Tuesday, December 28, 2010

You'll come...?

As the cold
wave blows all the tym ,
it shivers me down to my spine ,
i wait for you to come in the gloomy
sunshine ,
the weather so awesome and moment
so fyn ,
ur red nose looks so cute and ur eyes
say the whole rhyme ,
in the winters together again jus like a
combination of bonfire and chilly
nights :) ♥

Monday, October 11, 2010

Unfinished Skies...

Between the sky and my head
hides a luminous emptiness
that has barely learnt to crawl .
It’s growing in spurts;
in bits and pieces,
paraphrased and interrupted.

Between the sky and my head is
an exhibition of hammer and nails. You drop
a shilling and find me .
I lose myself.
I am only a face in many a  million worlds.

Between the sky and my head is an interval
That could last a lifetime.
If only I could pocket the minutes
That rise and fall.
You could leave or reconsider
A lot goes on between the sky and my head.

All you needed was
a ladder that would take you home. 
And I was only trying
to build us some peace. 

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The End Tonight..

Between the trees,
In the deepest shadow,
A wolf whispers: it ends tonight.
The stars die slowly, 
Leaving the skies forever,
Killing all hope, all wishes,
Killing all the Light inside of me.
My planet is not alone,
The skies are not alone,
Light is not alone, 
I am.
Left by myself in the nest of destruction, 
Of disagreement, 
Of death.
I am the night but I was the Light.
I am death but I was life.
I am now but I was then.
It ends tonight
Because I was,
Because I’m not
But I will be.

Seeing through..

No one sees me.
No one hears me.
I'm forgotten.
Like the crayon left 
behind by a child.
Left to melt into the
backseat of their lives.
All they see is what 
they want to see.
All they hear is what 
they want to hear.
No one cares to look deeper,

The Search...

Staring into the horizon, 
The hues in the skies run wild,
The heart won't listen to reason,
Like a petulant,wilful child

The smiles don't come easily now,
they have no reason to stay,
Thoughts go down dark alleys
But they never go away

Don't really know what I'll find out there
with the roads covered in mist,
Just want to break the ties that bind me
To the world they say exists

The vacant eyes, the needless chatter
None of the things that really matter
The gloomy depths of fruitless desire
Wishing? That's playing with fire

The sun goes down with its last ray
and that brings us to the end of another day..

Saturday, July 3, 2010


When the world stopped right in the front
my words were not over yet..
I said all the things i never meant
not trusting myself in the end...
all crushing me and down to death... I lost my heart in everything
Kept shouting jus for silly things..
everyone thought that I HAVE GONE FAR...
but something i my mind,
brought me BACK TO THE START..


Absence is like that tinge of blue
you carelessly gift to a river. 
With waves after waves,
with every tiny ripple or a needless whirlwind, 
it grows, spreads, circles and reminds...

... you of presence. 

And then, you choose.

The Unwritten...

Speechless eyes
Tears roll , as I read on
What you didn't write
Values didn't fail
It was me ...

Useless words,
Sigh,...a weakling
A weak link !
Inabilities galore
And I sink ...

Unwritten apologies
Can only cause
Regrets of lifetime
A wait for a desire
To light up the fire

Your unwritten cries
My moist eyes
Your unwritten hurts
My quiet worries
Show me the difference in them

Unwritten love
you still find them sweet
I continue to read
The unwritten things
You wanted me to know ...

Trust me, I know
Trust me, I know...

Friday, July 2, 2010

Missed out..

That little part
I missed out.
I saw your smile
Your teary eyes
I missed out.

You said it loud
I heard the sound
What the words meant
I missed out.

You held my hand
Kissed me good-bye
And that deft touch
I missed out.

You text me 'love'
I replied, 'Thanks'
That pinch in my heart
I missed out.

I got a picture of you
That I tore when you were gone
Now, I'm trying to put it together
But there's one little part
That I've missed out.

Thursday, July 1, 2010


Walking by the seashore,
you slid your hand into mine ..
we watched the sunset together ..
i dunno why i smiled..
The world called us best friends ..
And so did we ..
Was there more to it ..
More than friendship it could be ..
Talking through the wee hours ..
we spoke to no-end ..
"oh! we're not in love
we're just best friends!"
Watching the movie,
you put ur arm round me ..
putting my head on your shoulder ..
i felt you breathe on me ..
your fingers were running,
through the knots in my hair ..
and i lay there wondering ..
was it just as best friend you cared
On my way back,
I thought of nothing but you ..
Analysing it all,every bit ..
trying to sort out the clue ..
and yet i lie clueless..
for the riddle has no end ..
Is there more to it..
or are we just best friends? 

Human Be-ing?

I am moving downwards
gradually, one step , two.. three
Down, down further

Where, i find

Fumes and ashes
All around
No wailing infants
No sweet lullabies

but only

bruised bodies
battered lives 
shattered dreams
broken hearts
chained desires
dejected souls
defeated minds
ruined hopes
hazy thoughts
intoxicated love
facade of glitz
psychofants and glamor
dangerous liaisons
cheap incests
engulfing darkness
frightening silence
moonless nights
lonely arms
sleepless eyes
sealed wishes
never ending waits
Plagued emotions
numb relationships
dizzy mornings
lost imagination
torn pages
evenascent memories

The forgotten UMBILICaL CORD

I shed off my skin
and reach deep down
now , i m just a lump of flesh..
But they still call me
Human Being(?)

Another Day... Another Sun..

This one.. goes out to a very special person in my life.
Thank you for being there..for me..with me..
it will be..

Where they meet only for parting
where loneliness is the pursuit
where bondings are struggle

They long to be single
but cursed with company
They want to be hated
but love is in their destiny

Breaking is their achievement
but the bonds follow like ghosts
Ones that achieve nothing
are punished with joy

Where eyes open..
to close again.

wake up once....
Isn't it our world?

Renaissance.. once again..

From void I emerged
Genesis it was

Then a struggle
To unravel
The meaning
Of my existence

My efforts plunged
Into eternity….

Then one fine day
I sank once more
Into void…..

Then Transformation ..

Renaissance once more…..

Friday, June 25, 2010


To trade the blame
To erase the name
Wrapped in your skin
I wish to shed

My fears
your tears
This sin
of being

I dream to return
I long to be


Heard this dialogue in some movie, I can't recall..
But it is definitely worth a thought..
We spend our whole life trying to stop death. Eating, inventing, loving, praying, fighting, killing. But what do we really know about death? Just that nobody comes back. Then there comes a point - a moment - in life when your mind outlives its desires, its obsessions, when your habits survive your dreams, and when your losses... Maybe death is a gift..after all..

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Super-session of breath;
He knows death to the bone –
Man has created death...

~ Yeats

Who is the "GOD"..

I sometimes feel.. that God does exist for each one of us. God is him, who helps whose, who helps themselves. One who had power to affect and change all, is omnipresent, one from whom you cant hide anything. Each one of us have the power of a similar nature, which when exercised, enables us to affect, change and influence reality as it exists. Lets take me as an example... No one is in a better position to help me, more than i can, no matter what peril i face. Only entity capable of comprehension, that is present wherever i am is me. One who knows most about me is me myself. 

The concept of god also says that, with the end of god all that exists will cease to do so. When i die, i will cease to exist, so will my thoughts, my consciousness, the unique picture of how i see the world, how i interact with each element, how i categorise each interaction, experience, my perception of reality, my world of thoughts will cease to exist. My world would end with me, coz that's where it started. 

My god would die with me... coz I am my own god..

So what is death....is it the last sleep or the final awakening????

So if death is merely a phase in our lives in which we stop functioning, what 'phase' do we move onto next.. especially since you dismiss the existence of a soul?

So tell me, what do you believe? Do you have any beliefs or do you think that the person and form you are today is your ultimate and final destination? So how do you explain the many forms of species that exist, the reason why each living entity is unique in nature and by looks and why some die old, some young, some go through crap while others don't? Why some are rich and others poor?

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Some feelings.. are hard to define!

Past two days have made me an emotional wreck!
Words have never come out this profusely!
I am in a situation where, I am not even doing anything.

Why is it, that the one whom WE want..is never with us..
But the one who is around us.. wants us that way!
And, we end up doing the same thing that we have experienced .. :HURT..

I don't know how much sense, you would find in these lines.. but they..seriously define the MESS I am in, presently.

Some feelings are hard to define,
within the boundaries of heart they are hard to confine.

It is not always that you can name these.
At times they seem to be wandering like directionless bees.

But even the bees are moving towards a definite goal,
towards a certain sense that titillates their soul.

The same cannot be said about what we feel,
taking us to the peak of an illusory hill.

The cause too is not always true,
a making of our own mind, something new.

We find reasons to validate our illusion,
the innocent heart is the only sufferer in this confusion.

So take some time before making a decision
some of these feelings can leave an uncurable incision.

Forgotten Part II

The eye which held dreams so sweet..
Me and you in a place so discreet ...
splashin the sea waves,watching the sun set..
But my tears tell me,thats not our fate..

How I wish we could be like before ..
I wish to be with you from my soul's core..
Has the relationship failed?
Or have we failed it?
tearin away a bond dat was once so close knit..

And still there's time,
All is not lost ..
We can still be together ..
But time itself it'll cost..
What use is time if you cant live it?
Lets put the puzzle together,bit by bit..

Did we ever try to keep our souls one?
We would have succeeded then..
even if it was not wanted by the wind,rain n d sun
They are just to blame,we had it weaken,
Its all our mistake
that I lie here all forgotten ...

Forgotten Part I

We were like the clouds 
Drifting in the sky,
Who just try and try 
To be and stay one.
But the wind, the rain 
And even the sun,
Nobody wants it done.

We were driven apart
By the rays of the sun,
And washed away by the rain.
And then we went further apart,
As we were hurled away by the hail.

Then when we were 
Miles and miles away,
I lived and let the wind make me sway.
I let myself get carried away,
Dreaming, wishing, hoping,
I’ll be with you one day.

I waited for you,
I waited for so long.
I searched for you,
I searched for so long.

But, you seemed to have forgotten,
Who was I.
You seemed to have forgotten,
Where was I.
You seemed to have forgotten,
And that still brings tears to my eye!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Between us...

On a day that dawns like a freewheeling sparrow,
You hold my urchin hands, uncurling
all my doubts, scribbling away my worries 
in no particular order.
You’re still so randomly careless that I forget the
chronology of my first thought,
It just makes me smile.
Makes me cry. 
And I don’t know the reason why.

Words twist around us in stretches abandoned
by a white noise on the shore.
We’d strewn alphabets hoping they’d be heard one day.
And someone would find them, someday,by surprise.

We speak about places, dates and memoirs now
very much, like our own Renaissance 
Ignoring the silence that homes us, exchanging
notes in futility on nothingness,
musing about the significance of things
hopelessly struck out from the list.

Times will change like little baby blues
but the paper remains crumpled in a corner.

We’ll both grow older, 
Yet the differences would be static.

It is uncanny how after a decade of painful pantomimes
and a universe of flowery grace

Love will still be.. just  a four letter word...