A Little Insane

Happy BirthStar

by © Sreekesh Menon at 12:01 AM

Spinning

Crazy Crazy Sexy Sexy
People around

Liter tequila
Golden world
Spinning glittering
Diamond Sky

Crazy Crazy Sexy Sexy
People around

Loud Music
Dance Trance
Spinning tripping
Dance Floor

Crazy Crazy Sexy Sexy
People around

Blood rushing
Heart beating
Spinning speeding
Road rage

Crazy Crazy Sexy Sexy
People around

by © Sreekesh Menon at 11:57 PM

TRUTH IN PERFECT

TRUTH IN PERFECT


She took the long floor to the open window.
It was all empty and a lot scary.
Her eyes strayed and rested on a bird.
In close a strange flying man.

He took her by the arm, and flew,
Up into the emptiness with speed.
In search of good and evil,
And the truth that rested within.

She held on tight, right and left.
Lest her words may fail and fall.
She smiled and let it say all.
And together they watched all flow.

In leaps and dodges they wandered,
Into the depths of the flow,
In search of good and evil,
And the truth that rested within.

The truth needs no explanation,
Only perfection and re-perfection.
The quest of which left many astray,
Perfection will never be a must,
And neither will the entire truth.

The affairs of truth are such,
That the one we hold so near,
Are left to tears with fear,
Still truth holds no peer.

So much to see and know
With time, as the spirit degrades,
We'll step aside and move,
On the path known to many, with
The riddles of love all empty.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 8:33 PM

quotes from : Scent of A Woman

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You are in no position to disagree. I've got a loaded .45; you got pimples.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh but I still smell her. Women. What could you say? Who made 'em? God must've been a fucking genius. Hair. They that hair's everything you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips. And when they touched yours were like that first swallow of wine after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-hah! Big ones, little ones. Nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns, or second-hand Steinways, but what's between them... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing. Pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: HOO-HAH!

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, gentlemen, when the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, uh, Charlie - about your little problem - there are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover. Cover is better.

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Donna: That's amazing!
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well, I'm in the amazing business...

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: It's a great day for singing a song / It's a great day for moving along / It's a great day for morning to night / It's a great day for everybody's plight.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Tits. Hoo-hah! Big ones, little ones. Nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns, or second-hand Steinways, but what's between them... passport to heaven.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women. What could you say? Who made 'em? God must've been a fucking genius.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: When in doubt, fuck.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: The day we stop looking, Charlie, is the day we die.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame thrower to this place.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthesis for that.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Don't shrug you imbecile, I'm blind! Save the body language for the bimbae.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Out of order, I'll show you out of order! You don't know what out of order is Mr. Trask! I'd show you but I'm too old, I'm too tired, and I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago I'd take a flame-thrower to this place. Out of order, who the hell do you think you're talking to? I've been around you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit, there is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot-soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs but I say that you are executing his soul. And why? Because he's not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're going to be Baird Bums, the lot of ya. And Harry, Jimmy, Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too.

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Randy: You want to know the truth? The truth is, he was an asshole before. Now he's just a blind asshole. I guess God doesn't think that some people deserve to see.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Tickets. Money. Speech. An old joke from my days with Lyndon Johnson.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Just call me Frank. Call me Mr. Slade. Call me... Colonel, if you must, just don't call me 'Sir'.
Charlie Simms: All right. Colonel.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: You sharp-shooting me, punk? Is that what you're doing? Don't sharp-shoot me. You'll give me forty, then you're gonna give me forty more. Then you're gonna pull KP. The grease pit! I'll rub your nose in enlisted men's CRUD 'till you don't know which end is up! You understand?

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Your father pedals car telephones at a 300 percent markup. Your mother works on heavy commission at a camera store. Graduated to it from espresso machines. Hah!
[pause]
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: What are you, dying of some wasting disease?
Charlie Simms: No, I'm right - I'm right here.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I know exactly where your body is. What I'm looking for is some indication of a brain. Too much football without a helmet? Hah! Lyndon's line on Gerry Ford. Deputy debriefer, Paris, peace talks, '68. Snagged a silver star and a silver bar. Threw me into G-2.
Charlie Simms: G-2?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Intelligence. Of which you have none.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Can't believe they're my blood. I.Q. of sloths and the manners of banshees. He's a mechanic, she's a homemaker. He knows as much about cars as a beauty queen, and she bakes cookies that taste like wing nuts. As for the tots, they're twits.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: I don't know if Charlie's silence today is right or wrong; I'm not a judge or jury. But I do know this, he won't sell anybody out to buy his future!

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Haven't you heard? Conscience is dead.
Charlie Simms: No sir, I haven't.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Well then take the fuckin' WAX out of your ears! Grow up! It's fuck your buddy, cheat on your wife, call your mother on Mother's Day... Charlie, it's all shit.

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Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Uh-oh, we got a moron here.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 10:37 AM

Scarface Quotes

Tony Montana: Make way for the bad guy.

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Tony Montana: I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.

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Tony Montana: I'm Tony Montana. You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best.

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Tony Montana: I kill a communist for fun, but for a green card, I gonna carve him up real nice.

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Tony Montana: You wanna fuck with me? Okay. You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my little friend.

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Tony Montana: I never fucked anyone over in my life who didn't have it coming to 'em.

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Tony Montana: In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.

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Tony Montana: Why don't you try sticking your head up your ass? See if it fits!

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Tony Montana: Who put this thing together? Me, that's who! Who do I trust? Me!

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Tony Montana: You know what capitalism is? Getting fucked!

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Tony Montana: This is paradise, I'm tellin' ya. This town like a great big pussy jus' waitin' to get fucked.

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Tony Montana: How'm I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy?

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Tony Montana: What are you lookin' at? You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes. You know why? You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers, and say "that's the bad guy." So, what'll that make you? Good? You're not good. You just know how to hide, how to lie. Me, I don't have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth... even when I lie. So say goodnight to the bad guy. Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you.

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Tony Montana: All I have in this world is balls and my word and I don't break 'em for no one. You understand?

by © Sreekesh Menon at 1:40 AM

Comfortably Uncomfortable

Large room and windows with fancy art,
A view what was once beautiful.
Now the sounds of construction,
Fill what was once the flowing river.
In search of comfort and style,
Pay myself away from nature.
Its beauty and its glory,
My eyes blind to the green,
Dimming like an oil lamp.
I shut my thoughts.
Work my days in zest.
Rest my nights in dreams.
Comfortably uncomfortable.

Big buildings and printed paper,
Fill my visions for tomorrow.
In it I dream of a river ,
A forest with its wilderness,
Everything a button click away.
I dream of a second nature,
To create and preserve.
All when I fail to understand,
To preserve and to protect,
The one right under my feet.
I shut my thoughts.
Work my days in zest.
Rest my nights in dreams.
Comfortably uncomfortable.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 8:28 AM

What a day What a day

What a day What a day
I ?
What a day What a day
You?
What a day What a day
We ?
What a day What a day
Us ?
What a day What a day
All ?
What a day What a day
Here ?
What a day What a day
There ?
What a day What a day
Everywhere ?
What a day What a day
Today ?
What a day What a day
Tomorrow ?
What a day What a day
Forever ?

by © Sreekesh Menon at 9:47 PM

Three Sunsets On A Dusty Highway

Oh! I believe the sun sets,
To add beauty to our lives.
Eye witness to the orange sky
Rode miles facing the ball

I gazed as I drove,
Sped staright into a bliss.
Off roading and bumping, hoping ,
To catch it before it sank again.

Added dust to a dusty dusk.
Slowly slowed till I stopped.
Stood watching beauty bid
Goodnight to the dusty highway

Whats more beautiful than this sunset?
Walked back and sat, facing mirrors
Tilting for the three sunsets
Slipping slowly into the horizon.

Three sunsets on a dusty highway
Clouds close in to be a part
Of this picture perfect sight
I a part of this natures light

Speeding out of the dirt
Clouding my three sunsets
Gripping reality and burning rubber
I drive back onto my road

by © Sreekesh Menon at 10:06 PM

No Longer

I went far and far till ,
It was no longer far.
In search of it all.
It was no longer far.
Now so very close that I ,
Could not see, see it any longer.
I went back a little , searching
It was no longer far.
In search of it all.
But it was no longer there.
I went far and far till,
No longer I know,
Was it ever there?

by © Sreekesh Menon at 7:12 PM

World As Never Was

Sunny Nights and Starry Days
Cloudy summers and shining monsoons
Sun rises from the west and sets inbetween
Rivers flow upstream
Stinking Flowers under the soil
Random roots on my yard
Talking chicken and bloody vegetables
Flying men and walking birds
You break and then you fall
I wake up again like everyday
The world is as was yesterday.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 1:17 PM

Fever's High

Rollout the wheels
Starry carpet sky
Windy city
Chillin meet
Night's wolves,
Kicking and howling
Blood thinners
Lick em dry
Get em high
Saturday night
The fever's high

by © Sreekesh Menon at 1:03 PM

Country Hearts

Country Roads
Loving Hearts
Twisted and Beautiful
Beautiful and Twisted

Winding roads
Dont see those curves
Winding hearts
Dont see those twists

Straight roads
Dont see so far
Straight hearts
Dont see so clear

Country roads , rugged minds
Sunny skies , bright wishes
Rocky Mountains , loves climb
Grassy Fields , choices to make

Laughing heart
Tears in your eye
Aching heart
Fighting it back.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 10:15 AM

People Do Search

People often search:

For Life, its beautiful moments
For Fame , its glorious seconds
For Fortune, its insane glitter
For Love, its rosy thoughts

People seldom search:

The truth, its true form.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 3:10 PM

Ponder Wonder Little Hard, Wander Under Bigger Soft

Ponder Ponder let the world wonder
Wonder Wonder let the world ponder

Little Little matters of the world
Hard Hard words of the world

Wander Wander let the mind under
Under Under let the mind wander

Bigger Bigger matters of the world
Soft Soft words of the world

by © Sreekesh Menon at 2:19 PM

Whispers In The Air

Laying next to me in grace,
The beautiful girl sleeping.
The sounds of the wind blowing,
And the clutter of the leaves.

I stretched out to bring her closer,
To watch her shine under the moon.
Sweet as summer her sleeping smile.
Radiant yet shy!

A shiver down her bare skin,
Reached out and kissed me light.
Go to sleep my love, she whispered.
In love, made her beautiful than ever!

O my sweet summer love.
Hold me tight a little longer
Under the blanket of the sky
For tonight your love in your arms

On a summner night, sky so dry,
Romance and Passion under the stars.
Affairs of the heart are made,
With whispers in the air!

Slowly in her warmth
I shut my eyes, she on my mind
Dreaming for days of peace
Praying to wake up with her in my arms.

by © Sreekesh Menon at 7:24 AM

For Tomorrow And Beyond

Within the madness of the days
Something to look forward to
Even if its just a tender hope
I can hear it in a sweet voice

For what may be
The troubles of yesterday defines
The person moulded for tomorrow
Corrupted yet polished

For tomorrow and beyond
Prayers Silent and Loud

Have been told often ,not to
Let be taken for a ride
Yet kindess wishes to see
Only the good in others

Fire will burn and leave a scar
Love will end and leave memories
Fear will seize and leave stories
Honour will rise and never fall

For tomorrow and beyond
Prayers Silent and Loud

In my path to truth
Honour will value the most
No gold, diamonds nor precious stones
Compare to the beauty and flair of honour

As memories fade and faces around change
To know how you will remember
know that you will be remembered
Even if its in a little silent prayer

For tomorrow and beyond
Prayers Silent and Loud

by © Sreekesh Menon at 6:53 AM

A day to smile

A day to remember,
A day when friends turned foes
A day went darkness seemed the brightest
A day to smile upon

A day to forget
A day when roads seemed narrow
A day when everything came loose
A day to smile upon

A day to understand
A day when hope was stretched
A day when grip was lost
A day to smile upon

A day to support
A day when loneliness blankets
A day when reason cries
A day to smile upon

Today to another
A day when laughter sounds
A day when passion fills
Another day smiled upon

by © Sreekesh Menon at 9:29 PM