Unseen degrees of separation
There's something about chaos. It is found in greatest abundance wherever order is sought. I think thats why it always defeats order, because it is better organised. Chances are some oriental wise-ass might've chronicled this, but it really did dawn on me.
Its my chronicle, the "Chronicles of Naan-yaar?"
A passable symbol of what a fresh graduate goes through when he has bad grades and a sizeable bank loan to clear. A labyrinth of coral caves that echo "huh? whuh? why? whoa, c'mon now..don't be joking."
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light
But is it really the reason for this unbearable canyon of static that I've reached? Is it the reason that my creative sprints seem so fatigued? Is it the reason that my procrastination quotient has beaten all records? I will really never know.
All I choose to know is everything that is here, now and probably in-a-bit. And in a bit, Adi's leaving for the states. The baays are all what we rather reveredly call corporate whores and the times generally are a-changing. (If Uncle Bob got a nickel everytime someone said that, I'd atleast want to be his roadie.)
As we walk away from the rainbows on the most beautiful azure sky, away from THE days of our lives I sit with a plate of pineapple pieces listening to Tangerine Dream, staring at the evolutionary snapshots of our friendship.
We were strangers before separate glances met,
We were new doors to a different world,
We spoke, we sang, we played, we loved and we lived,
We know the melody of our noise,
We know the harmony of our silences,
We thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but
We never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.
The music may stop now and then,
But the strings will remain forever...
Friendship. Respect. Baays.
Its forever man. I just know it! Like K said, we'd probably still go out for last coffee together even when we're seventy. Brainfood and by God, the most exotic of cuisines to deal with!
Its my chronicle, the "Chronicles of Naan-yaar?"
A passable symbol of what a fresh graduate goes through when he has bad grades and a sizeable bank loan to clear. A labyrinth of coral caves that echo "huh? whuh? why? whoa, c'mon now..don't be joking."
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light
But is it really the reason for this unbearable canyon of static that I've reached? Is it the reason that my creative sprints seem so fatigued? Is it the reason that my procrastination quotient has beaten all records? I will really never know.
All I choose to know is everything that is here, now and probably in-a-bit. And in a bit, Adi's leaving for the states. The baays are all what we rather reveredly call corporate whores and the times generally are a-changing. (If Uncle Bob got a nickel everytime someone said that, I'd atleast want to be his roadie.)
As we walk away from the rainbows on the most beautiful azure sky, away from THE days of our lives I sit with a plate of pineapple pieces listening to Tangerine Dream, staring at the evolutionary snapshots of our friendship.
We were strangers before separate glances met,
We were new doors to a different world,
We spoke, we sang, we played, we loved and we lived,
We know the melody of our noise,
We know the harmony of our silences,
We thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but
We never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.
The music may stop now and then,
But the strings will remain forever...
Friendship. Respect. Baays.
Its forever man. I just know it! Like K said, we'd probably still go out for last coffee together even when we're seventy. Brainfood and by God, the most exotic of cuisines to deal with!
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1:54 am
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