The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 2

I showed it UP YOURS when it turned up today morning....it took notice of the fact that someone was standing in the window and then looked upwards, apparently thinking i was pointing to something up there...and then started pecking away... then i had to point my index finger at it... get its attention and then tell it UP YOURS again.... finally and thankfully fucker got the message and flew away...and now i'm mulling over it...Was I torturing the woodpecker or was it the other way round???????? like a frnd says... GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

The Chronicles of The Fucking Woodpecker - 1

No.. am not stoned or drunk...and neither are you (hopefully)...you read the title right...its about a fucking woodpecker. Bugger turns up every morning to tak-tak-tak-tak-tak the hell out of me... the irritating sound it creates would make a cross between himesh reshammiya and marilyn manson seem innocuous...anyways i guess i oughta give you a better insight into the trauma i suffer every morning..

My bedroom is on the second floor of my house... and right opposite to my window is a tall tree of beautiful magnolia flowers... its spring time and the flowers are in full bloom, a great sight to look at the first thing in the morning... but my nocturnal instincts are stronger and i normally dont sleep before 4.30-5.00 am.. and just when my sleep is at its peak....it starts...tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak....

I moved here during the winters... and there was absolutely no scope to practise ornithology...but with the dawn of spring..the birds started flocking arnd in large groups...but its this one that stands out...the fucking woodpecker... there must be about 25 large trees in the same area... some larger than the one thats right next to my window.. but for some strange reason.. the fucker likes only this one. I guess its some weird perverse sadistic motive that the pecker choose this particular tree...doesnt even go elsewhere...and of all the possible spots on this 20 feet tall tree chose one that is bang next to my window..

The trauma has been so tremedous that after one drinking binge with mates..when i got back home...i couldnt sleep with the window open...fearing that the wood pecker would come in and sit and peck on my head instead!! Tired of all this i finally decided to defend my territory ... but then, there wasnt any offensive move from its side that was purely physical in natureand hence, i decided that i must retaliate in the same way...but then HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MENTALLY TORTURE A WOODPECKER?????????? any answers???

Distress Call

Of all the things you have got to say,
There is always someone finding a way,
From half the world away,
You cant get the thoughts to sway,

And after all you cant complain,
Cos you took your last chance once again,
Sitting on the edge of the blade,
Thinking of what your dreams are made,
The faces and figures slowly fade,
Leaving behind a trail of ruby and jade,

The night suddenly seems so long,
No idea what is it that went wrong,
Skies are void of all the birds,
And so is your mind of all the words,

What looks like a really tough time,
Is a bit of rain a bit of sunshine,
You wont have it on you forever,
Cos when it was now or never,
To check you and your freefall,
God sent me to answer your distress call...

Stranger

Seems like life's playing a funny li'l game,
Cos I dont even know your name.
And still you know that i'm lost,
Shivering in the sun, sweating in the frost.

And no its not love,
I aint a stupid dove,
Diving for you,
Yeah but its true,
That flipping through these pages,
My feeling for you is getting stranger,
Feels like you have known me for ages,
But to me you are still a stranger.

Just got one life to live, one tale to tell,
Cant wait for you to ring my doorbell,
Talk to me, through the dark and the light,
Of tomorrow, today, yesterday and tonight,

How can you hear me say,
From that far away,
Doves dont dive,
For double talk and jive.
Coming out on top, going down in style,
This whole game is becoming stranger,
Feels like you found a friend for life,
But for me you are still a stranger.

MayBe

Maybe so many things I wished were true...
Maybe I didnt see that the water is really blue...
Maybe I wont be living this life through...
Maybe it holds nothing for me without you..

Maybe the birds didnt spread the wings to fly...
Maybe the thoughts never really did die...
Maybe I never gave us a try...
Maybe we never really said goodbye....

Maybe this is the start of me not my end...
Maybe I'm an exception just not a trend...
Maybe I'm not a god but a fiend...
Maybe all I need is a friend...

Right words to say

Seasons have come and gone,
You're still talking on the phone,
Walking through the rain,
Trying hard to hide that pain,
That I gave you first,
For I was just,

Not in my senses and I,
Have lost my way,
Through my life trying,
To live on while you pray.
For me in the dark and slow night,
And on the fast and hard day,
But somehow I just cant find,
The right words to say.

The Train of My Thoughts

"Look out of the window, keep staring till you lose the train of thought. You finally see your reflection in the window and in all probability your lips will break into a smile because you realise how you have been looking all these days and how you thought you actually were".

Yeah this doesnt have any relation whatsoever with what i intend to write, but its tough for me to delete such things. Just like memories. They linger on just like the teasing scent of the roses that mum just threw out of the window. I think of it and I see a vase full of bright-coloured yellow roses and when I open my eyes, they are gone. And just like the roses, there are people in life who you instantly see when you close your eyes, but are gone when you come back to reality.

I dont know if its the rough cold weather outside or the fog of my memories inside thats having the effect on me, but it is for sure taking me on a trip down the memory lane. I miss so many people in my life, around whom I thought my life was built. But I've grown up *smirks*, learnt to stand on my own, and like all those who stand on their own, am pretty much alone as well. And confused too. Where is my home? People say home is where heart is. Where is my heart? Do I have one? Do I love anyone? I dont think so, and as people have been pointing out of late, I surely dont love anyone, dont have time for anyone, not for myself as well. not enough to even look into that mirror, to lose my train of thought once again. Not enough time to give life another shot. Maybe..on second thoughts..fuck that..Listen to the whistle, my train has come. the train of my thoughts, to take me someplace where maybe I can know what is it that I really want...