It’s matter of four lines,
To a board that you will pin,
A piece of paper that’ll whisper in your ear,
Make seem distant all the din.
Hard to come up with lines,
That you won’t find aren’t mine,
Rantings that sound personal,
Words that claim you as mine.
Distance is just numbers,
It’s all in the mind, they say,
Since am no good at numbers,
I’d rather figure, coming all the way.
A
You are like -
a missing tooth that your tongue keeps feeling for...
a bouquet of flowers that I would never buy
the books... i'll never get tired of reading
my horny dreams... =)
a long lost puppy that finally makes its way back home...
a fish that likes to irritate people...
a song on everyone's lips...a poem noone would read...
my stupid mobile phone that has a mood and mind of it's own...
a radio that works only if u hit it hard... THRICE!
a punk with amnesia..
I am no wuss nor am I a warrior,
waging a morality war,
but the world is too didactic for sure
I know I know not if I am ill,
but this disease, funnily like love,
seems to have no cure.
Bombarded with opinions,
and even super-suggestions,
leave alone poor Dad,
even the so-called God's will,
seems unwanted, even condescending,
self-love, at last, seems too bad.
Riding on a rustic rickety rickshaw again
Through the same sultry sandy street
I wonder ‘What calls me back?’, and wonder
Why I so wondered as an old friend greets
The lock’s been missing me or so I like to feel
While I turn the key and cries open the door,
The walls greet and ask for a promise,
“This time you have to stay for a few days more!”
Last visit’s pleasure is lying in the same corner
The urban tactful me makes way for glee
My old study table, the silence, the space with
Half-a-bottle pleasure is enough for myself and me.
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Walking through
those neon-lit streets,
I recall the place
where all the moonlight lay
Looking through
those mascara-laden eyes,
I recall the eyes
where all the innocence lay
Those neon-lights, those eyes
make me laugh but not smile
and one thing is for sure,
I am not here to stay
The lights show no white
neither is it all black,
all that's visible is a shade of
dirty, misty gray
When I've walked all the miles,
I'll start living once again
in my own Black n' White town,
I am longing for that day
Oh.. How I am longing for that day....
Meandering,
through the streets of sound,
i wonder what is it
that I am listening to,
Just the little old radio playing?
No, there;s more
I can sense something more
coming through!
I can hear,
The bedsheet cursing me
the blanket is tired
of the turns & twists
Is it the effect
of good old rock?
I can't help but sway,
clinching my fists!
"Battery empty!",
pleads the radio as
the rockers too join the herd,
the herd thats headed
to the lullaby-land,
I wonder why
i am still wide awake?
Why the days seem so dull
and the nights so grand?
I figure,
there's no melancholy,
neither is there
some tremendous glee,
It's the stillness,
the space, the silence,
The night just lets
all of myselves be with 'me'!
Fearing the fruitful future,
brooding over the times gone by,
Am lying here, sleeping,
as another day in the furnace passes by.
Dreams are few and far between,
Nightmares!? well, I have none!
Mum shakes me awake as I wonder aloud,
"Is it finally over? Am I done?"
That same old knock on the door
and, the messiah is there!
"Don't you say you have no money,"
he yells,"Don't you dare!"
Jeans climb up the lean legs,
Blue as a rule,
The balls start rolling,
the mandatory game of 9-ball pool!
Back home it's me
and the insomnic-me again,
A new day has begun,
marks the sound of the midnight train.
Dad is busy snoring,
the Binary-Box is all set,
the insomnic-me tells me,
"You love not going to sleep,
you love it, I bet!"
so here it goes..
1. I am a thinker. ( no special reason, its just that thinking is an activity that requires minimal physical activity)
2. I must have been an owl in my last birth as I sleep during the day and stay awake all night.( am no call centre employee ok!)
3. I love being with my male friends. ( I am not Gay! but then again.. u never know!)
4. I dig into non-fiction and social commentry. ( as long as the writer has views similar to mine!)
5. I hate show-offs. ( Wat are they there for as long as I am alive?)
6. I hate to see people cry and feel like slapping them. ( So wat if I am a sorta cry-baby myself!)
7. I love to talk. ( and a guy called Aarish is my favourite topic! )
8. I am careless and forgetful. ( i've come back to write this one as i forgot i had to write 8 things and not 7!)
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now that I am done.. here's your turn.. I tag--
Jatinder
Nothingman
manveer
Kateri kranks
zedekiah
thats it.. i dont have many regular visitors!
Not morning child ....
yet an any hour delight..
lean looks.. eskewed teeth..
yet appealing.
quite a feat.......
black eyes..thwarting light
or a mirror to the soul
dats infused with light.........
easily provoked....
yet a calm facade...
like a storm brewing
behind a tidal wave..............
a pleasure for the senses ..
yet tumultous...
where ur destiny wud take u...
no one can telll........
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this one's a poem on a weird subject ( yours truly!) by a girl I was destined to meet i Guess..She's the female version of someone called Aarish!
Thanks gal
I am smitten!
एक आदमी है जो रोटी खाता है ,
एक आदमी है जो रोटी बेलता है ,
एक और भी है ,
जो रोटी से खेलता है !
यह तीसरा आदमी कौन है ??
मेरे देश की संसद मौन है !
---- by the great Hindi Poet, Dhumil
मुझको इतने से काम पे रख लो...
जब भी सीने पे झूलता लॉकेट उल्टा हो जाए
तो मैं हाथों से सीधा करता रहूँ उसको
मुझको इतने से काम पे रख लो...
जब भी आवेज़ा उलझे बालों में
मुस्कुराके बस इतना सा कह दो
आह चुभता है ये अलग कर दो
मुझको इतने से काम पे रख लो....
जब ग़रारे में पाँव फँस जाए
या दुपट्टा किवाड़ में अटके
एक नज़र देख लो तो काफ़ी है
....मुझको इतने से काम पे रख लो॥
The good old Vespa was up and running after a long over-hauling session and Arjun was 'enjoying' the ride (somewhat!) as it was after a long time that the scooter had traveled a full 8 kilometers without making one of its customary stops.
A smile took over his face as he passed the post-office and remembered the day he had mailed her the 'poem' he had actually penned down for her, he never knew he had such romantic thoughts, thoughts he earlier believed were quite feminine and for those good-for-nothing kinda devdas's who'd prefer dying in the tragic never-ending pursuit than actually going and telling her to her face. But hadn't he done that? And failed!
Suddenly, the smile turned from one with that romantic tilt-to-the-right to an apologetic one as he came to a sudden halt, narrowly escaping a hit with a scooter or something, or rather some'one'! Turning back, (ready with the golden words ' oh! I’m sorry!’) he saw noone."Must've turned into the street on the right!" he murmured and resumed his little journey towards the
On the way, of the many thoughts that came and went randomly into his under-utilized brain, the one that brought that apologetic smile back was when he tried to imagine how he would have reacted if the 'someone' he had almost run in to was the one he had had written that poem for.
Anyways, that was then! If it always happened as per one's own plans life would be so boring. "But, hey.. wait..., ain't I bored as hell anyways?!" he thought as another one of those irritating red-lights stared him in the face, as if it was mocking him.
"Finally!" he exclaimed, reaching FR only 15 minutes late ( quite an achievement by his standards!). His friends, with that same old 'can't-you-ever-come-on-time?' look in their eyes, (a look he was used to for the last 7 years that they had been going for movies together), moved towards the ticket counter while one of them stuck a hand out asking for his contribution towards the movie-and-burgers fund.
"Oh yaar, for how many more years do we have to make up for each other's non-existent girlfriends and watch these movies staring, in jealousy, towards the couples getting all cozy sitting on those corner seats??" said Capple, asking one of those typical desperate-guys' questions.
"Till the day people found out the fact that we were all gays!!" Anubhav replied before breaking into one of his stupid dhenchu-dhenchu laughter-sessions thinking as if he'd made the funniest remark of all time.
Arjun and Capple were busy exchanging one of those 'why-in-hell-do-we-bring-him-along?' looks when Kakkar(the co-ordinator of the whole movie-and-burgers session) interrupted the dhenchu-dhenchu with the dreaded news. "No tickets available!" he said, staring at Arjun as if he was the one who had coaxed such a large number of people into buying all the tickets before they could buy their quota of 4 tickets.
The movie plan was, obviously, dumped into one of those 'Use-me' bins and they were left with nothing to do except the ever-so-refreshing bird watching. They took the seats with the best view inside the oh-so-cool McDonald's restaurant and waited for the ever-so-efficient Kakkar to bring their Aloo Tikki Burgers and Coke. The guys were searching for some 'birds' with their eyes-wide-open, all over the mall-cum-multiplex.
Arjun, meanwhile, got up to make that customary touch-up trip to the wash-room outside. He was busy giving the final touches to his spikes(his hair!) when a visibly exasperated Anubhav entered the wash-room and shouted at the top of his voice,"Arjun, 'She' is here!!"
Arjun stared at him with that 'oh-I-know-its-a-prank' look and turned back towards the mirror. "Oh Arjun, believe me man! She is here!" Anubhav pleaded and gestured him to follow him.
Arjun did. He, with fingers crossed, wished it wasn't one of those disgusting pranks and, indeed, it wasn't! There she was, sipping out of an extra-large Coke while chatting, as animatedly as ever, with her bossy elder sister. Yes, she was beautiful but her real beauty was that, she didn’t seem to know she was.
He was happy, happy-like-hell! Ya, he knew she had relatives here but....
He checked his dress and approached her table, ready with the customary sugar-coated 'hi', before Anubhav pulled him towards their own. "Are you nuts? Hitler is with her!" all three of them shouted together.
Arjun was back to where he belonged, a bunch of despo's and he was just one-of-the-crowd, wasn't he?! They quickly finished off the burgers and-coke and walked towards the exit hurriedly. But, as luck would have it, she was there too! While coming out of the restaurant, their eyes met and ... he saw that same-old cold look on her face! "What makes me love her?"he asked himself.No replies!
Arjun's eyes followed every movement of hers as she entered one of the movie halls. Thankfully, the movie was a Hollywood flick one which meant that he had to wait for just a hundred minutes for her to come out. But.. wait..... Was he gonna wait at all?... well .. he had, probably, already made up his mind. The other three of the group were talking about the usual guy-stuff like bikes, chicks and, of course, sex. But he wasn't interested neither in Anu's ever-so-funny jokes nor in Capple's speech on the latest bikes. For once, he wasn't even interested in the profound thinking of the intelligent good-boy Kakkar.
They roamed, up and down, left-right-centre, till there wasn't an inch of the mall they hadn't set foot on. The routine was done, minus the movie of course, and they were ready to head back home. Arjun looked at his watch and found out that 98 minutes had passed since she had entered hall no. 3 to watch the new Brangelina movie "Mr. & Mrs. Smith". A couple of more minutes and he'll catch another glimpse of hers. The guys were shoving and pushing him towards the exit-door as they, obviously, didn't want him to go into hibernation after seeing her again. They hated the poet in him!
Arjun managed to delay the exit for just that extra minute as he saw people coming out of the hall, hall no. 3. But, they were out already and into the parking lot in no time. As his friends started looking for parking tickets in their pockets, he ran back to the exit-gate and looked for her. She was pretty much there. She looked at him but so did her sister. No real reaction!
He turned back, obviously hurt, and made his way to the lot. His friends had all vanished, obviously disgusted at his behavior, as he kick-started his 1989-model Vespa and made his way towards the exit-point. The guy on duty stopped him and asked him for the parking ticket. He put his hand in the rear right pocket of his torn jeans only to find nothing in it. He checked all the pockets but the tragedy was, he had lost it!
As he tried to prove his integrity to the parking-guy, a car bumped right into the rear end of his scooter. He turned back in anger to give a piece of his mind to the one who had damaged his heritage-scooter only to see 'her' sitting besides the driver who apologized straightway (he was forgiven anyway!). Arjun took an eternity to steer his scooter out of the car's way and as it passed him, she looked out of the window and..... Smiled!!
"Oh! I know what makes me love you,gal!"Arjun murmured as the Parking-guy kept on shouting in the background. He didn't matter and neither did the world around. The moment that mattered, had just passed!
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well well well... ( no no.. don`t be afraid it`s not that deep! )
Its been a while since i last updated this web log ( u mean BLOG..)...
... so thought of posting something...
( that`s a crap-alert.. so think before going ahead!!)
Lately, I`ve been busy tryin` to figure out wat i want out of life after all... and i`ve failed miserably till the moment i`m writing this ... ppl say its the case with all teenagers but man.. i am 20!! and i am havin` a hard time really..
WELL....lets ponder over some possible reasons..:::::::
1.I guess i`ve had a hangover of too many jobs(9 in the past 2 yrs, to be precise) ...and missed a REAL hangover that cud give me my own space for a while!
( so wat if your bed turns into a roller-coaster after that!!??)
OR..
2.I am a damn over-confident snob who likes being the brat and poses like a real responsible son wen in front of his DAD, a dad who likes him to b Independent..
( only he knows wat it means!)
OR..
3.I need a purpose in life
( well.. lemme think....isn`t that wat you are confused about??!!) .
.. let`s move on..
OR...
4.I am affected by the fact that my galfren` dumped me
( wait.. she did that 4 years ago na??!!.. am i right??)
OR...
5.I am finding it difficult to digest that i am one of the many bright and intelligent ppl in the city
( The over-confident brat`s here again!!)
OR...
Leave this ****ing self-analysis and...
KILL THIS DAMN GUY WHO SPEAKS IN THESE ****ing BRACKETS!!!...
A Windy day! Perhaps the windiest of all! "
"Just what you don't want when you have used the largest possible amount of the costliest possible hair-gel to straighten up the messiest possible hair.” sighed Matt, wondering how he, a self-proclaimed atheist, a non-believer, was thinking of this as some sort of a Bad Omen.
A cap would've helped. Only if he had one for the occasion!
He came out of the house into the lawn, a small tract of wet and muddy soil with all the possible types of weeds growing to enormous lengths and breadths. This was his humble contribution to the mess his research-scientist father had got them into when he went into some sort-of hibernation while his more-than-enough pension took care of the household.
And Matt believed he had no mother, with good reason. He had never seen her, not even a photograph. His father never told him about her, ...he spoke so rarely anyways.
Perhaps Matt, himself, was the end-product of one of those smelly chemical reactions his father carried out in the garage, his lab.
The stinkin’ smell and the lawn were slowly left behind as he trudged along the sidewalk towards her house. She had dropped enough hints and he had to act, 'had to be a man!' in her words!
He wasn't going to let go of this one good thing that had happened in his life.
The stage was set.
He had confirmed with Cyrus, her neighborer. There was no one at her place.
No Hitler-Dad! No Nagging-Mom! And, most importantly, No Bully-Brother!
This was his only chance.
He had managed the guts to do this after a long sleepless night pondering over all those things that earned him the title of a Geek. This 'not-being-able-to-say' was on top of the list.
Everyone in school knew that there was a 'scene' building up here. His good friends had brought it into his notice a lot many times. She was 'genuinely' interested. Only then did he discover the real meaning behind that touch-on-the-hand and that wink-of-the-eye! He had rehearsed the whole night before, lying in bed, in front of the mirror and imagining the pillow to be her. He was one-hundred-per-cent Ready!
There he was, in front of the princess' house. Although it was merely one small kilometer away from his, it took him an eternity to land up in front of it. With a thumbs-up from Cyrus, hanging in the balcony of the adjoining house, he knew the house was devoid off all its disgusting occupants except the not-at-all-disgusting one. A row-house, mediocre at best, seemed like a fortress to him.
He put his now-numb finger on the door-bell button and … pressed it!
No ding-dong!
It didn't work!
He tried again, again, again, and once again before deciding in favour of the good old door- banging. And Just when he was about to thump the door with the side of his fist, a strong thrust of wind pushed the door open. Perhaps the wind was not a bad omen at all.
The twinkle in her eye ,
the kiddish anger within ,
Took me to a world , where ,
Not many have been !
A hint of a moustache ,
Lots of teenage flair,
I was charming ,or so I belif`d
But no less could she care { but she didn`t really care!!}
She pretended to listen ,
To her, whatever I said ,
Made me feel unimportant,
Her cold look!,
It turned my face to red
Gifts didn`t help ,
Neither did the coaxing nor the crying,
She must`ve joked to the mirror ,
“ Let the Geek keep trying!!”
She stays the same even to date ,
No less , no more ;
`No run-of-the –mill stuff this , mate!`
Maybe that’s what ….
.. makes me love her even more !!
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Give 'em the pains
Give 'em all the strain
Give me the rains
an abundance of grains
Give 'em your tyranny
Give 'em all the irony
Give me your protection
and all the affection
Let 'em suffer
let 'em whine
let the sons of God wait
for their Saviour divine
O Sir Satan, who lives
behind this sunshine
Come home some night and we'll share
a glass of my favorite blood-red wine
