The pariah Pooch (G F Xavier)

Adieu, my little bow-woh.

Cute for me

I love you so long.

World cannot soothe you.

For you warble night and day.

Eyes well up for you

Racked body with deep sobs.

All you the cause.

Bye.

Come back one day.

Back I need you.

A day opens hands for you.

All here will love you.

But come back ferocious.

Who needs your love!

Who needs your songs!

No more lovely gaze.

But come back with violence.

Today, your once-smiling face depressed.

Eyes in sorrow.

Head down.

For you know only to sing night and day.

Sing, wherever you are, sing.

I love to hear your musicale.

“the brandy of the damned”.

Prayer I make for you.

Berserk you be in future.

Ferocious be you ever more.

World needs violence from you.

Come back, come back with rigour.

And scream not in old melody.

But in blood thirst.

Story of a hapless mutt.

Know not to bark

Adieu, my little pariah. Bow-woh.

ABOUT THE UNKNOWN (g f xavier)

This is the story of an unblest donsie.

Lofted as the prinz of all fortuna

Cos’ I have you to cuddle me.

Moused the sky for airplane

None, yet I waved my hands semi-circular

Oh’ She’s gone farther from my land

Wet my eyes to kiss good-by

Cos’ I have you to cuddle me.

Existed a dust exposition to my life

Merriment-clad outer, to all

Inner body cherished a brook of sorrows.

My stream of fears suffer drought now

Cos’ I have you to cuddle me.

Not that I own green pastures.

Not that I feared glad days.

Not that I pocket adorable pats

But I have you to cuddle me.

As an unwelcomed offspring to this globe

Unstabilized tender mind saw the frown of near ones.

Stranded between loved and unloved

Learnt, my episode in life, to have

Beated down, quilt-tripped, rejected abjectly

Tears became luscious than sour

But now I have you to cuddle me.

Hapless life I divulged, a truth it is

Never ‘she’ sensed the grin reality in me

I pretended as if I disrelish her.

Censured her deliberation on all risks

For she knew that I am actor only in stage

Yet I have only you to cuddle me.

Deep inside my marrow her love stays

I know my death will mark an end to it.

Bon voyage to you only in my last grasp.

Still my swan-song will dispatch this story

Thus I have you to cuddle me.

This is the story of an unblest donsie

Lofted as the prinz of all fortuna

Cos’ I have you to cuddle me.

Video shot in Jaipur

Short video with my friends when i visited Jaipur

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwJCoHv4upA

About whom? (G F Xavier)

He hate this day in his life. Wrong.  He hates almost all the days in his life. When he searched with eagerness and with more interest he found that he is really drowning. Setbacks have become common. Whom to blame? No one. Shall he at least blame his fate? Be careful. Let not fate hate you. Once someone said that I can’t hate him whoever and whatever he is. He lives because he is frightened of committing suicide. He has all the right to end his life. Can you give at least one reason to live on? It’s simple. We give intellectual and threatening reasons for the persons to hang on with depression and meaningless spiritual aftermath. The individual suffers. All because of mere imaginations. Who takes care of him? We preach and the listener goes with a heavy heart. Nobody is interested in reality. Oh the world beats him down. But he doesn’t blame the world. No one is blamed. He carries everything on him without daring or attempting to point the finger on anyone. He is fearful, afraid of everyone. (I would be happy if you think the ‘he’ here is a mere imagination)