The Address

Wool-gatherer | 3 Aug 2010, 3:39am

A star traveling across the sky
In the formless ominous space
There is no map of the universe
No lamp guide to distance

“Where is the house of the friend?”
The traveler asked at the birth of the moon
And the moon the orb of powdered light
Said in the softest tones of memory

“Before the house of the friend
is the planet of sparkling music
stop there as it flows through you
to reach there slide through that fold of space
just by the drowning crimson supernova”

the traveler looked around and asked again
“Where is the home of the friend?”
said the moon, “In the direction of my gaze”

- A Tribute to Sohrab Sepehri

PS: I'm Back!


At work after 7:30PM

Wool-gatherer | 14 Jul 2006, 7:29pm

The air conditioner whirring

Clickety-clicks of tactile feedback keyboard

Maybe a flip of a page or pages somewhere

Jangling of a bunch of keys

Moans of adjustable seats

Ah the chair on wheels rolls

The murmur must be them office trolls.

Current Music: As described above


Please Dont

Wool-gatherer | 14 Jan 2006, 11:59am
To become a soulless, thoughtless zombie
To become an unfriendly, unfeeling machine
To become an irreverent yet irritable slob
To become dishonest, disgusting rattler
To become a head nodding bobby doll
To become a glib talking, greasy salesman
To have the life wrung out of you
To learn how to sell yourself
Do an MBA

Current Mood: Angry
Current Music: murmur


Plastic Flowers

Wool-gatherer | 12 Jan 2006, 10:32am
You became someone else
When you smiled for someone else
You died and can never be yourself again
You're not real, nor are your emotions
Your thought is borrowed
So are your devotions

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: dont remember



Wool-gatherer | 29 Jul 2005, 10:23pm

Eat a frog first thing in the morning and nothing can go worse the rest of the day but just when u think it can

Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: we didnt start the fire - billy joel


A Call

Wool-gatherer | 28 Jun 2005, 8:07pm


Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: U2- Vertigo


Darkness, my old friend

Wool-gatherer | 26 Apr 2005, 1:25am

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My journey through this tunnel,

Now slowly approaches the end.

The longest swords of light, 

And the darkest wisps fight,

To their territory defend .


Irony, life

Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: Simon & Garphunkel - The Sound of Silence



Wool-gatherer | 7 Jan 2005, 6:15am


Rukaawat keliye khed hai.

Chaar Deewaariyon mein ek ched hai.

Kompyuuter ki khidkiyon ke bhi kaan hote hain,

Bas behre toh sirf insaan hote hain.

hint: translate to yinlish... crossword award , heeere i come :D

Current Mood: Dumb
Current Music: Aaaj amaraiya ke talve talayia


Apocalypse Again!!

Wool-gatherer | 11 Nov 2004, 7:26pm

Bush and Kerry,
quite contrary.

Oranges and lemons,
sold for a Cheney.

Ring-a-ring-a roses
a nation unsoundly dozes

Rock a by baby on the tree top,
when the wind blows the cradle will drop.

And all the doomed army and all the stealth planes,
could not put the world together again!

Dated: November 3rd, 2004.

"May none but honest and wise men ever rule under this roof (White House)." -John Adams, 2nd US President, and the first one to live in the White House (1735-1826)

Guess who's writhing in his grave ...


Current Mood: Amazed
Current Music: Led Zepellin - Babe, Im gonna leave you


Still Crawling

Wool-gatherer | 30 Oct 2004, 6:14am

Caterpillar dreams

Turbid waters

SOS screams

Life in quarters



Current Mood: Confused
Current Music: In my heart - Moby


First Jab

Wool-gatherer | 2 Oct 2004, 11:14am

Empty words and hollow phylactery.
Life, there is no purpose to it,
There is not purpose to this parchment.
Stain, i'm told, colours character,
beauty, pristine debilitating
My pen dare not smear with splatter.

Yet i succumb to the voice of the sinister,
For the universe tends towards chaos.

Ere, i present to you my disturbed space,
To wittness the ravages of disgrace,
Here she lies wordless and tainted,
My virgin, violated.

There is nothing more dibilitating than an empty canvas staring back at you saying ,"you can't paint a thing!" . - Van Gogh (not sure)


Current Mood: Bored
Current Music: Darksides - Paul Oakenfold