My last Flight

The night cradles me
Into a blissful slumber
When a tired body rests
When a mind works illusions

A world that ceases
A world that opens
A world I create
A world I annihilate

When a breeze kisses my face
Fraught with a poppy scent
The zephyr of dreams
Teases my heavy eyes

A zephyr of dreams
Scented with emotions
Some nice some not
Some that are new

When touch ceases to exist
But there is a feel
Of wet hair and warm lips
Of soft hands and love bites

When smell doesn’t last
A scent lingers on
A scent of my past
A scent of the future

When taste has no meaning
Of tasteful feelings
A taste of passionate love
A taste of moonlit nights

When deafness is at reign
A dulcet that begins
A music of heartbeats
An orchestra of emotions

When sight plays wonders
When vision looks beyond
When perception flounders
A kaleidoscope of wonders


When existence is obsolete
A lifelessness prevails
When breath is reluctant
Though the soul canters lively

When perceptions cease to exist
When existence not perceived
When reality is a dream
A happier reality

When I dream of some emotions
When I dream that they would last
When I dream of some moments
I dream of my last

How Do I feel????

1. I have never seen spirits; I am generally out after the first gulp.
2. There are two things certain in my life, my sex and its absence
3. Forgive my parents; I am the result of a failed abortion
4. I am a potential failure and I harness it fully
5. If practice makes perfect, I am a perfect failure
6. If lady luck is a flirt; I am a misogynist
7. I want to make love to many; My Gf still calls me insensitive
8. Life feels like a hangover after cheap liquor
9. I take no bullshit; Mostly I make my own
10. Being in love is like bungee jumping down a volcano
11. I am as irritating as that sneeze that gets stuck up your nose
12. My love life is an oxymoron
13. I am gods inspiration to implement total quality management
14. God is a good sales guy; he sold ME to mom
15. Mom said she forgot to ask God if I came with a money back guarantee.
16. God is the father of all my failures
    

A few petals...

A few rose petals
Wet in holy water
Perfume an infant head
Name, an identity

A few rose petals
Fall from an unsure hand
Does or doesn’t
Life or eternity

A few rose petals
Adorn her feet
A lover’s envy
His pride and prize

A few rose petals
Scattered they lay
Abandoned estranged
Neglected in rejection

A few rose petals
At the altar
Of hope and the helpless
Of religion and belief

A few rose petals
Crumpled in with skin
When souls unite
A stage for the cosmic dance of creation

A few rose petals
Scattered
A few moments
Lived

A few emotions
Crushed
A few feelings
Triumphed

A few hearts
Broken
A few bonds
Formed


A few promises
Made
A few oaths
Taken

A few minutes
Of life
And then I unite in death
A few rose petals again

Child...

A face that peeped at me
Half awake alive
A smell of freshness
A smell of life

A hand that clutched my finger
A warmth that I felt
Reassurance of purpose
My life was worth living

Your laughter echoes in the walls
Your prancing still wakes my nights
Your thoughts still let me dream
Your face allows me to imagine

A voice of dulcets
Like nature gave aplenty
Like god was generous
Like I was fortunate

Your eyes still stir my heart
Your glance still exposes my soul
Your smile lights my sorrow
Your grief melts me

Was I prepared to take you
Was I allowed to own youWas I destined to get you
Was I supposed to lose you

A limbo that I exist
A liberation I crave
An end I long for
A life a long wait

Memories that you left me
Memories that I have
Memories that make me
You my only memory

A face that peeped at me
Awake half alive
A calmness engulfing you
Sleep sweet child of mine
And I asked nemesis
Death Where is thy sting?

My piece of mind....My pound of flesh

Wish your credit card got billed to my account every time you visited my blog
Wish you were willing to send in ten bucks for every comment you made on my blog
Wish Microsoft paid me for having used their softwares and tools to make esoteric posts about national chauvinism and sexual idiosyncracies.
Wish I got paid a rupee everytime i said MOTHER FUCKER ( Bill Gates...hehe)
Wish my dad was named (Lakshmi)Narayana Murthy or Oruganty Premji
Wish every strand of hair on my head i lost became a coin
Wish there was a competition paying a fortune for " the saddest blog on the blogosphere"
Wish there was a reservation for people who can make their ears move ( you know that thing we did when we were kids to make ur ears flap... sadly I am blessed with just that talent)
Wish I was paid for getting fat
WHAT THE FUCK????
WISH I WAS RICHER...no rich...actually wish I could be less poor
NO WISH I WAS ABOVE POVERTY LINE....
Okie...thanks to all good samaritans who would give me gyaan on how people in somalia are dying with no food and how people in some unpronouncable insignificant arab nation are not eating a square meal a day. DO I CARE?? DO I FREAKING CARE??

My proposal...

This poem has a small trivia behind it... I do not know if you are curious about it... but let me just tell you because I think that piece of information will add to the experience of the poem.... I had been seeing a girl for quite sometime now... we knew that this was going to last forever... but i guess we never were formal about it...so this one time I thought I shall do something to formalize it and close all my escape routes from the relationship...so I bought her a ring and told her I would propose to her when I meet her next... and we planned to make the proposal at a place called Tank Bund at Hyderabad.... I bought her a very inexpensive ring...which a friend on campus was really looking cheap...I had also promised her a poem which I completely forgot...In the airport lounge I was stuck for an hour thanks to Air Deccan and there I wrote this piece which I thought I would recite to her and give her the ring... we were dining at a restaurant and she read the poem on the laptop... i didn’t have a ring so gave her my gold ring instead... why am I narrating this episode... I do not know... probably because I love her... Probably because I know she will smile warmly after she reads this... and probably because I finally realized that somewhere deep inside me resides a hopeless romantic who just wants to see her stupid smile ear to ear every day of my life.... I love you.... Sorry about the rambling... go ahead and enjoy the poem... if you thought that was cheesy... then please press Alt+F4
When I saw you first
Words failed me
I was muted
Dumbstruck

I held your hand
Voice betrayed me
I lost language
Incoherence

I felt your breath close
It swept me
I was silent again
Surprise

I felt your lips
They filled me
I couldn’t utter those words
Fulfillment

I played with your hair
It tickled me
I tried to say it betwixt my smiles
Happiness

I faced you
Your eyes searched me
I wanted my eyes to speak
Lost

It has been a long journey
There is much more to go
I was silent then
So I shall remain

I know I missed the moments
I know I missed the chance
I know I will miss more
But I can’t free the trance

I know I have no strength
I have no sanity
I know I am overwhelmed
But before I drown myself in your arms
Will You Marry me?

India???

I hate India. One thought i have in my mind when I am stuck in this traffic jam. What the FUCK man. I start early to college and i still get stuck in a freaking jam because some overgrown libidous bull hallucinated that the oncoming ambassador to be a cow and tried to copulate, in the process killing the driver, itself and giving birth to this traffic havoc. Why do I hate India? Where in this damned world will a Bullock cart race with a ford.
Well, the traffic cleared after an hour though, so I was almost getting ready to fall asleep on my bike.
I hate India. Again the same thought. I am packed armpit to head in a public transport bus. Not like I am extremely interested in the brand of deodorant that the fair lady used an year ago when she last probably took a bath. And not to mention the driver who might have confused water with arrack. Thank you. I always aspired to act in Top Gun. Why do I hate India? Yea because in other countries they used better condoms and licenses are not distributed to family members.
I hate India. Its becoming a habit now huh? What this time? Well usual stuff. I am in the railway station. Or rather I am searching for a flat there because I think I am going to spend the rest of my waking hours waiting for that elusive train. I guess we have flexible time zones. The Railways follows the time zone that is always late for all other zones.
I hate India. Do not get bored please. Its not a crib story. Its my autobiography. So soon you ask. Well, it is about time I guess. I hate India because India has a flag and it comes in the way of all legs all the time. It was on the road when I was walking from the parking and I guess people didn’t seem to notice. I did. I saw it on the ground and I ran to pick it up from there. A lorry hit me. Why did I do it?
I hate India. Like how I hate my dad when he doesn’t give me money. Like how I hate mom when she doesn’t let me watch tv. I died… India Lives….
By
Oruganty