The crappy tussle,
The smile so subtle.
The karma magic,
The crazy logic.
The scientist song,
The dreaming long.
The collected cans,
The complaisance.
The extreme ways,
The pissed off face.
The disorientation,
The trepidation.
The rooftop talks,
The undid knots
The crapulence,
The abstinence.
The sleepless night,
The diffused light.
The softest touch,
The sound of "hush".
The brooklyn mug,
The perfect hug.
The french omelette,
The colour violet.
The reckless heart,
The faux-pas.
The veins so stressed,
The hair unkempt
The sleepy voice,
Leaves no choice....
Friday, August 27, 2010
I Leave behind...
I walk out of this party in all drunkenness,
My heart inundated with youth’s sunkenness.
I dread what will become of me,
For so reckless I have always been.
It is beautiful, and I’m drunk and high,
The party is hovering in fronta my mind’s eye.
I have an urge to return,
But I do know there’s more to yearn.
For there’s so much more to learn,
And this recklessness I should burn.
By and by I come to thee,
For your sake from the party I flee.
Last word with you will have me revivified,
It’s in your arms hereby, I wish I died.
You are the one I dreamt for so long,
Time has come when I say that song.
I walk and walk with the vision so blurred,
I shouted to them , but no one heard.
I relished the drinks and music there,
But when I left,there wasn’t a sole to care.
Violent winds penetrate this gut of mine,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
This teal-taffeta that I’m dressed up in,
And winds make me faint for so much I sinned.
I swivel to see if I have come too far,
But neither a speck of light, nor a single star.
I feel lost, so lost inside,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
I’ve hurt my leg, my hands, my soul inside,
And the pain as if I’m firmly tied.
I see a man, from his horse,alight,
And question if he would give me a ride?
That’s when to another side he veered,
I cried out loud but no one appeared.
I freeze and freeze as if it were rigor mortis,
Will any one take me to where his fort is?
I no longer yearn for those tequila and lime,
Am I reaching you or am I short of time?
My heart inundated with youth’s sunkenness.
I dread what will become of me,
For so reckless I have always been.
It is beautiful, and I’m drunk and high,
The party is hovering in fronta my mind’s eye.
I have an urge to return,
But I do know there’s more to yearn.
For there’s so much more to learn,
And this recklessness I should burn.
By and by I come to thee,
For your sake from the party I flee.
Last word with you will have me revivified,
It’s in your arms hereby, I wish I died.
You are the one I dreamt for so long,
Time has come when I say that song.
I walk and walk with the vision so blurred,
I shouted to them , but no one heard.
I relished the drinks and music there,
But when I left,there wasn’t a sole to care.
Violent winds penetrate this gut of mine,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
This teal-taffeta that I’m dressed up in,
And winds make me faint for so much I sinned.
I swivel to see if I have come too far,
But neither a speck of light, nor a single star.
I feel lost, so lost inside,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
I’ve hurt my leg, my hands, my soul inside,
And the pain as if I’m firmly tied.
I see a man, from his horse,alight,
And question if he would give me a ride?
That’s when to another side he veered,
I cried out loud but no one appeared.
I freeze and freeze as if it were rigor mortis,
Will any one take me to where his fort is?
I no longer yearn for those tequila and lime,
Am I reaching you or am I short of time?
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Nightmare
I was effete ,i was callow
Hit the rock,when the path got narrow
Breaking my wing, i fall back on earth
Realizing my wound, i realize my worth.
The edge of the cliff you take me to,
I beg ,i plead but you turn so blue,
For the blood just ebbed from the heart of you
And this cold thing i hardly knew.
I try to fly but all in vain
For the broken wing and so much pain.
The lightning and thunder, it begins to rain
My elysian world begins to drain.
I scream ,i shout,this is not our fate,
There's no such way you would corroborate,
For the bosom deluging with so much hate,
The eyes so cold and obdurate.
The tennuous thread while you cut i see,
One last chance ,i beg and plea,
Till the last drop of hope my heart could weep
Then i close my eyes and take a leap.
I drown and drown in this stygian sea
And the water begins asphyxating me.
I forego the struggle ,for the hope just left
I feel bereaved,forlorn and oh so bereft.
Just when the life begins to recede,
A salubrious touch on the hand i feel.
with so much effort i open my bleary eyes
The warm sunshine,your angel smile,
Realizing the nightmare,i take a deep sigh.
Hit the rock,when the path got narrow
Breaking my wing, i fall back on earth
Realizing my wound, i realize my worth.
The edge of the cliff you take me to,
I beg ,i plead but you turn so blue,
For the blood just ebbed from the heart of you
And this cold thing i hardly knew.
I try to fly but all in vain
For the broken wing and so much pain.
The lightning and thunder, it begins to rain
My elysian world begins to drain.
I scream ,i shout,this is not our fate,
There's no such way you would corroborate,
For the bosom deluging with so much hate,
The eyes so cold and obdurate.
The tennuous thread while you cut i see,
One last chance ,i beg and plea,
Till the last drop of hope my heart could weep
Then i close my eyes and take a leap.
I drown and drown in this stygian sea
And the water begins asphyxating me.
I forego the struggle ,for the hope just left
I feel bereaved,forlorn and oh so bereft.
Just when the life begins to recede,
A salubrious touch on the hand i feel.
with so much effort i open my bleary eyes
The warm sunshine,your angel smile,
Realizing the nightmare,i take a deep sigh.
Monday, June 1, 2009
KEYNES or HAYEK?
Governments across the globe are using Keynesian stimuli to revive drooping economies. Even George Bush has presided over the greatest stimuli in
US history, with a projected fiscal deficit of $1.2 trillion and monetary injection of almost $2 trillion by the Fed. But is the recession Keynesian? Trillions of dollars of stimuli have failed to end the downswing. Keynesians argue that even trillions are not enough. Really? The current recession looks more Hayekian than Keynesian. A Keynesian recession represents a sudden fall in demand, and can be remedied within six months by pumping enough purchasing power into the economy. A Hayekian recession, however, is caused by misallocation of resources over a long period, driven by unrealistic interest rates, ending in a bust that requires years of structural adjustment. Such a recession can last a decade (as in Japan in the 1990s). The many recessions between World War II and the oil shock of 1973 proved amenable to Keynesian remedies. But 1973-80 witnessed a Hayekian recession, caused by excess pumping of money into economies in an attempt to stimulate them. Rising trade union demands meant that the stimuli translated into higher wages and inflation, not higher production. After this era of stagflation, economists could hardly utter the word ‘Keynesian’ without a snigger — it had become a joke. However, the recessions of 1991 and 2001 were mild affairs remediable by Keynesian stimuli. Keynes was back in fashion. So, when the subprime mortgage crisis hit the US in 2007, it responded with Keynesian nostrums. But to no avail. Politicians want to be seen as quick and effective. They love Keynesianism, which puts them in the driver’s seat, allowing them to portray recessions as caused by greedy business villains, and paint themselves as rescuers. But Hayekian recessions occur when politicians themselves distort the economy for years, creating misallocations of resources that ultimately prove unsustainable. The consequent bust cannot be ended by pumping in more money. Rather, the entire economic structure must change to correct the historical misallocations, and make future growth sustainable. This involves wrenching changes in individual, corporate and political behaviour. Neither the public nor politicians are quick to acknowledge a Hayekian recession. They would rather hope it is Keynesian, remediable by pumping in more money. Yet at some point somebody will surely declare that Emperor Keynes has no clothes.
US history, with a projected fiscal deficit of $1.2 trillion and monetary injection of almost $2 trillion by the Fed. But is the recession Keynesian? Trillions of dollars of stimuli have failed to end the downswing. Keynesians argue that even trillions are not enough. Really? The current recession looks more Hayekian than Keynesian. A Keynesian recession represents a sudden fall in demand, and can be remedied within six months by pumping enough purchasing power into the economy. A Hayekian recession, however, is caused by misallocation of resources over a long period, driven by unrealistic interest rates, ending in a bust that requires years of structural adjustment. Such a recession can last a decade (as in Japan in the 1990s). The many recessions between World War II and the oil shock of 1973 proved amenable to Keynesian remedies. But 1973-80 witnessed a Hayekian recession, caused by excess pumping of money into economies in an attempt to stimulate them. Rising trade union demands meant that the stimuli translated into higher wages and inflation, not higher production. After this era of stagflation, economists could hardly utter the word ‘Keynesian’ without a snigger — it had become a joke. However, the recessions of 1991 and 2001 were mild affairs remediable by Keynesian stimuli. Keynes was back in fashion. So, when the subprime mortgage crisis hit the US in 2007, it responded with Keynesian nostrums. But to no avail. Politicians want to be seen as quick and effective. They love Keynesianism, which puts them in the driver’s seat, allowing them to portray recessions as caused by greedy business villains, and paint themselves as rescuers. But Hayekian recessions occur when politicians themselves distort the economy for years, creating misallocations of resources that ultimately prove unsustainable. The consequent bust cannot be ended by pumping in more money. Rather, the entire economic structure must change to correct the historical misallocations, and make future growth sustainable. This involves wrenching changes in individual, corporate and political behaviour. Neither the public nor politicians are quick to acknowledge a Hayekian recession. They would rather hope it is Keynesian, remediable by pumping in more money. Yet at some point somebody will surely declare that Emperor Keynes has no clothes.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
psychotic that i have become!
I am almost psychotic when I’m all alone,
I don’t leave the class when everybody’s done
I stare at things where they are broken,
some say I’m gawky, others brand me as weird
but who knows, who knows the old me just dissappeard
In this tenebrous night,
I feel like stone blind
My heart stops to throb
And cold turns my spine
The sweet taste you left turns bitter in my mouth
Crawls into my head and that’s where it shouts
I feel I’ve touched this apogee
From where I cant get any higher if I am to survive
Succumbing to this game, I loosen myself for a dive
I fall and fall to reach this conjoint
Why are you holding me now, when there’s no point?
Not in the least I’ll give you another chance,
Not before you go through my kind of trance
Your merciful words don’t touch me a bit
So look into my eyes, open up the lid
The redness will speak of the blunders you did
They’ll give you shudders deep inside
In this sombre, I’ll watch you suffer right by my side
I feel my heart throb and this time it’s better
But the blood through it is dark and darker than ever
Coz this is where you parasitized
Didn’t unhold no matter how hard I tried
So I cut down all cords to live with this fever
And now that you are gone.
I feel like newly born
With my insides all transmogrified to thorns…
I don’t leave the class when everybody’s done
I stare at things where they are broken,
some say I’m gawky, others brand me as weird
but who knows, who knows the old me just dissappeard
In this tenebrous night,
I feel like stone blind
My heart stops to throb
And cold turns my spine
The sweet taste you left turns bitter in my mouth
Crawls into my head and that’s where it shouts
I feel I’ve touched this apogee
From where I cant get any higher if I am to survive
Succumbing to this game, I loosen myself for a dive
I fall and fall to reach this conjoint
Why are you holding me now, when there’s no point?
Not in the least I’ll give you another chance,
Not before you go through my kind of trance
Your merciful words don’t touch me a bit
So look into my eyes, open up the lid
The redness will speak of the blunders you did
They’ll give you shudders deep inside
In this sombre, I’ll watch you suffer right by my side
I feel my heart throb and this time it’s better
But the blood through it is dark and darker than ever
Coz this is where you parasitized
Didn’t unhold no matter how hard I tried
So I cut down all cords to live with this fever
And now that you are gone.
I feel like newly born
With my insides all transmogrified to thorns…
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