
July 9, 2010
V_3.0

A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
December 28, 2009
Miss You !!

November 7, 2009
In need of Serendipity...


am blessed with,thou,
Within,fragment each,
is known your existence,
Without any piece of evidence,
Abiding in my heart,
absorbed deeply, in each of my breath,
resting within me,for
eternity with peace..
Despite,entangling in spirit,single,
I need to plea in petition,
You,the Creator of my Karma,
Owner of my actions,
Sealed my fate,
Concealed my destiny,
I obeyed each of your conduct,
Ranting,I'm in a hope,
Burning in the fire of wither,
Craving for that serendipitous moment,
will it ever happen to me,
will there be an end to my wait..
Oh..Mighty, lip to my woe,
tangled u, with sigh of my breaths..
Today,I Solicit you to,
Take me into your spiritualism,
Obey,I will your Dharma,
Wipe off all my wither and worries,
Abate all my desires and woes,
Serendipity yours,I awe with a bow..!!!
calm n composed , with honesty as biggest asset,turns on at intellectuality, turns off at selfish attitude..n rest is mystery..!!!
October 27, 2009
तनहा सफर..!!!
calm n composed , with honesty as biggest asset,turns on at intellectuality, turns off at selfish attitude..n rest is mystery..!!!
July 12, 2009
Devoid of inspiration

It's a familiar tune, The breaking of the heart. Like longing for the moon, Too far. Too hard..... Happiness is fleeting, Moments of reprieve. The hardest part is knowing, Sadness. Far from brief..... You smile and I laugh, And you are yet unknowing. Another facade, another bluff, Once more you are falling. Your smile spells despair, My laughter rings of sorrow. Bleakness is all but rare, When the heart is hollow.......
Yes it's true, I'm devoid of inspiration; now even the words no longer flow.....
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July 9, 2009
Charcoal Sweat
The dark background highlights the smoke,
and then engulfs it in itself,
as if my thoughts made a gentle stroke.
The effigy burns, everyday,
Protest, sorrow, expectations, frustration,
all these things shine brightly in this fire,
and after a while, go down without liberation.
A paper burns, and with it, burns the ink,
Slow and steady, glows so bright,
Dies down slowly, partially burnt,
The wind carries it with all its might.
A heart burns, rough and sorrowful,
coz of a giant tide that swept happiness away,
The mind consoles the spirit within,
that the burnt portion will heal someday.
_Love and Peace
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
May 10, 2009
Not just another pretty girl...

April 14, 2009
Wish i had a gun........
not getting any ideas, i keep it down.
I search through my thoughts for a possible stanza,
not getting any phrase, i shut my mind.
I work hard all night and all day long,
my hard work isn't acknowledged, i stop it forever.
I make efforts to regain their trust and compassion,
they remain superficial, i loose interest.
I try and talk to you, try and match up to you,
you think im being foolish, i prefer staying shut.
You take my heart away, without even knowing it,
but your heart is with someone else, i step back without showing it.
I try one last time to make my life organized,
Life said, i could do so, for once i understood.
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
April 10, 2009
And the nostalgia sets in!

I seem loosing control
over my senses,
and the nostalgia sets in!
Moments of those celebrated times,
take control of my mind,
rekindling the ashes of
the leftover love and hatred.
Life seems witty,
throwing one of its
filthy challenges at me.
It shatters my heart to
accept your hatred coated abuses,
killing me over and over again,
with intensifying anger and pain.
May be, in a corner of my heart,
I still long for
mutual love and peace,
nurturing dwindling hopes of,
reliving those unforgettable times,
when time had almost
lost count and become one with us.
May be I still wish to
bury the mutual differences
and move one step ahead,
call out for you,
with a clear heart,
and open arms,
and embrace you in a tight hug.
May be ,its just a dream,
that might never come true,
leaving behind a trail of,
wounded memories and unfulfilled desires,
leaving me in the lurch,
the mercy of dwindling hopes,
till the time,
I again sieve your face in the crowd,
loose control over my senses,
and let the Nostalgia set in!
A zeitgeist dancing to the symphony of life!
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March 7, 2009
Melody of my life...

Hi friends....well this is my first post to this blog...
i wrote this poem back in 2007...hope you like it.....
I catch the hold of my delicate strings
Strike them and try to forget my sins
These strings unweave the hurt below
It slowly loosens the hurt once known
Rhythm of these strings along with my music flow
Like water drops down green leaves they go
They strike a chord deep into my heart
The chord which fills up my ache at last
The music fills my empty ground
Like sand into a pit dug out
Dug out by those filthy hands
With the harshest strike like sharp knives
Into the soft sands in which died many lives
The music flows like the soft sand
Deep down, away from those filthy hands
From minds of wicked people who try
To make me cry till my mind goes dry
Yet again these strings move
They strike a chord and change my mood
These pits are filled with minds not dry
And I tell myself-"No need to cry"
"The sand will come, the sand will go
Desperate hands will dig at you
But you have to be as soft as sands
So that you can flow deep with music
Away from those filthy hands"
ORIGINALLY POSTED AT RITWIK IN SEARCH
March 5, 2009
v_0.1
thoughts vibrate when i hit this snare,
the windows jam, seize, don't function,
black windows define dysfunction.
You see the apple on the tree,
offer it to me, very gently,
i ask you, is it poisoned?
and you, being selfless, taste it for me.
The mist on the mirror makes you forget,
that once upon a time, you were a reject,
and you, put the mirror first,
but its the mist, whom you should trust.
You take out my mind and keep it in your pocket,
hypnotize me with the times locket,
the darkness then opens my mind,
and this poem is what you find.
_Andy
_09-05-03
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
March 1, 2009
Whirlpool
but i can do nothing about it.
I cant stop the flow of water,
still i worry and worry about it.
I wish i were like a drop, drowning in a whirlpool,
and do nothing about it,
just watch myself go with the flow,
Still be happy and loose it all,
I wish i could just give it all.
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
February 7, 2009
escapism

January 3, 2009
A Silhouette
A Silhouette
I saw a silhouette,
A silhouette, so perfect,
With a neat outline,
Looking so fine.
I switched on the lights this time,
Just to find it was you,
It was you but not alone,
Carrying a basket of fresh flowers.
You gave the basket to me,
Told me to look after it, tenderly,
I have taken care, till this day,
As i promised, the flowers would stay.
And now that you plan to leave,
I know the feeling is not so pure,
I know you'll miss me and I'll too,
This one thing will be for sure.
I wont tell you not to go,
But this much i will tell you,
You have taken care of me,
and because of this i care for you!
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
December 6, 2008
XYZ
XYZ
My distorted reflection on these wet tiles,
when i wake up in the morning, with my lonely aisle,
is the only thing that hears me,
and laughs at me,
points at me,
turns down a part of the shaft in me,
burdens me, points at my disgrace,
and all this while, i couldn't hide my face,
as water evaporates on a sunny day,
my mind escapes my body in a funny way,
coz its found a solution outta this maze,
but cant progress, coz it cant see thru this haze.
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
December 2, 2008
This Graffiti
My life, is like a graffiti,
A large graffiti on the wall,
Everything shaped so perfect,
Yet you don't understand it all.
The black and white always run back,
And all this time i thought i was loosing,
They mix and match to form a grey,
And still you say you cant help me choosing.
Red has always been a bit innocent,
Gives me strength, teaches me the way,
But white and black mix and make it lonely,
Kill it and serve it out on a tray.
Green and blue, drive me mad,
Combine and give a cool resolution,
This coldness increases day by day,
Till the time i cant see any solution.
Yellow combines every bit,
Every piece of this drama,
Puts me into a sad trance,
Helps me out of this trauma.
At the end of the day, when i finish the spray,
I splash a can, on my useless graffiti,
And when it all subsides down, i hear,
Every color, and every line, mocking me.
_Andy
_08-12-02
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
November 22, 2008
The Large Black Spot
The Large Black Spot
Sometimes I feel stuck,
Between every thought,
Behind every laughter,
A large black spot
The stencil of this masque,
Has been shaped so perfect,
Despite being deceived,
I grow more allergic
All these beautiful faces,
Don’t give me wings,
I generate more sorrow,
Instead of sweet things
Don’t plaster me, inside these wall,
These walls that u made, with your own thoughts,
On these walls, you’ll find my name,
On these walls, a large black spot.
_ANDY
_2008-11-22
A little more than a virus. Architecture Student. Love Pen and pencil sketches. Graffiti. Murals. Art and music are my definitions. Cheers!
November 14, 2008
I lie awake but try so hard not to think of u
Right there, I saw someone. Within a flash of light, my eyes poured tears. A tall, lean guy in a black tee and jeans stood there with someone. The same body language. And the same black tee-shirt...my favorite...I pretty quickly put the hood on my head to hide my face from him and everyone around me. The guy was far off and I could only see his side profile. As usual, he was lost in his thoughts. Carefree about whats going on around him. Dad was still busy with his buddy. He was laughing and I was right beside him, weeping. The guy could never had seen me. Never!! Because I didn't want him to see me.
As I kept looking at him from the distance, all the nostalgic moments flashed in front of my eyes. A movie started rolling. All the amusement park tickets...all the Baskin Robbins ice creams...those long drives...all of them felt so old yet so recent. I had my palms on my mouth as I walked through the crowd. I wanted to meet him. But at the same time, I didn't want dad to see me going towards him. I reached the place where he was. I stood right behind him. Just wanted to smell his perfume. The same Axe smell!! He hasn't changed even a bit. I looked at his tee shirt. As always...Adidas. His favorite brand!! He had the same ear ring. I wanted to reach out to him..call him...touch his steady arm which had always been there to hold me...hug him, for, he had been so far off...but it's only life!!! I turned back soon after realizing that he was busy. I suddenly recalled that I had to go back to dad. I had just sneaked away from him. Dad saw me coming. He had a frown on his forehead...obviously, he didn't like watching me struggling with my decisions. Dad said, "It isn't getting late now???" I didn't say anything. I just thought, "I wish mom was here. She knows!! I wish she was here..." Dad asked me to get in the car. He had to bid goodbye to his buddy. I still had my hood on my head. After so long, I had dressed like myself. The way I used to dress ever since I had started shopping for myself. Though it was pretty cold, I was in my favorite white shorts. But the hood helped me a lot. It hid all the tears cascading down my cheeks.
The guy was still visible. He was still lost in his thoughts. I was lost in thoughts as well!! I recalled all the days we spent together. Not that we're separate. But it has changed ever since my parents split. I live far off and he deosn't know about that. No one does. He suddenly turned towards my car and I hid my face with my jersey's sleeves. He didn't notice me...Thank God...He went inside the market to get himself momos. I can bet on that. Its his favorite in the market. And specially that market. I switched on the stereo to listen to Amy Lee. She was the only one who could stop me from crying. She sang ..."I long to be like you...Lie cold in the ground like you...." I rested my heavy head on the seat and closed my eyes. Dad entered, I didn't open my eyes. He didn't say anything till we reached the mall. He lowered the volume and said, "Lets get your Evanescence album." I looked at him with drowsy eyes and replied, "Which one?? I've got all of them. Besides, I don't listen to the CD player, anymore." "Oh!! No problem. I'm sure you would want another iPod" he said, trying very hard to cheer me up. I replied, "Dad, I don't need another iPod. But if you wanna go to the mall, I'll accompany you. You don't need to look for excuses. You wanted to have a look at that handycam, right??" So after parking the car, both of us were standing in the showroom. He was talking to the attendent about the price and everything, and I was listening to one of the songs in their collection...."Why do all good things come to an end"... Dad must have noticed my choice of song. He looked at me from the billing counter and gave me a smile. He was happy to buy a new handycam for himself. All kept going in my mind was...the guy in the black tee shirt wearing Axe. We got back in the car after roaming like animals for two hours. Dad made my film from his newly bought love as I drove back to home. But I just couldn't get the smell out of my senses. I covered the thirty minute drive in just twelve minutes....Dad took the car keys from me, told me he had a surgery waiting for him in the hospital and left. I cooked noodles for myself and cried myself to sleep....
August 26, 2008
Love or Infatuation???

As I don know wt love is so I cant cum out with deeper meanings,bt till now wt life has taught me by knowing various incidences I feel tat love is left far behind, its just infatuation which has strengthen his position in today's world. These days relationships r on fake terms r v can say temporary basis tat is have a crush on somebody fr a sometime ,use that person n just finished it off…which is often termed as infatuation at the end.
The most easiest part is to get in to these kinds f relationships but must difficult part is to deal with d consequences of such relationships, People once heart broken,becomes too hard,cold,,there perspective changes n be cum numb. N wen this situation arises d situation f depression takes his seat..which is dangerous.
If we see are environment,every then n now r friend's comes up with d prob tat ,v broke off,,n v r upset ,tat person did this n all..n v give them a simple advice of move onn,,n v flash sum beautiful dialogues n finally v r done with d,,formality of being friend's ,,n v feel tat its sufficient,,v r done with r job..
But d person who's suffering knows,,how it feels wen heart breaks,,n how long time will b taken to recover frm such a brutal hurt,. N at tat time person feels there's no love only pain n whatever was it it ws a mistake ,,a infatuation.
Here also persons thinkin does'nt end up,,he started gettin pulled off from relationships..,starts makin boundaries n at d end love theory is vanished n rude,selfish world theory is activated.
I know there would be people who r in serious relationships, n they must have a strong believe in this love part n I really wish loads f good look fr there future n God Bless them with same love n tender care in tere relationships, but tese days majority is f heart broken people n its increasing day by day an finally it is resulting in creating a mind set f infatuation n hatred among people..n discouraging people to get into any kind f relationships.. which will,, at d end not result in a healthy outcome..
So we people should be bit genuine fr others n help them not to form such opinions by takin a a very first step from ourself only tat if v genuinely like sum1,,ten only v should approach tat person to get into any relationships n should try n carry out it till d end with full trust,loyalty,care n a genuine love..:-) so v can have a better world tomorrow n healthy perspectives tomorrow.:-).
Note:This post was originally posted by me to one of my dear friend's personal Blog, My Musings than to my personal blogUnpredictable life n now here:-)
August 25, 2008
What changed you???
You know am somewhere dependent on you,
You know I count you in one of the special persons in my life,
But suddenly what happened??
Y u doing this,
What changed you soo much!??
That now u don't even show your concerns,ur friendly love...
U were never so inexpressive ,wt changed you suddenly,
what??
Is time has changed you soo much that u forget me??
Is new people around you have become soo important that u r wid tem all the time n don't get time for me,
or
Life has become soo busy that u r soo occupied that u don't even get a time to ring me n ask, hw r you dear friend???
If its all because something is bothering you, than share with me,
il ease u,ill make you feel happy,
il make you realise hw important you r to world, to me,
il make you feel gud..
But,please break this Silence,it sometimes, makes me uncomfortable,
this dry,rough behavior upsets me...
U were never like this...
What happened,wt changed you so much ???
Note: This post ws originally posted In my Personal Blog,Unpredictable life.

