Water.....

this is what you get when its 5 mins to the lecture getting over and u r so bored you dont even wanna create nuisance anymore...;)


Rain drop,
my ego
Dew drop,
my mind
Tear drop,
my emotions
River,
my thoughts
Lake,
my patience
Water,
my identity
Me,
my assassin!

Shooting Star...

While star gazing last night, saw a shooting star, grabbed a pen, just wrote it down........


Across the stars
brighter than the sun,
it dies for a moment of glory,
a way of life for millions to see,
a perception of existence that has a different story.

An aim in mind it had,
fulfilling which it met its end,
but a healthy promise it lighted in rest,
dare i say, the 'how life should be' trend.

Of what it thought was its destiny,
to meet the earth, its sole desire,
it gave it all, its mind, body and soul,
radiating its passion, exhibiting its fire.

Pursuing its dreams over eternity,
the true meaning of 'being' it showed,
for it took a path most fear to tread,
overwhelmed with respect my head bowed.

And then i gazed at the rest of the lot,
the millions of stars shining up in the sky,
a question arose from my soul to them,
for what, for whom.......why?

NOW!

There goes our today,
in yearning for a better tomorrow,
cascaded by the glimpses of peace,
tarnished by beads of sorrow.

Plagued by the moments bygone,
the present dies a tumultous death,
how can the lungs of today survive,
if fed with yesterday's breath.

Events of the days of yore,
let em trouble us no more,
they lend the life a filthy touch,
they cripple the mind, it needs a crutch.

Yes those were times, they were bad, they were good,
give them their due no more than you should,
so shed remnants of bygone, rue them over less often,
for 'now' is what awaits us with its arms wide open.

Love...its everywhere

On every petal that flourishes,
In every scream of a mystique hush,
In the scentful vestige of the murmuring breeze,
Latent is a feeling, that conveys as much.

Its sprinkled all around us, its in everything,
Even the satanical minds contemplating sins,
Its in me, its in you, it is in the air,
Its love, its everywhere.

In the trickling tear across a mothers face,
At the sight of a newborn, her victory , her grace,
In the quietness of the words that were left unsaid,,
Of that girl and that boy who different paths now tread,
Flowing from the giggles of children playing at a park,
It’s the touch that lends life its spark.

Its more than a feeling, its more than a word,
It fills the gaps in the universe.
A bitter-sweet symphony that deafens the ears,
Love is a song of the soul, love is dear.

It abodes in the martyr’s zeal to save his motherland,
It is the call of the God, it’s the path to heaven,
Emanating from the comfort of a simple hug,
Its too vast for us to understand,

After the Storm

It rained really heavily a couple of days back. I happened to go out for a walk the very next day and saw this tuft of grass in the park. The sun was about to get out. And when it did, the change in the persona in this tuft of grass was astonishing to see. From a frugal peasant it metamorphosised into a blushing maiden. So here i am, just trying to capture the feeling of that tuft for the sunlight that brought into it a zeal for life. Abstract i know, but then, what the hell......


Beaten, betrayed, i yearned for solace,
to redeem myself from the abasement i was subjected to yesterday,
buried in the ground, face down, mowed and sheared,
life, it seemed had lost its way.
And then you happened,
lifting me up,giving me the urge to stand on my feet again,
You showed me what life realy means,
you taught me how to fight the pain.
Like a mother you bestowed upon me,
your love, your care, your tenderness,
i was a wretched orphan, a nobody's child,
a deserted nomad, my identity was a mess.
your extended golden arms of velvety touch,
were so filled with warmth,they just osmosed the ache away,
those glistening gleams like beads of a necklace,
that guided me like a path to a destiny.
Gratitude fills me,for i have been
shown the purpose of life, which is to be,
and fight for all i believe in, that defines me,
that one thought that sets me free.

A House For Mr.T

Its heartening to see how the world converges to a small room in the shackles of the "ranbhoomi" thrice every semester, six times an year. Its almost as if the entire gravitational force has made this dingy,rectangular,8 feet by 8 feet box the focal point of the universe.
The abode is the residence of one very enchanting Mr.T whom fellows are never going to forget for he'll surely inhabitate the folklore. In fact, i'm sure that a gazillion years from now( maybe a year or two here and there), when alien life visits this planet, the hyms sung in the praise of Mr.T shall still haunt the area.
Let me rant a bit about the tangible articles that define the acoustics of this place. There's a modern prelude of the work of a certain Charles Babbage that continuously pounds the air with its crass cacophony( although Goody comes a not so distant second). then there are the constant verbal duels of the friends of Mr.T. There's the above mentioned Goody, the Chinese fellow, the Devils Advocate and another guy who got screwed but is happy that he atleast did it his way.
Everytime the "era" in question raises its sinister head, paperwork can be seen strewn all around. Furnished wood pulp that long yearned for a hand of love now suddenly finds itself heir to numerous fortunes. If there were such a thing as adoption for inanimate objects, it would have been a hectic period for the authorities( judiciary more likely).
Once the stage has been set, all differences settled, its time to put the less used nerve cells to a little bit of strain. Opinions are divided and so are the teacher's monologues, there are clashes of interest, a violent hooting or two, a sudden hush, someone crackles in a corner, a fellow does a jig, grape juice is shared, ignition mechanisms are tested. A point is certainly made to devour the eyes with the latest cinematic marvel or catastrophe. Minutes tickle past, hours whizz by, but the will to work together for a better tomorrow is stagnant( and yes its just that, STAGNANT).
Its a new day, the repeat telecast is about to begin. Intrested???????

Thank You

Running into circles,
trying to surprise you,
trying to remind you,
the times that have been.
You're the queen of angels,
the sound of sea in sea-shells,
i have no words to tell you,
what you mean to me.
Let my love mesmerize you,
my care satisfy you,
you're the reason i discovered,
a side of me i've never seen.
whenever i'm lost, i see in your eyes,
and find my way back home.
when i'm bruised and battered, my soul is torn,
i seek shelter in your love's dome.
you're a walk in the fresh mountain air,
you're the vigour and enthusiasm at a country fair,
you're a blessing thats benn granted, you're a wish thats come true,
Thank you

The Poem With No Title

This poem is about a doctor in severe need of money who is going to perform an abortion. He is talking to the child being aborted, feeling sorry for what he’s about to do and the repentance that is associated with this deed. Could not think of any title for this one, so the weird name

I’m sorry for what I’m gonna do,
I’m sorry for what I’m gonna put you through,
Believe me, I never wanted to be this way,
The world is cruel,not everyone can have their say.
I’m not the kind of man I might seem to be,
I know that when I leave this world,hell is awaiting me.

As I put you to sleep,
Its my soul that weeps,
And now I’m gonna ease your pain,
I’m never gonna be able to see my face again.
I’m shaken, my hands are betraying me,
They’ve become so numb, am breathing painfully,
I’ll never know how you feel in there,
But what I feel outside is pandemonium everywhere,
Its not you alone who’ll be the victim of this sin,
There’ll be two souls that die today,
My mind is choking now,
The lights have gone out,
Reality is staring me in my face,
I’m an assassin, I’m a killer, I’m humanity’s disgrace.
Its an act against God, it’s a sacrilege to take a life,
I’ve turned pale,, I’ve turned white, my conscience is poking me with knives.
I’ve degraded my existence,
With a heavy heart my body is laden,
Tie me down, tie me tight,
Shut the doors of the iron maiden.

And now that I have plagued you with the serum of death,
Darkness descends me,I’m gasping for breath,
I’ve made my life a bloody hell,
In peace I shall live no more,
For what awaits me now,
It all has repentance in store.

The Day I Died

It was an ordinary day,
Except that I died,
My knees turned weak,
My head swerved,
My eyes turned red,
My feelings still unnerved.
I was sitting down,
I was sitting still,
My thoughts ran a mock
Like Adam’s ale in a water mill.
My body felt hollow,
My voice an echo of despair,
Like a heartbroken Romeo,
damaged beyond repair.
I’ve killed myself,
Its not that I never tried,
Am so ashamed of myself,
There’s no place to hide.
What brought along this crisis,
Was it pain, was it grief?
Was it a trust
beyond belief?
I don’t know the answer,
I’m just too naïve,
I’m just another fellow,
I’ve made my life a strife.
Should I pity myself,
Should I weep and mourn my death?
Should I avenge the perpetrators who
took away my breath?
Of the moments that were,
Of the moments that have been,
I’ve never seen life depart so fast,
in the times that I have seen.
Like a zombie I crave for existence,
My flesh all bashed and torn,
beneath the fake smiling mask,
that for long I have worn.
Oh help me, oh help me,
The cries are for god to hear,
A punishment grouse than this one,
Well, dats for me to fear.
But im dead,it doesn’t matter,
the dead do no talking,
if u still see me around you,

Its not me, its just a Dead Man Walking.

And Why..........

Allrite, so this poem basically should not be here, it doesn't belong to the world of blogs, but ...well....i just cheated myself in posting it, so here it goes.....


And why i think about you a lot,
is a thought i frequently ask from me,
i stay up long thoughtful nights,
looking for answers to this only,
why am i gleefully excited for one sight of yours?
why one faint whisper of your voice can keep me smiling for hours?
over all this i ponder,
what brings out such glee,
are you a magician?
or is it crazy me????
When you search for the answers,
you'll be perplexed too,
coz the reasons if you wanna get,
you'll have to meet you.

When You're Not Here

Life's a lie when you're not here,
Its a world full of dismay,
life's a lie when you're not here,
not with me by my side,
even the rainbow seems grey.

I feel so empty to the core,
how long this pain i have to bear,
life's a lie when you're not here,
time is one painful ride,
shadows of sadness everywhere.

So yesterday.........for you all

I am not someone who likes to think too much of times gone by. I dont wanna recollect what my thoughts were ten months ago,ten days ago,ten hours ago or even ten minutes ago. Really, i find it absurd when people assimilate those huge heaps(well,in case they are digital pics,those large folders) of photographs that are so gigantic in size,it would even put the nuclear arsenal of the United States of whatever to shame. Though i do find once a while peek-a-boo at these historical remains appropriate,but my anguish is with those who indulge in nostalgia par acceptance. Now they might argue that "knowing your past helps you be in better contact with your present", but let me tell you what most have in mind. Either they'll think about their golden ages,times when they were more than happy and rue the fact that such moments of glory have gone away. Or,they'll think about their 'dark ages' and mourn what a bitch life is. Either ways,all i have seen is scornful expressions on faces that entwine themselves with the act in question. And it is for this reason and this reason alone,many are so stuck in their past that they have no clue what they should be upto in present.
All their time is spent holding onto the remnants of either a glorious conquest or a catastrophic failure.I like to look at the past too,to bask in the snapshots of victories that were. It would be self-destruction if i let them interfere with what i am today or manipulate the decisions i would make with the choices before me. I am someone who has seen the most magnificient of moments and shoved my way past the tragic ones. But i know one thing, they all are gone. I love my past for being there but i'll never scrape out a moment of delve upon unnecessarily. The time that was has gone. So yesterday........for you all,does not exist.

The Way You Make Me Feel

The way you make me feel
is like the ground with the first drops of rain,
like a man on verge of extinction,
given the chance of being born again.
I cannot possibly explain it,
i cant but what i feel show,
you can never possibly imagine,
but i do want you to know,
that if there possibly is a goddess,
that walked the earth in our days,
would be here,would be now,would be you,
I'm lost in your mysterious ways.
I open my eyes and i see you,
i close them and you're still there,
i run away from myself and you,
but somehow you're still near.
I stay awake looking at the stars,
the patterns they all appear to be the same,
for in every direction i look at,
they seem to be shouting your name.
In the quiet murmur of the breeze,
that goes meandering about the night,
its funny coz it seems to be shouting,
your name left,center and right.
And i see it all before me,
before the heaven then i kneel,
and i take it all with a quiet smile,
coz dats the way you make me feel.

An Evening with Myself

Its not everyday one gets the privilege to share an evening with goddess Parvati. I had it today. In the nearly one odd hour that I spent with her, we both admiring the varied fauna sporadically populated by the creations of the so called homo-sapiens. The view was plain and clear. There was a fountain, a magical one, for even though there was’nt any Adam’s Ale in it, it shimmered with the gleam of a polished pearl laid out in the pellets of sunlight that the mighty sun god showered upon it. The raised open air theatre that added to the scene a modern touch was certainly an eye-sore.Beyond it was a vast plethora of the gigantic eucalyptus trees that were blocking my view of another architectural wonder, or so it seemed.
A few benches were scattered around like grain spread before the pigeons at Trafalgar Square. I turned my gaze towards Lord Shiva’s bride once more. Cast out of granite, the 12th century statue adorning the likes of one Arts Gallery was a marvel of human artistry. Seated in the ‘padmasana’, she was adorned with ornaments, that though cast out of stone, were on any day glistening more than those on a bride at a pompous Punjabi wedding.
It was a sunny day, a peculiar one at that, for though the sun was beating down hard upon my face (and mind you, It can beat down real hard in this weather), there was no resentment on my part to the open hostility, for I was feeling a much welcome peace of mind descending upon me, and looking back at the year gone by, it was a welcome respite.
It was nearly end of the evening now, and my rendezvous with the gods was over. No wait, it was a rendezvous with myself?????? That my friend is over or not, I don’t know.

Little While Longer

I know you have to go,
I know you have to leave,
I know you will be back tomorrow,
Together these moments glorious we will weave.
But baby, oh baby ,stay on, just a little while longer.

A smile from you darling makes my day,
Not once, not twice, sweetheart, everyday.
The lovely looks that you give me, So enchanting, so true,
How can I stop myself from coming to you?
Those unending strolls we take,
Talking about our lives,
Your giggles, your style, your radiant blushes,
Baby, they cut like knives.
Your thoughts on how one’s life should be make me stronger,
Baby ,oh baby, stay on, just a little while longer.

I thought I’d never be in love,
I thought I’ll stand alone,
Now I see what a sacrilege it would have been,
If the lonely road I had gone.
For you are beauty personified by nature in all its might,
You’re the essence that emanates when music and moonlight unite.
You’re the serenade of the nightingale chanting up in the trees,
You’re the teardrop on the cheek of eternity on whom time freezes.
Who would then want you away even for a moment, on that you ponder,
Baby, oh baby, stay on, just a little while longer.
Yeah, baby, oh baby, stay on, just a little while longer.

Contemplations of a Naked Soul

Alone in the highlands,
walks my soul free,
searching for answers its never been told,
probing the events that have been a mystery,
waiting for surprising
events to unfold.

Its this way or that,
its that way or this,
is knowledge an awakening?
Is ignorance a bliss?

I question all my reasoning,
I sit down and ponder,
O' what an evil thing it is,
they say makes the heart go fonder.

The soul of a government office

Now what is it with government servants that offends so many people?

I’ve perennially heard more than a mouthful of rather not so appeasing expletives being hurled at these inscrutable upholders of the government work.

Is it the way they dress? Those sadistic shirts that have never known how it feels like to be drenched in the vibrance of red or the calmness of sky blue. All they know is about the existence of white ,grey or in case if its your lucky day, even the occasional khaki.

Or is it the sardonic expressions that seem to scream in your face that you have just made the gravest blunder of your whole life by coming here.

Whatever there is, one may never understand for one does not possess the required intelligence as ‘they’ define it. One can only do as much as to observe.

Annotating a bit further on these mysterious creatures of the third kind, one but cannot refrain from mentioning a line or two about the penchant they have for tea. Yes my friends, its tea, after all these years the secret has been revealed. The ultimate elixir of life, the epitome of any nutritious meal or binge. Sometimes I have pity on the so called drug addicts who languish in rehabs and jails for I feel they are no match for the ferocity of angst that any member of the community of the topic in question can exhibit when he/she is eluded from the “amrit” as they will have us believe.

Here I am forced to recall a small story I heard as a kid about two lions that after suffering injustices in the circus decide to flee, but in the moment of heat, end up fleeing in opposite directions. Amazingly, they come back 6 months later, one of them weak and wretched and the other hail and hearty. A snippet of their conversation goes as follows:

LION1 (hail and heart): what makes you come back o king of the jungle?

LION2 (weak and wretched): I ran towards the desert, couldn’t find anything to eat, was on the verge of dying, so came back. At least I get food here. Why did you come back my dear one?

LION1: Well, I was trapped in a government office, hid under the stairs and used to eat a government servant everyday, as evident from my health. Nobody seemed to mind or look into the disappearance. Then one day yesterday, I made a mistake, I ate up their “tea-vendor” and the office was up in arms to find the disappeared soul. A soul indeed of the government office.

Father and Son

O' little one,
what makes you cry?
did you trip a stone,
looking at the skies?
I know what it feels,
to see your dreams shatter,
be brave,thrust forth,
for its all that matters.
Believe me,i did it and i am so happy today.

O' little one,
what makes you weep?
are those tears because of people,
who don't promises keep?
Well,that my dear,
is the way of the world
stand up,stand tall
raise up your head unfurled.
look,there is the world begging you to come along.

O' little one,
whats that trickling from your eyes?
is that the gal my son,
who said goodbye?
she was never there,
else here she would be
soon you'll forget her
and there shall be glee
on the face that says how much you loved her.

O' little one,
do i see a smile?
you're strong my son
that smile'll last a while
You've got it all,
that others pray for and more,
keep up the good work,
and believe me,there is much more in store.
for all you have lived so far is a minscule fraction of your life.

O' little one,
my million lives for your laughter,
look around,
here's your family now,and after
with your friends by your side always,
what more can you ask?
revel,binge and marvel,
may in the sunshine of happiness you bask.
and look upon your old man whenever in need again you be.

Just Try

I take my time,
to see through me,
what false truths, what truthful lies
a moment of glee,
a stupendous wonder,
a glance above at the quiet skies
And history beckons with the moments past,
I wish they were here now but good times dont last
or do they? well, its the way we perceive
the web of stories and memories we weave.
Truly blessed is the blameless vestal's lot,
its a bliss to remember what you want and forget what you not,
Trust the stars that lie before,
they guide one through and smiles galore,
for things have passed and are passing by,
future's in your face, make it best......just try!