SWEETDREAM

the world which we see is plastic
but the world which i've seen is fantastic
i 've seen
the angels n the babies singing in the cathedral
that view is ethereal
i've seen
roses n lilies wishing me " goodmorning"
every sweet leaf whispering me "howz u darling"

there the sky is in lemonish yellow
from where i cud hear exotic birds saying"hello"

that world is fantastic
join me there for the picnic

u can hear the voice,sweeter than the cuckoo's
u can see the snake playin with the mongoose

theres no pain ,only pleasure
there's no words like "lousy "n" leisure"

it's the city of love
ruled by the beautiful dove

there's no devilish apple
there's no voilent hustle
which r the causes for the original sin

so adam n eve r in resting peace
with their body covered with no piece

its the world of seven colours
decorated with beautiful flowers

the world is fantastic
join me there for the picnic

ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND

this is dedicated to my gudfren from bangalore, who bears all my crappy things i talk ,i share...u rock buddy!!


i know a girl
who is like a doll

she has the eyes of a flower
she has done the magic of a shower

shez the one whom i never met
shez the one whom i cud never forget

in the midday dream
i heard her vocal stream

itz like the voice of a wonder
if ya deny,ya brain is a blunder

i 've never thought i cud forget myself
i've never thought i wud bother for oneself

wid her thoughts
i've become anonymous
i've become androgynous

shez the memoir of my past life....shez da reason for my pathetic life

i never thought she leaves me
i never thought she rapes me

now i'm in a mess
no one left to share my distress

i'm loosin my mind
i'm readin her mind

shez no where
but my heart is every where

in search of the life which i've lost,which i cud never forget

wish me a happy day
think itz my last day
....eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...
......ajay

DRUNKARD'S STATE OF MIND

i'm pathetic
i should'nt have done the lastnight's picnic

my mind is in state of weird blue
now i'm suffering from haunting flu
which cant be cured even by elixir
running towards me like maddened panther

in those treasureless waters,i found some thing called never find
hahaha
plz dont mind my words
they're jus musings from my drunkard's state of mind
they're blunted swords
harmless,meaningless

BIRDS OF THE SAME FEATHER

through the words if u pass
your mind slips into the trance
which can't be felt even by floyd's class
though their fingers do the frantic dance

my fiends so called friends
get the dope,enjoy their laze walking on the flying rope
this thought is like rushing through a maze

these thoughts make me snort the powder
which makes my senses trigger

though its a turmoil
i enjoy the fragnance of the foil

we don've the spunk
to face the flunk

this is the reason for our grey cell fever
we take em coz we are the birds of the same feather