Arrivederci My Love

I'm Out of thoughts to think
I'm Out of thinz to do..
Thru this Pain so Excrutiating.
I cant Fight for You

I've Loved You all my Heart
I've always stood my part..
in the worst of the times..
in this Lonely struggle..
you tore my Heart apart

In Booze i find my Zen
I wudnt want you involved in
Thru these moments and ties weak
I ask you to find wut you seek
to find your smile i want you to
cuz its with me no more..
But remember our moments sweet
of You this, i Implore.
Arrivederci. My Love.

Turn me Mortal..

For all the fascination i've seen
for the passion that i've felt within
its not jus the taste of blood
but the passion that i feel for Red

it ignites all that in me called Rage
trapped inside this flesh a cage
i seek the neck, to my teeth i feel
cold and a mimic of the silken steel

need of the moment in me
the animal inside i want you to see
for this is a moment split
you shud run before you're bit

the Lips so scarlet, they shiver
mane of your hair flow like a River
the eyes so piercing, at me they stare
the face of an angel, not a hint of scare
oh woman trust me you must not
for a moster inside i am
your skin so pure
an heart o gold
of this i am so sure
my curse you will unfold

set me free
an i promise thee
a life of a mortal will i spend
in your arms
and in your Love
my sin and deed so dire i shall end

Love me
my Angel ..
for my Blood so cold
an heart so dead
of Life and Love
... i need to be told

Its you,i want to be my Start
from you i'd die bein apart
its you who wud, my life, Define
its you .. i want to be Mine

Kiss me and make me a mortal
rid me of this inner beast..
give my body a soul, a key
Livin this Life i'd consider eternity
for i Love thee.
My Woman.
its jus you..
..who Makes me Human.

Eternal..

In simplicity of Want.
for the want of Livin..
in Living this life an standing up to it..
and Standing up to Love.

from wut means my name
to a person outdated i became
yet, wut i care is abt you
beyond time, this..
is wut I'll always do.

My Love was neither abt sayings great
nor steered by the choices made
I believe in my efforts to turn fate
this, my stance, wud never fade.

Whatever Life my Dream Shows
never be touched by remorse
for not seein dem happen.
an Utopia of hope, Lived and built.
now a broken dream..
.. of helplessness an Guilt.

Neither can i drown in booze
nor bein high can i numb my pain
my deed is not for me to choose
to give you all i can.
.. in wut has of me remain


My Love,
is not in minutes,hours or time bent
but in the moments spent
aint in the passing seasons four
but in to beyond from before
not in the females lookin so fine
but in the heart o woman who is mine
the distance that makes us far or close
the memories few, i live in those
i can be only so much. so much i can take
the nightmare I've been to you
from that i wud never awake.

Déjà Vu

He walks faster,feeling much fit to walk at an age pushing 60, reaches a few feet ahead and turns around to look at the woman he chose to spend his life with.. walking slowly. Her every step in the gait that makes him feel like he is blessed to have walked his life through with her. Its as if her composure, calm and confidence come as a part of her existance, an earth sign herself. so graceful.
He feels his heart beat faster, flushin a sense of immense attraction, still feeling vulnerable to. She notices his glance kiss her aura.She does the same gesture of running her fingers in her tresses. He feels his heart skip a beat.
There.
That was the Moment.
After six years and a lifetime of eager.
This was the Exact moment he fell in Love. with her presence.HER.
The first time he saw her..

Jus the way he had taken those few steps ahead. to look at her a hearts fill. jus the way she ran her fingers in her tresses. moments turned to time and time passed by. Lived.

Jus as he was thinkin ..déjà vu.
She walks closer to him extends her arm. her fingers still slide into his, jus as the time they held hands first. the same smile, promising love, curves her lips.
feels like a lifetime lived.
All those moments of happiness that they waited for after every fight have been lived. every bad memory, argued about, won, lost and forgotten.
All that remained was the warmth of pullin her closer. No malice impending. No patience survived. No bad memory remembered. Love. thats all that was.
He chuckles . she Understands his mockery was abt the stupidity they shared more than their Love. She remembers their Love anthem. it was jus one line.
"We'll never have a last day together" he'd said.
and then,
She kisses his cheek.

now THAT. didnt happen wen he First saw her. He smiles ..:)

Negative Reality

Its not these steps i've walked through
for their depth weighs me down
makes me wonder, if all they made of me
is a burden to myelf or did they make of me
the person to me that i've known.

I dont wanna close my eyes.
dont want these dreams of unseen
for they make me weak.
I dont wanna close my eyes.
and be Haunted by the nightmares of the known
its in the beyond i seek
cant hold back.
my eyes go shut. helplessness so dark.
i see white sky an Black stars.
into the endless i fall
of a Negative Reality.

Day 2 ,Team Work

For all the planning and the execution that was put into in outlining even the details we cud imagine, it turned out, my estimate stood no chance. The most striking hit was the Freeze temperatures.Though we were wrapped in wool, the nights wud engulf us with the chill in the air around, all the more a reason for us to Find nooks an corners an slices o time to sneak out an have a smoke. it was much more fun listenin to KC cuss :) abt the no-smokin rules .

The mornin was all sketched out. a jog for a warm up.few stretch-ercises. unpatables fer breakfast. and we were to get a teaser of the trek and the climb. it was indeed a small climb uphill. but well laid a track with a few steep enough patches. i think the whole team o 12 somehow came to an understanding of watchin each others back.

Team work. thats wut the day was for us all. We underwent formal introduction sessions an mutual appreciation.As a human trait from ages we elected our team leader, Hetal, who was able an a really sweet girl. easygoing and alert. Quite analogous to the Class Monitor who wud write my name on the black board,all my school life.

Upon us was the task of Entertaining the camp later that night. I really wished and genuinely put forth my worthy exemption.didnt work. does anythin ever?. so there were many an idea an we all zeroed in a Spoof of the Entire Trek. and a national integration retro track in all possible indian tongue, which we all still keep chantin during our nightmares.for it scarred our childhood enuf being played all over DD channels.

End of the day,somehow the camp really was fun.
examples : winners
a.the most insanely trippy "camp fire" which was a a psychedelic assortion of electric lights. in a frenzy color vibe.
b.the warm bournvita
c.the Wierd teddy/disney/bunny shaped trash cans which undeniably looked like either they were gettin humped.or being humped.
d.KC's GIRL. she was this buxom bomb. we all instantly agreed that she was for KC and KC alone.(he was the first to say shez mine.One must understand why!!! :P)
e.sneakin out to the loo late night for a smoke makin phony smoke in the chills :P
:)..

Pritam Singh, and Meat for teeth

FOr all good reasons that drive me to it, I am a 'very' Non-Vegetarian person. There is somethin abt "meat under the teeth" which my appetite strictly adheres to.

Babeli Base camp provided us wid some cooked edibles which were distinctly devoid of chicken. Ben an I both of us were extremely disappointed and decide not to give up. Group in KC and we head out fer a stroll hoping to have a decent meal. turns out not one of the dhabas there serve non-veg food. Fact was not jus disappointing but very disheartening. nevertheless we wud not give up an we take our walk farther, jus so we might as well scope out our surrounding area.

The white waters runnin beside the road, of the river Beas were so vibrant and energetic.In every curve the rapids grew stronger.everythin abt himachal it seemed, had its own charm to it.


We Passed by a souvenir place filled wid crafted decoratives. petty but handicrafted. We get to see how Shawls, the famous woolen wraps, were woven. they literally thread their livelihood.


We stalled our walk fer some fruit extract juice. tangy and refreshing, plus, we had an additional entertainment to watch a playful school of fish in a pool.with our drink done we take back to steps an passed over this gruesomely horrific 'dragon' carved from driftwood by a Baba.A middle aged dude dressed in long orange clothes. not jus that, he had a whole collection of his psychotic-art. There was no doubt that the stubb in his mouth was a joint. too bad we cudnt score. dat dude was definately havin a bad trip.


Before we got outta that scare, hunger panged in our stomachs. We questioned the locals one and too many if we cud find some place to have a decent meat meal. The roads curved to emptiness and disappontment. our last hope walked by to us downhill. An Elderly chap who seemed to be quite amused by 3 stooges craving for chicken. He lets a chuckle after another and leads us to a place where he claimed, a meal of our choice cud be arranged.and so it was.At his very Own Dhaba.we Had to buy some freshly skinned chicken and get it cooked.Jaggu the cook made the wait worthwile. We diced the time with some Splendid tea and the leisure of lighting up. before a few tunes from bollywood ended from the player in shack, the food was ready.

Ben KC an I were Never so hungry for chicken. the crave built up a scrumptuous appetite. and the meal was absolutely delicious. Atlast we found our Sneak out non veg snack shack.

Pritam Singh da Dhaba.