ugly horizon
Just hides in me

Surf The Dolphin Day

Its 11 pm in the night. Its cold outside. But we are running in our shorts
in the gentle softness the sand has to offer.
Its pitch black, almost unsafe and practically illegal.
But there is no real law. We have done it before.

A couple of beers, rajma and rice and the Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.
Somehow that inspired me the most. Jeph is waiting at the stony staircase
and screaming "Hail Hitler... Open Fire... Need a medic ".
DVD is all getting pumped up as he smokes the last remaining bit while
i am bragging about the selfish lives of people who reside in Bombay,
including mine... ( in a somehow good intended fashion ).

i have already entered in a trance or what we call our "Daily Algorithm".
Its not too complicated. The code was written years ago by some genious
and has been passed on through generations including Bob Marley who happily
said "Legalise it". So we coded it too and saved the file in our
beach house. And all that we do is run the algoritm.
Thats it. With just a click of a button everything falls in its
right place or what i say is a state of being Elegantly Wasted.

i am clinging onto my surfboard, kind of falling, not sure if i can even
swim right now, not to mention surf! But i move on slowly wading into the
water while its whiplash seems to be injecting crushed ice at a freeway velocity
onto my chest and my back, as i keep falling down, saved from being completely
submerged by my surfboard.

The waves are getting bigger, faster, louder and more electric with each step.
Pretty soon we realised today is not a "Surf Day" or better known as a "Dry Day".
We are just floating on our surfboards discussing the 100 most futile things
to gift a person you love, ex: An Ipod to your almost deaf grandmother or a razor to your
girlfriend.

.... and then it happened

Out of sheer but obvious hysteria and paranoia, we started to flutter like a bird
trapped between the bloody hands of canned hunters. But then, emerging from the
moonlight that bounced onto this stormy ocean night, a grey coloured fin emerged from
all of this madness, and in a couple of seconds she was right in front of us say a couple
of feet away as i am mesmerising into a state of "float in air".

She pushed herself into the green water and in a moment of temporary illusion,
she was gone. It was a symbol of joy. It was like leaping into the infinite depths
of an abyss and touching the sky and reaching back on earth safely with a handful
of sunsets.
It was simply kinetic.
An overdriven uproar of energy.
An image of ecstacy