tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269873682012-02-16T18:50:45.705+05:30if you have nothing to say, say it here. if you have something to say, trash it in this dustbinhecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-11462885133288852252011-09-27T18:27:00.001+05:302011-09-27T18:30:31.953+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><b><i>speed of fright</i></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">relativity's death<div>i declare </div><div>with great sorrow</div><div>discover it i did</div><div>in the test</div><div>i'll do tomorrow</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-1146288513328885225?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-31391760547145138982011-09-27T17:55:00.002+05:302011-09-28T11:30:05.152+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div><b><i>inner vision</i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>the light that shines within</div><div>is a reflected moon</div><div>and the satellite dish</div><div>ran away with the tycoon</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-3139176054714513898?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-2847639646118454112011-02-01T08:23:00.022+05:302011-02-21T10:00:35.473+05:30<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">birthday blues</span></i></b><div><br /></div><div>i hate having birthdays<div>but i'm loving growing old</div><div>my baby's sitting beside me</div><div>and my teeth, they're flashing gold</div><div><br /></div><div>blow the cake, blow the candle</div><div>the icing's borderline</div><div>don't send no card no present</div><div>no strip-o-gram no red wine</div><div><br /></div><div>youth is just a stopping stage</div><div>party time juvenile</div><div>all that high-time-flyin</div><div>soon goes out of style</div><div><br /></div><div>blow the cake, blow the candle</div><div>the icing's borderline</div><div>don't send no card no present</div><div>no strip-o-gram no red wine</div><div><br /></div><div>age has made me hairless,</div><div>lame, blind, asinine</div><div>but my baby's lying beside me</div><div>and that's the bottomline</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-284763964611845411?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-31258153789382223282010-07-13T10:54:00.005+05:302010-07-13T11:06:55.887+05:30<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">WORLD CUP 2010</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br />Ghana</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">hands rise in despair<br />praying; divine cross bars goal<br />why must god take sides</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Diego Maradona</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">hop skip little jump<br />the ball is now out of bounds<br />god has been sidelined</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Brazil</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">gods play with mortals<br />stamp of class, clockwork orange<br />zeus is thunderstruck</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Germany</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">youth take wings soar high<br />redgold hunter passes nets<br />paul cephalogod<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >The Final</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">orange yellow dead<br />twilight, one more red flicker<br />gods in rainbow land</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-3125815378938222328?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-40389648034490026072010-07-04T10:31:00.002+05:302010-07-04T10:33:14.574+05:30inose <br /> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta 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style="font-size: 60pt; line-height: 50%;" lang="PT-BR">n01se<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 65%;"><span style="font-size: 54pt; line-height: 65%;" lang="PT-BR">iKN0WS<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 50%;"><span style="font-size: 28pt; line-height: 50%;" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 28pt;" lang="PT-BR"><span style=""> </span></span><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="PT-BR"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-4038964803449002607?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-48098752500383154512009-06-28T17:37:00.001+05:302009-06-30T09:55:24.176+05:30andrew symonds, reprise<br /><br />i didn't stop to think, i had a drink<br />b'fore i knew, t'was the end of a dream<br />hey you, they said, you can't be you<br />you're not one, just part of the team<br /><br />now the baggy green i value keen<br />paid for it with damaged knee<br />but tis a heavy price not being free<br />so, sorry mate; i'm no ewe, i'd rather be me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-4809875250038315451?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-30112855029251118462008-10-14T12:19:00.000+05:302008-10-14T12:40:25.324+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJdXO0GzZc/SPRF0-XaWeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/DOkFqyw_AQc/s1600-h/422+sunrise+on+Panchchuli+5+to+1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJdXO0GzZc/SPRF0-XaWeI/AAAAAAAAAhw/DOkFqyw_AQc/s200/422+sunrise+on+Panchchuli+5+to+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256903441444919778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>panchchuli blues<br /><br /><br /><br />i'm a downhill trekker<br />and i've got the uphill blues<br />i'm a downhill trekker<br />and i've got the uphill blues<br />my boots were made for walking<br />my girl wears running shoes<br /><br />panch-a-chuli panch-a-chuli<br />you're so mighty high<br />panch-a-chuli, panch-a-chuli<br />why d'you make me cry<br /><br />she looks down at me<br />sitting at the very top<br />she looks down at me<br />sitting at the very top<br />panch-a-chuli<br />2, 3, 4, 5 stop<br /><br />panch-a-chuli panch-a-chuli<br />you're so mighty high<br />panch-a-chuli, panch-a-chuli<br />why d'you make me cry<br /><br />peeking behind duktu<br />she makes my heart go thump<br />peeking behind duktu<br />she makes my heart go thump<br />head in the clouds<br />i fall down with a bump<br /><br />panch-a-chuli panch-a-chuli<br />you're so mighty high<br />panch-a-chuli, panch-a-chuli<br />why d'you make me cry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-3011285502925111846?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-53403654804097585162008-09-10T16:46:00.000+05:302008-09-12T22:49:52.509+05:302 clever by 1/2<br /><br />i revel in my<br />cleverness;<br />wonder why<br />the crowd<br />can't understand<br /><br />now i stand<br />alone; where's<br />the crowd?<br />i don't<br />understand<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-5340365480409758516?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-43849805717431139942007-10-20T17:15:00.001+05:302010-12-13T18:46:00.771+05:30<div>beyond 20/20</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJdXO0GzZc/TQYcGu3CJ8I/AAAAAAAABkc/335iwzXztfY/s1600/specs.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NPJdXO0GzZc/TQYcGu3CJ8I/AAAAAAAABkc/335iwzXztfY/s200/specs.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550154492764366786" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">a little verse on friend ranmal's exhibit, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">a pair of spectacles made from bicycle wheels, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">in a recent art show ...</span></em><br /><br />out of focus<br />hocus spokus<br />circles frame<br />roundly blame<br />an ungreen vision<br /><br />peddle hope<br />pedaloscope<br />foot up n down<br />greenin' the town<br />a cleaner vision<br /><br />tis spectacular<br />a bike-ocular<br />gandhi glasses<br />moving masses<br />the inner vision</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-4384980571743113994?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-42672616531749450242007-10-18T09:27:00.000+05:302009-06-28T17:36:31.181+05:30ode to andrew symonds<br /><br />i don't hate you, roy,<br />cos you're white, cos you're black<br />i hate you cos i am human<br />and you have what i lack<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-4267261653174945024?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-78750541296708649392007-10-12T09:21:00.000+05:302007-10-12T17:36:23.762+05:30the yesterday blues, take 2<br /><br />i'm in the arctic circle,<br />the sun never rises<br />night is never ending<br />since my baby stopped pretending<br /><br />the yesterday blues<br />i got the yesterday blues<br />beg steal or borrow<br />i can't see tomorrow<br />i got the yesterday blues<br /><br />she hugged me and she squeezed me<br />she made me gasp for air<br />then pawed me and clawed me,<br />she was a polar bear<br /><br />the yesterday blues<br />i got the yesterday blues<br />beg steal or borrow<br />i can't see tomorrow<br />i got the yesterday blues<br /><br />i was laid down in cold ice,<br />i was laid low in snow<br />my mind, soul and body<br />frozen from bare head to toe<br /><br />the yesterday blues<br />i got the yesterday blues<br />beg steal or borrow<br />i can't see tomorrow<br />i got the yesterday blues<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-7875054129670864939?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-38386145469940397242007-10-11T18:24:00.000+05:302010-03-17T23:34:52.018+05:30the yesterday blues, take one<br /><br /><br /><br />the face behind the daily mirror<br />morning reflects glory<br />but you don't want to see it<br />thinking it's the sad old same story<br /><br />afraid to hurt the one you love most<br />afraid to hurt your own self<br />hoarding pages of your past<br />cluttering mindspace in your bookshelf<br /><br />blank all the walls of your jailhouse<br />you prisoner of yesterday<br />the safety blanket you call memory<br />is just silicon wafer wasteaway<br /><br />hope in vain, no better tomorrow<br />pain is everlasting<br />trapped in perpetual motion<br />of self-pitifying lambasting<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-3838614546994039724?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-1174571165151137702007-03-22T20:08:00.000+05:302007-03-22T20:29:25.856+05:30<strong>food for thought</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />corn<br />she us-ness;<br /><br />still born;<br />moonshine<br />memory<br /><br />faded, gone<br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />corn<br />she ens <br />(small<br />measures)<br />little pin pricks<br /><br />corn<br />she ends<br /><br />when thoughts<br />become<br />words<br /><br />sounds<br />become<br />silence<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-117457116515113770?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-1154060842329660612006-07-28T09:55:00.000+05:302007-03-22T20:27:28.506+05:30<strong>new delhi blues</strong><br /><br />she slammed the door<br />her back to my face<br />there's nothing to discuss, she very distantly said<br /><br />unsat, the blue sofa cold<br />undrunk coffee in the pot<br />what's the need for words when the feeling's dead<br /><br />got to get going<br />when the going's good<br />love ain't forever<br />play the next song<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-115406084232966061?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-1147023345084348642006-05-07T22:50:00.000+05:302006-05-07T23:12:10.073+05:30autobiography (the earning years 1988-96)<br /><br />there was this bearded bloke from delhi<br />went to singapore with fire in his belly<br />but eight years took its toll<br />he made money; lost his soul<br />now, the fire's gone out but not the belly<br /><br />autobiography (the retired years 1996-2006)<br /><br />ten years gone in delhi for the bearded one<br />so's some belly (some hard work, some fun)<br />now, he wonders what's next,<br />life in a new context<br />for, what's left when nothing's been done<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-114702334508434864?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26987368.post-1146333330597963322006-04-29T23:14:00.000+05:302006-04-29T23:25:30.616+05:30to be is not to be<br />this is a world<br />of contradictions<br />paradoxes, antinomies<br /><br />where wordless thoughts<br />are transmitted<br />through words<br />(and cruel deeds)<br /><br />and thoughtless words<br />(dime a dozen)<br />never through silence,<br />sowing discontented seeds<br /><br />so if you have something to say<br />beware!<br />the opposite is also true.<br />the truth is opposite y0u<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26987368-114633333059796332?l=dustbinunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hecklerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11091875663053871501noreply@blogger.com3