Monday, November 30, 2009

FriEnd <3

one wicked smile
one naughty face
one made to frown
another one full of grace

there were many names I had
and many pepple to choose
I thot I'll mix up wd her well
but she was not my kind
demanding and loose

I wanted smone to grip me tight
the one who fights
yet ends it right
one who would stay when asked to leave
one who would know when my naughty mind beeps

I had the least notion
that I cd click with you
I always knew you were fine
but how come finest of all the ones new?

and then times go on by
I fall more fond of you
our memories and the jokes
right timings and the support
my whole world with time is a part of you

some moments when I have
grudges cz I could not complain
grudges cz you go apart
and then someday come with me again
grudge that I could not say
how much in mean while I missed you
I hated you for being away
and not getting my words through

but now when I look back
and see us smiling togethr
I feel all was meant to happen
some days good,and some better

when these times would end
and I would wish for some new
I dont know if I would get back
some moments here and there with you

for all I can say
for all the tyms I missed
I have met a lot of people
one friend,in one life,thats U

Sunday, November 29, 2009


I let no word take the pain..
of expressing my love fr you..
let it be me..let it be you..
and the silence that prevails ...

I have no gaze that could say
all that I feel for you
let eyes be closed
let ur warmth surround...
and the feel in the air...

I look at my hands
and miss the look, when they are into yours
let me b lost
let me be so
and the memories that sail..

I look at the bench at the park
and I miss us siting togethr
let me go further
beyond some dreams
and let me see whats ahead
with u around

I seem soaked in the day that passed
the one that I spent with u
let me stay mad
its all that I am
and let you be surprised
by what that lays

I trust no fate ,that heads me
to a path away from you
let it be me,deciding and designing
our love for sure will find its ways

Friday, November 27, 2009

UnperTeRbed & UnDonE

With thoughts floating around
I sit touched on the ground
I have a million things to do
I’m bounded , I know , I’m sound

There were words left said
And words you need to know
Words that sailed through
And words that drowned before I let them go

There were musings of my own
I always have them close
I abide by their certain ways
They breach rules often , more then I know

Then there were actions
That kindled and moved souls
Caressed my hunger of thoughts
And caused some more to follow

With heights that I attain
Even while settled low
I could engrave emotions
Minding all within, and all those meant to throw

I have around me
People , sage and devils ,therein
Its actions that checked the moves
And moves that lead me to know

I chase things I wanted
And get rid of those that chase me
For all they do is cage a person
Let me go, I am not your own

I thought I would write my mind
But there is one thing that I know
There are still a myriad facets left
Unperturbed and undone
They forever plan to remain so !

Monday, November 16, 2009

WhEn MoUsIE RuNs...

There was yet another story ...out of the rat that yielded results...mark my point..just one out of the entire race of rats, mice and other clones, make it up there, to the apotheosis . I have been a part of such race too lately, CAT,MBA, and its varied options, how mechanically mastering management I am. Whatever might be the wait another rat race is available to join ( not again !! ). How much these races allure us. How much they inflict upon us...and how much we exercise upon them. To go by some option is a nice thing to do, but what if the options are borrowed, and not well surveyed for. What if they landed in your head just because they were a part of the discussion of some friends of yours. I believe so I have been drifted, cz I actually have been. And so am I preaching that it wasn’t entirely my choice. All the part that resided on my part of choice was to which rat race to choose.

For once I did think of taking up writing as a career, no matter what reaps further. But then there was no rat race available, and not many of you have the courage to stand out in the crowd and take a stand, and its not that I lack that, but somehow I am not guided.

And I know we all aren’t . For most of you that would be reading this blog will be of my age group, a group that I think has always remained confused (no offence , I think so ) .
The point to be noted is that, the one rat race you missed because of lack of courage or vigour, or may be due to unavailability of such a rat race, is the ones you truly desire and long for. The race that will be marked and spearheaded by you, race that’s of life , your’s and for the next ones to follow.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

ThE D!v!nE Lo\/e H@s A WicKeD End

I don’t know why, but I find peace in this line. Don’t think that I’m a cry baby over relationships that did not end in peace, nor do I want to kill my any one who does not love me, I’m just plain and simple in using my words, I love these lines. There are often some lines found in the weirdest of books or in the taglines of most unexpected people in your gtalk list who carry them, and writers like me, hehhaaahhaa , STEAL THEM. I am observing a strange hunger these days for words and phrases that could drive me more frantic towards writing, and fortunately by God’s grace, I’ve been lucky enough to find them.
So , talking about the lines and not diverting much from the so called topic ( hah ! ) . Love as we all know or must have witnessed is divine, and for those who have lost their love (s) , would agree to the latter part too. Love is enchanting enough to grip one’s soul and inspire any go on and on in their narration about how much in love are they with love. And are you smiling? So congratulations you are in love !! and are you hating me ? oops...I’m not that bad ( really ) . no offence !! ( in any case ).
Love for me has been a feeling yet to be explored truly. There have always been factors adding to its pros and cons. And I’m equally in love with these factors. For more than loving love, I love the journey which would take me to my love. Have you ever tried or wondered...that even that journey ...which takes you to your destination ...has been worth loving ? For what fun could adoring someone be...without that journey? What if you could have got him/her so easily ? Just a plain I love you...and no fights to establish its edifice, no cribbing about each others habits, no late night talks, no crying and teasing and no jealously. I guess, the dark side adds to its purity, where reverse things governs the pace...I confirm existence of love !
There is love which is so divine and wicked features to add onto it and that’s what it makes it so wanted and desired. Its always love with wickedness on the rocks, you would know when you’ll have it. It is indeed the unaccustomed mixture of surviving all odds. Wishfully prayed you all get it (even more than once if you want )

Sunday, November 8, 2009

sTrAiGhT EdgE ...

I would never define how obvious is the unexpected these days, how magnificently welcome is something “out of the box” or rather I must say “something not made for the box” , how cliché it is to think straight and how fondered to go about crank . There could be dimensions to what I just mentioned. Take it just as a pie slice . The key is to stay happy , to stay content , and about the diversions the happy and content part has ,from being ethical , moral or to fall within the purview of being accepted.
If you’re still not getting what I intend to say, I’ll be more precise . Think of legalization of 377 , a widespread debate in a country like ours , still lead to the conclusion , countering the laws of the nature as propagated, that a man and a man or the similar case with the bearers of opposite sex can be together. Choices as I mentioned, no longer depend on morality , being right or wrong . They rather depend on the fact “ do you dare “ . You would ask what is there to be dared about . Its a thing as simple as this, that do you dare to punch in block letter, in your mind, the facts, the activities , the ones divulging from what you could have called hysterical , those like that came up, and those that are yet to. The choice is to let know, that there are certain privileges accustomed to you, and so are you to them, and barring you from them won’t be of any good to anyone. For privacy is always private , and so have become choices.
Not just keeping in mind the 377 ordeal, there have been myriad of this kind , like the talks about marijuana legalization. All come close to the recital that no matter what the perception is, changing the course is now a habit of the game, not just a part of it . Be it indulging in drug intake, lying , having a split personality , indulging in act with someone whom you have know just for that night , a visitor called from laying off a few bucks , all these issues are now a normalized version of lives, some close to you, some far-fetched , but they are. As plain and as simple , there is not just an attempt to break the shackles , its an outrage , one that would continue for years to come, one that won’t rest , for it is termed tranquillity for some.
So whenever you have a doubt about what side to go by and what not, just remember , choices now are personal , say it legalized to be personal . Good , bad , cliché, weird , made up , they are of your own. To keep up on the good side, there needs to be a demarcation and cognizance of what the bad side talks about. The edge as we see, is no longer straight . Nor are any of us, who bragged about it. The edge has grown wicked in its own diverse sense and versions making our path pitching over and our destinies void .