Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
What it feels like when you don't know what you are lookin for ...
Copy right @ Blue.Divided ... it's still incomplete ...
jab shaam dhaali main dhaal gaya ek robaroo ki talash main ...
jo raat gayi main jal gaya ek shama ke parvan main ...
jo roshni aayi to kahin kho gaya anjani rah main ...
mujhko maaloom na tha ki main abhi manzilon ki talash main ...
mere jindagi sitaron se sazi duniya ho ...
mere muhale main tilasmi nazare ho ...
mere saath ek khoobsurat humdum ho ...
mujkho maaloom na tha ki main abhi jannat ki talash main ...
jab shaam dhaali main dhaal gaya ek robaroo ki talash main ...
jo raat gayi main jal gaya ek shama ke parvan main ...
jo roshni aayi to kahin kho gaya anjani rah main ...
mujhko maaloom na tha ki main abhi manzilon ki talash main ...
mere jindagi sitaron se sazi duniya ho ...
mere muhale main tilasmi nazare ho ...
mere saath ek khoobsurat humdum ho ...
mujkho maaloom na tha ki main abhi jannat ki talash main ...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Lovers Syndrome
Whats up and how are things going for u all, i think u all might be busy thats why you are not getting the time to even reply to my mails, i am pretty fine here and doing whatever i am supposed to do, i guess we should devise something where we can trap all the moments so that no time will ever separate it from us from our pleasant memories, but anyways there are lot more things to explore in this physical world, you can also check out meta physical world if you want to i.e. another world that exists simultaneously at the same place but not at the same time i.e event might be taking place ahead of the time or slower than the time, confusing, no worries, here is the explanation there might be some one sitting close to you but you won't be able to see him or her, the moral of this whole story is that whatever may happen no one will be left alone, its the natures way of looking at things, isn't that great.
Now bit about general stuff this one is special to my friend, room-mate, BTP partner (IIT Delhi slang) who went along with me to meet someone special :). Its called lovers syndrome. Its some kind of illusion when suddenly you see your friends behaving strangely when they are on date. I really had great company provided by someone special girl's girl gang but I was really surprised at both of them as if like all of us expect them are out of this world and we don't belong here. It was kind of funny and strange, I told them and they shied away. Reminder its called Lovers Syndrome.
Look i don't know how you all will take this poem but the protagonist wrote it because he is jealous of his room-mate and his new found lady love and more jealous of this new found lady love, the reason he knows that his room-mate is having a girlfriend but he doesn't expect her to be really someone special, its the first time she is meeting him and she is like a friend to protagonist too and that is the reason he is under delusion, he doesn't know why she is so much affectionate toward his room-mate and she is not talking to him, Is she something personal to his room-mate, he just wants to talk to her and get as much attention as she is showing it to him and guess this world is not seeing it and he doesn't believe it and he thinks that all he is seeing is just illusion and he expect somebody to break the spell that he is getting uncomfortable with, he is thinking that she is playing this game with him so that she gets the affection and importance from his room-mate her boyfriend, but this is beyond what he can take from two of them, he is friend and he should not be left alone, now it becomes the war between the three of them and feeling short of strength as his room-mate and his lady love is on one side and he is alone on the other side.
The last two para is just the fierceness of the battle that he is fighting with the his room-mate and his new found love, he is still unsure about what phase of game he is in and how to get out as everybody is just pretending that they have got over with the battle and they have won, but he is confident that he is not going to win the battle and finally he is just stupefied, and he is pledging god to help him break free the spell that is the creation of his mind that has nothing to do with his room-mate and his new found love, onus on his life, it's called lovers syndrome.
Here is the song that i wrote for them.
Battle never won
Things were still the same
But the distance closed up
Fear to face the truth
Started creeping up
It just began
When i walked down my memory lane
I see friends, every one partying at diva plane
Red grapes, strawberry cocktails, lemonade
Songs, stories, cacophony, melodrama every where
Partying at Diva plane
Garden of Eden playing love tune for spring queen
God of Wind dancing all around, swaying down
Desert prince adoring lovely princess of mountain
Sun shining blue brightly and me, falling down
Me falling down
Oh god these delusions, dreams, i am making it up
Some body help me, please wake me up
I am not insane, oh i am still begging for it
It’s the game she played that tricked me for long
She tricked me
I am still unsure, what phase is it
No one knows the answer, who was the first
Everyone pretends, they are the one
Oh God I am stupefied, can i break free from it
Can i Break Free from
Confluence or the lonely cage with the golden bars
Acceptance or the perception of her mortal self
Ecstasy of her triumph or the battle that i lost to her
Her love or my sacrifice she doesn’t care
Free, freedom, my friend
cheers to both of them (love both of you)
blue_divided
Now bit about general stuff this one is special to my friend, room-mate, BTP partner (IIT Delhi slang) who went along with me to meet someone special :). Its called lovers syndrome. Its some kind of illusion when suddenly you see your friends behaving strangely when they are on date. I really had great company provided by someone special girl's girl gang but I was really surprised at both of them as if like all of us expect them are out of this world and we don't belong here. It was kind of funny and strange, I told them and they shied away. Reminder its called Lovers Syndrome.
Look i don't know how you all will take this poem but the protagonist wrote it because he is jealous of his room-mate and his new found lady love and more jealous of this new found lady love, the reason he knows that his room-mate is having a girlfriend but he doesn't expect her to be really someone special, its the first time she is meeting him and she is like a friend to protagonist too and that is the reason he is under delusion, he doesn't know why she is so much affectionate toward his room-mate and she is not talking to him, Is she something personal to his room-mate, he just wants to talk to her and get as much attention as she is showing it to him and guess this world is not seeing it and he doesn't believe it and he thinks that all he is seeing is just illusion and he expect somebody to break the spell that he is getting uncomfortable with, he is thinking that she is playing this game with him so that she gets the affection and importance from his room-mate her boyfriend, but this is beyond what he can take from two of them, he is friend and he should not be left alone, now it becomes the war between the three of them and feeling short of strength as his room-mate and his lady love is on one side and he is alone on the other side.
The last two para is just the fierceness of the battle that he is fighting with the his room-mate and his new found love, he is still unsure about what phase of game he is in and how to get out as everybody is just pretending that they have got over with the battle and they have won, but he is confident that he is not going to win the battle and finally he is just stupefied, and he is pledging god to help him break free the spell that is the creation of his mind that has nothing to do with his room-mate and his new found love, onus on his life, it's called lovers syndrome.
Here is the song that i wrote for them.
Battle never won
Things were still the same
But the distance closed up
Fear to face the truth
Started creeping up
It just began
When i walked down my memory lane
I see friends, every one partying at diva plane
Red grapes, strawberry cocktails, lemonade
Songs, stories, cacophony, melodrama every where
Partying at Diva plane
Garden of Eden playing love tune for spring queen
God of Wind dancing all around, swaying down
Desert prince adoring lovely princess of mountain
Sun shining blue brightly and me, falling down
Me falling down
Oh god these delusions, dreams, i am making it up
Some body help me, please wake me up
I am not insane, oh i am still begging for it
It’s the game she played that tricked me for long
She tricked me
I am still unsure, what phase is it
No one knows the answer, who was the first
Everyone pretends, they are the one
Oh God I am stupefied, can i break free from it
Can i Break Free from
Confluence or the lonely cage with the golden bars
Acceptance or the perception of her mortal self
Ecstasy of her triumph or the battle that i lost to her
Her love or my sacrifice she doesn’t care
Free, freedom, my friend
cheers to both of them (love both of you)
blue_divided
Midnight Blue's
It started with a simple observation that there are things, events that give us happiness without any logic. I am talking about something which make people feel happy like when they get married, get a raise or promotion in their company, score 100/100 in a mathematics exam. These events strengthened the logic that one has achieved something; similarly there are mutliple reasons and logic behind one's happiness. But i am talking about something different like one of those things that give us happiness without any reason or logic behind them. This is bit difficult to explain as we dont know ourselves that we felt happy at those times, but its true that you enjoy it most, the look and feel some thing which gives you happiness without any logic seems to be coolest gift from the creator.
A simple one will be when u sees a cat and dog playing together. Another one will be, seeing the mountain midst of snow and fog, with slight tint of green and blue. Sound of cuckoo, early morning, bells ringing in a temple 5 am before sun rise, sound of water flowing from a waterfall etc. etc.
I dont know but i feel great writing about how much my friends loved me, coz it was first time i was feeling cause i was far, far away from home. The month May, which I am talking about is so strange that either its the summer holidays or friends are busy with their semester exams or with entrance exams (IIT entrance), as i gave 9 years ago, luckily i got into it otherwise it could have been 1 more year, generally people forget it and sometimes i too, thanks to mom and dad, they are always there to remind me that I am grown up kid now.
This normal guitar party at my place, it looks like a story, sort of small budget movie that i witness at every party at my home with my own eyes, of course, sometimes its me who is the bakra (goat), sometimes its I who chooses the bakra. Everyone rocks dance and dance and joined by everyone else and then we have this guitar session (my self, satyam, jesus on vocals and guitars, accomapined by two more vocalist manna, dora, backgroud vocals are all taken care by the girls), it really looks like good band but mind it concert isn't that ordinary, its beyond common man thinking, its not musical, its not harmonic, just beer that tings all. All the street dogs take cover and all the mosquitoes stop flying and all the neighbours have hard time, but luckily no one complaints in the night but they generally mess it up in the morning sending our maid with loads of advice and threat.
Who care's not me in the night, oh shit I do it in the morning. During night no one likes to sleep except few odd one who are looking for small window of opportunity to speak their mind, but not for long, they can't be away from the party, its not allowed not at my place. The we start playing Flash with match sticks as token for money or wolves on paper and then the argument goes over to proving one self and then is the time to find our bakra's and all the fun moment and after that no memories of any sort.
Come the morning light baby and my maid rings the bell.
Wanga Inga ponga party aiyo.
cheers
blue_divided
A simple one will be when u sees a cat and dog playing together. Another one will be, seeing the mountain midst of snow and fog, with slight tint of green and blue. Sound of cuckoo, early morning, bells ringing in a temple 5 am before sun rise, sound of water flowing from a waterfall etc. etc.
I dont know but i feel great writing about how much my friends loved me, coz it was first time i was feeling cause i was far, far away from home. The month May, which I am talking about is so strange that either its the summer holidays or friends are busy with their semester exams or with entrance exams (IIT entrance), as i gave 9 years ago, luckily i got into it otherwise it could have been 1 more year, generally people forget it and sometimes i too, thanks to mom and dad, they are always there to remind me that I am grown up kid now.
This normal guitar party at my place, it looks like a story, sort of small budget movie that i witness at every party at my home with my own eyes, of course, sometimes its me who is the bakra (goat), sometimes its I who chooses the bakra. Everyone rocks dance and dance and joined by everyone else and then we have this guitar session (my self, satyam, jesus on vocals and guitars, accomapined by two more vocalist manna, dora, backgroud vocals are all taken care by the girls), it really looks like good band but mind it concert isn't that ordinary, its beyond common man thinking, its not musical, its not harmonic, just beer that tings all. All the street dogs take cover and all the mosquitoes stop flying and all the neighbours have hard time, but luckily no one complaints in the night but they generally mess it up in the morning sending our maid with loads of advice and threat.
Who care's not me in the night, oh shit I do it in the morning. During night no one likes to sleep except few odd one who are looking for small window of opportunity to speak their mind, but not for long, they can't be away from the party, its not allowed not at my place. The we start playing Flash with match sticks as token for money or wolves on paper and then the argument goes over to proving one self and then is the time to find our bakra's and all the fun moment and after that no memories of any sort.
Come the morning light baby and my maid rings the bell.
Wanga Inga ponga party aiyo.
cheers
blue_divided
All that glitter's is gold
copyright @ Shivam ... it's complete for now :) enjoy papa's maadi's maadu's chulu's and everyone else
aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...
purane lamhon main kuch is tarah kho jata hoon ...
papa ki daat padh le warna fail ho jaana tane ...
maa ka pyar kha le warna sookh jaana tane ...
bhai ki choclate chupke se kaha jaana mane ...
doston ke saath us haseen padosi ki rah dekhna mane ...
woh haseen mulakaten Mc'D's par ghanto time bitana apne ...
har pal jate aaj bhi jab aankhen band karta hoon ...
fir se us purane waqt main ek bar aur kho jaata hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
college ke woh din sasi ki chai jane kyon yaad aata hai ...
woh bak bak woh night out kyon bhulaya nahi jaata hai ...
woh aashique main chade parwana bane firna ...
woh kadki main chai aur sutta share karna ...
hum roz wing main gulzar bane love guru ke gyan sunna ...
woh naye naye ideas par companiyan khadi kar dena ...
na jaane aaj bhi kyon woh mere doston ka mere saath hasna ...
woh roomie ka breakup hone par usse treat lena ...
woh contri ke funde woh jungle main mangal geet gaana ...
woh back bench main kaale ki class main sona ...
semester khatam hone par border par beer ki ganga bhana ...
aur lamha lamha gadi rok kar hari grass tar karna ...
jab sochta hoon fir se bachpan main khoya pata hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
umeed ke buland sitaron ko jab falak se jhaak kar dekhta hoon ...
unhe gardish main kahin chup chap chupe nazar paata hoon ...
kaash mere pankh hote uski khusboo ki talash main awara udta ...
uske husn ko ek baar phir nazron main kaid kar leta ...
har khushi har gum se phir begana phirta ...
har sharam har nazar ko phir chori kar leta ...
mere dost mere waqt main tera rahnugar hoon ...
aane wale kal me main bhi biwi bachchon sahit settled hoon ...
manzil kitni hi door sahi rasta kitna kathin hi sahi ...
isbar tu dekh tujhse teez main udta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
Please leave out your valuable comments and suggestions ...
cheers
blue_divided
aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...
purane lamhon main kuch is tarah kho jata hoon ...
papa ki daat padh le warna fail ho jaana tane ...
maa ka pyar kha le warna sookh jaana tane ...
bhai ki choclate chupke se kaha jaana mane ...
doston ke saath us haseen padosi ki rah dekhna mane ...
woh haseen mulakaten Mc'D's par ghanto time bitana apne ...
har pal jate aaj bhi jab aankhen band karta hoon ...
fir se us purane waqt main ek bar aur kho jaata hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
college ke woh din sasi ki chai jane kyon yaad aata hai ...
woh bak bak woh night out kyon bhulaya nahi jaata hai ...
woh aashique main chade parwana bane firna ...
woh kadki main chai aur sutta share karna ...
hum roz wing main gulzar bane love guru ke gyan sunna ...
woh naye naye ideas par companiyan khadi kar dena ...
na jaane aaj bhi kyon woh mere doston ka mere saath hasna ...
woh roomie ka breakup hone par usse treat lena ...
woh contri ke funde woh jungle main mangal geet gaana ...
woh back bench main kaale ki class main sona ...
semester khatam hone par border par beer ki ganga bhana ...
aur lamha lamha gadi rok kar hari grass tar karna ...
jab sochta hoon fir se bachpan main khoya pata hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
umeed ke buland sitaron ko jab falak se jhaak kar dekhta hoon ...
unhe gardish main kahin chup chap chupe nazar paata hoon ...
kaash mere pankh hote uski khusboo ki talash main awara udta ...
uske husn ko ek baar phir nazron main kaid kar leta ...
har khushi har gum se phir begana phirta ...
har sharam har nazar ko phir chori kar leta ...
mere dost mere waqt main tera rahnugar hoon ...
aane wale kal me main bhi biwi bachchon sahit settled hoon ...
manzil kitni hi door sahi rasta kitna kathin hi sahi ...
isbar tu dekh tujhse teez main udta hoon ...
aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...
Please leave out your valuable comments and suggestions ...
cheers
blue_divided
Shades of God
This poem of mine was pending for a long but i somehow got a reason to finish it off.
All the people have nice and great time.
Days passed glorifying, night went sparklin,
Still something runs back of my mind,
In my life there are many mysteries,
But that reflection still cherished my deep miseries,
Nothing but the face with ocean deep eyes,
She was like a painting with all shades of god,
Her hairs were like Golden River descending from heaven,
Her eyes were lit like thousands twinkle of the night,
It wasn’t just reflection I had been glued to,
It was her innosecence that stole my heart and my mind,
She said nothing but I can hear echo of her thoughts
Stream of mixed emotion flew wild thorough her face
Her hands rolled over my hairs as I was like an unsolved puzzle
Warmth of her breath and boiling drops of emotion splashed my face
Her long lasting dream of setting herself free from her misery came true
A kiss on her forehead closed her eyes and the time became our prisoner
We were mere drops in ocean
Like dust scattered all around the planet
But there was something key to our origin
That made us instance of same derived class
All the same, same old fear and same wanton desires
Everthing has a sense of irony in it that I started to appreciate
I felt to sleep dead and saw all my dreams come true
Bathed in blue light I felt how beautiful life could be
She finally spoke before flowing to the angel’s land
Her voice lighter than air, more melodious than the 13th note
“Solve the puzzle to get the glimpse of blue divided”
I found one clue, all is goverened by the powerful mind
Don’t blame god for letting you suffer your deeds
God is not the master you are the creator of your own destiny
Just think it like this how do u differentiate between good and bad
Only when we define bad and that’s where we all make mistakes
Every single illusion was visible to me, I is the key to break free from
Mind is stronger than what you think it can be, infinity seeks
Free mind, you want it, its your way
Lives are relative to others, sole definition of existence
Sun and stars , are they getting older ? relative relativity
cheers
blue_divided
All the people have nice and great time.
Days passed glorifying, night went sparklin,
Still something runs back of my mind,
In my life there are many mysteries,
But that reflection still cherished my deep miseries,
Nothing but the face with ocean deep eyes,
She was like a painting with all shades of god,
Her hairs were like Golden River descending from heaven,
Her eyes were lit like thousands twinkle of the night,
It wasn’t just reflection I had been glued to,
It was her innosecence that stole my heart and my mind,
She said nothing but I can hear echo of her thoughts
Stream of mixed emotion flew wild thorough her face
Her hands rolled over my hairs as I was like an unsolved puzzle
Warmth of her breath and boiling drops of emotion splashed my face
Her long lasting dream of setting herself free from her misery came true
A kiss on her forehead closed her eyes and the time became our prisoner
We were mere drops in ocean
Like dust scattered all around the planet
But there was something key to our origin
That made us instance of same derived class
All the same, same old fear and same wanton desires
Everthing has a sense of irony in it that I started to appreciate
I felt to sleep dead and saw all my dreams come true
Bathed in blue light I felt how beautiful life could be
She finally spoke before flowing to the angel’s land
Her voice lighter than air, more melodious than the 13th note
“Solve the puzzle to get the glimpse of blue divided”
I found one clue, all is goverened by the powerful mind
Don’t blame god for letting you suffer your deeds
God is not the master you are the creator of your own destiny
Just think it like this how do u differentiate between good and bad
Only when we define bad and that’s where we all make mistakes
Every single illusion was visible to me, I is the key to break free from
Mind is stronger than what you think it can be, infinity seeks
Free mind, you want it, its your way
Lives are relative to others, sole definition of existence
Sun and stars , are they getting older ? relative relativity
cheers
blue_divided
Time Travel
I had written this lyrics for some of the underdogs and one day while just thought of composing a song ... another gospel of Chulosophy
I wrote, composed and sang this song, its home recorded with digital camera, if any one wants to listen to it check it out on http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders
dyin dyin dyin i wana take this pain,
lyin lyin lyin i wanna hold this strain,
liein liein liein i wanna hear u scream,
tryin tryin tryin i wanna be ur dream,
hold on tight i am gonna take time back,
everynight i am gonna sing a song,
feel me hurt, crying in ur dreams,
i have killed my friends,
i hav killed myself,
dyin, lyin, liein, tryin ...
dyin, lyin, liein, tryin ...
i am fucked up ...
i am dead straight up ...
cheers
blue_divided
I wrote, composed and sang this song, its home recorded with digital camera, if any one wants to listen to it check it out on http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders
dyin dyin dyin i wana take this pain,
lyin lyin lyin i wanna hold this strain,
liein liein liein i wanna hear u scream,
tryin tryin tryin i wanna be ur dream,
hold on tight i am gonna take time back,
everynight i am gonna sing a song,
feel me hurt, crying in ur dreams,
i have killed my friends,
i hav killed myself,
dyin, lyin, liein, tryin ...
dyin, lyin, liein, tryin ...
i am fucked up ...
i am dead straight up ...
cheers
blue_divided
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