Monday, April 23, 2012
The storm has ended …
so did my qualms!
It’s just a phase, they said.
Well, it’s becoming a routine for me now!
A routine I do not want in my life
but keeps knocking on the door every now and then!
And I keep opening the door hoping for sunshine!
May be I should look through the keyhole next time!!!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Metamorphose
I cannot afford to cry ...
I cannot even sob in the
silence of my bedroom ...
I've to be strong ...
Or show the world that I'm bold ...
Or more importantly
that I'm a heartless bitch ...
But do not believe
that I'm weak ... I'm bold.
As being weak and caring for others
din't really serve the purpose all these years.
Until recently, I was a girl confused
of the practicalities and unrealistic modes of life.
Fully driven by emotions that screwed me up to the core!
So I decided to change myself.
To transform into something new
that I never knew I could be.
So friends, here is the metamorphosis of a girl ...
I'm a heartless bitch now !!!
... ... ... At least in front of some.
I cannot even sob in the
silence of my bedroom ...
I've to be strong ...
Or show the world that I'm bold ...
Or more importantly
that I'm a heartless bitch ...
But do not believe
that I'm weak ... I'm bold.
As being weak and caring for others
din't really serve the purpose all these years.
Until recently, I was a girl confused
of the practicalities and unrealistic modes of life.
Fully driven by emotions that screwed me up to the core!
So I decided to change myself.
To transform into something new
that I never knew I could be.
So friends, here is the metamorphosis of a girl ...
I'm a heartless bitch now !!!
... ... ... At least in front of some.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
.... Recap ....
I saw you.
I looked at you.
I looked away.
My heart trembled.
I looked again.
This time, you were staring at me.
I couldn't breathe.
I looked away.
I wanted to come to you.
I wanted to tell you how badly
I loved you all these years.
But when you spoke to me,
all I could ask was 'how are you?'
I had almost lost hope.
That's when you appeared in front of me.
I was on a time machine.
Back to the days I loved the most.
It was an experience.
I knew it.
It is still an experience.
Now I know it!!!
I looked at you.
I looked away.
My heart trembled.
I looked again.
This time, you were staring at me.
I couldn't breathe.
I looked away.
I wanted to come to you.
I wanted to tell you how badly
I loved you all these years.
But when you spoke to me,
all I could ask was 'how are you?'
I had almost lost hope.
That's when you appeared in front of me.
I was on a time machine.
Back to the days I loved the most.
It was an experience.
I knew it.
It is still an experience.
Now I know it!!!
Monday, April 12, 2010
While I lay on my bed
pondering over her vibrant paintings,
I sensed the unseen rays of
intense emotions that remitted
through the canvases into my conscience !
And I said.
"Señora Frida,
usted me inspira a que viva
en sufrimientos con todo prospere
en vida a través de poesía y de pinturas !"***
................
*** (Spanish)
Madam Frida, You inspire me to live in sufferings yet flourish life through poetry and paintings !
pondering over her vibrant paintings,
I sensed the unseen rays of
intense emotions that remitted
through the canvases into my conscience !
And I said.
"Señora Frida,
usted me inspira a que viva
en sufrimientos con todo prospere
en vida a través de poesía y de pinturas !"***
................
*** (Spanish)
Madam Frida, You inspire me to live in sufferings yet flourish life through poetry and paintings !
Monday, February 22, 2010
I'm trying to
stitch my wounded heart.
It's painful
and I can't do it anymore.
I will have to leave it open,
for the germs to eat my wound.
Still the pain will be there,
causing slow and horrifying death.
My wounds open,
my grieves exposed.
I wish I were
anesthetized by your love,
my wound was stitched,
to be healed forever !
stitch my wounded heart.
It's painful
and I can't do it anymore.
I will have to leave it open,
for the germs to eat my wound.
Still the pain will be there,
causing slow and horrifying death.
My wounds open,
my grieves exposed.
I wish I were
anesthetized by your love,
my wound was stitched,
to be healed forever !
Sunday, February 21, 2010
A little poem that I wrote for my Darshhh, about the red flower she clicked the other day.
As red as a flower,
I could just see the redness.
Yes, the redness of that
thing called 'flower.'
Redness that stands for
a feeling called 'love'
or
Redness that stands for blood ???!!
I pity the flower for being 'red'
For it never knew,
I would create such a goof about it !!!
As red as a flower,
I could just see the redness.
Yes, the redness of that
thing called 'flower.'
Redness that stands for
a feeling called 'love'
or
Redness that stands for blood ???!!
I pity the flower for being 'red'
For it never knew,
I would create such a goof about it !!!
'Better' things !!
I've better things to do,
rather than fighting with you !!!
I've better things to do
like missing you ...
I've better things to do
like cherishing memories of us both ....
I've better things to do
like crying when you do things not acceptable ...
I've better things to do
when you give me reasons to hate
and I try to love you more and more !!!
So this is it !!!
I've better things to do
rather than fighting with you !!!
rather than fighting with you !!!
I've better things to do
like missing you ...
I've better things to do
like cherishing memories of us both ....
I've better things to do
like crying when you do things not acceptable ...
I've better things to do
when you give me reasons to hate
and I try to love you more and more !!!
So this is it !!!
I've better things to do
rather than fighting with you !!!
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I talked about you
to a friend for hours.
He was a good listener…
I told about our tales
the whole night …
And now I’m suffering the loss !
Why did I do that ?
I knew that you will disturb me again
Still, I couldn’t stop.
And that’s why I kept
you locked in a hidden
chamber deep inside my heart…
Never!!!
Never ever to be opened
and to be forgotten.
But the past unfolded
And now I’m searching
for the lost key to lock you in again !!!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Christmas message ...
London is covered in snow…
Christmas is around the corner …
I believe Christmas stands for goodness
And the snow is covering everything bad
Keeping them underneath until Christmas is over!
Now let us all enjoy giving and taking gifts,
chocolates, wine, hug and kisses
Let us enjoy the Christmas lunch with family,
forgetting the worries and intolerance for each other …
And when the snow melts…
when Christmas is over …
we will be out of this illusion..
and back to the practical world
paying interests for many credit cards
on which we did the Christmas shopping!!!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Somethings are too obvious.
But not so obvious, he thinks!
Why does he make it not obvious
but is very obvious in real?!
Aaahh! He thinks I'm a fool?
I obviously know to behave not
too obvious that he is clean obvious!!!
And he got upset
everytime when I asked?
Atlast I heard it from him...
The hidden 'obviousness'!!!
But not so obvious, he thinks!
Why does he make it not obvious
but is very obvious in real?!
Aaahh! He thinks I'm a fool?
I obviously know to behave not
too obvious that he is clean obvious!!!
And he got upset
everytime when I asked?
Atlast I heard it from him...
The hidden 'obviousness'!!!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I'm trying best to
keep myself so busy that
I've no time to think !
Still the chilled weather
is easily turning my mind cold.
So cold that I'm numb now !
Wish I could be numb forever ...
So that the tears can't flow down ...
Wish the day was over long back ...
So that I could again try and
win over time some day until I succeed !!!
keep myself so busy that
I've no time to think !
Still the chilled weather
is easily turning my mind cold.
So cold that I'm numb now !
Wish I could be numb forever ...
So that the tears can't flow down ...
Wish the day was over long back ...
So that I could again try and
win over time some day until I succeed !!!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I'm seeing a lot of
weird people these days.
They talk of unpleasant ideas
that does touch my heart
but not my thoughts !
I closely watched them;
tried my best to grasp them.
But still they say,
I'm no better than an alien
landed from an unknown world.
Foreign to their thoughts n emotions.
I felt foreign as well and doubted myself.
Seeing those strange people,
now I feel strange about myself.
weird people these days.
They talk of unpleasant ideas
that does touch my heart
but not my thoughts !
I closely watched them;
tried my best to grasp them.
But still they say,
I'm no better than an alien
landed from an unknown world.
Foreign to their thoughts n emotions.
I felt foreign as well and doubted myself.
Seeing those strange people,
now I feel strange about myself.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Why do I dream about a future ???!!!
When there is none at all !!!
Why do I try to forget my past ???!!!
When that’s all what is left now !!!
Why do I not live in the present ???!!!
When all advise me to do so !!!
Wish someone understood
what I’m going through now …
My past attracts me like a magnet.
My present is numb like my mind.
My future is a road in the woods leading me no where !!!
When there is none at all !!!
Why do I try to forget my past ???!!!
When that’s all what is left now !!!
Why do I not live in the present ???!!!
When all advise me to do so !!!
Wish someone understood
what I’m going through now …
My past attracts me like a magnet.
My present is numb like my mind.
My future is a road in the woods leading me no where !!!
Friday, July 17, 2009
It is summer …
And I was washing
dishes yesterday, after lunch.
I spotted an ant on a washed
plate that was left to dry.
I killed it with a tissue,
the next moment.
Then, I thought.
I should have carefully
taken it on that tissue
and set it free outside my window.
But I dint do that
and killed a life, instead.
So I cried,
Thinking how cruel I was.
I killed a life.
I cried thinking
how human I’m!
And I was washing
dishes yesterday, after lunch.
I spotted an ant on a washed
plate that was left to dry.
I killed it with a tissue,
the next moment.
Then, I thought.
I should have carefully
taken it on that tissue
and set it free outside my window.
But I dint do that
and killed a life, instead.
So I cried,
Thinking how cruel I was.
I killed a life.
I cried thinking
how human I’m!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Don't give me that sarcastic smile !
I know you are smiling or
even laughing at me now.
I've to admit.
I'm a fool that
I've fallen in love !
You told me once.
"You don't even know me!"
You have only seen
that side of love.
Knowing each other well
and then falling in love
or rather entering a pact of love.
But there's another side to love.
And that's why it's widely known as
'falling in love.'
But you would never know that
because you have never 'fallen in love'!
I know you are smiling or
even laughing at me now.
I've to admit.
I'm a fool that
I've fallen in love !
You told me once.
"You don't even know me!"
You have only seen
that side of love.
Knowing each other well
and then falling in love
or rather entering a pact of love.
But there's another side to love.
And that's why it's widely known as
'falling in love.'
But you would never know that
because you have never 'fallen in love'!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I never woke up next to you.
But I did.
I never shared a dessert with you.
But I did.
But I did.
I never shared a dessert with you.
But I did.
I never watched movies cuddling with you.
But I did.
I never went for long drives with you.
But I did.
I never did a million things with you.
But I did.
Yes. I did it all
in my secret thoughts.
I did it all in my secret world!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
You are just a child.
You don’t know the
art of avoidance!
When your words
blocked your voice,
I realized it!
Do you remember?
I dint let you explain
for I knew, that would be hard for you.
If you don’t know how to avoid,
look at me, I will show you.
I’ve practiced it
for years, though I dint wish to.
It’s an art where you hurt yourself.
I’ve mastered it over the years!
You don’t know the
art of avoidance!
When your words
blocked your voice,
I realized it!
Do you remember?
I dint let you explain
for I knew, that would be hard for you.
If you don’t know how to avoid,
look at me, I will show you.
I’ve practiced it
for years, though I dint wish to.
It’s an art where you hurt yourself.
I’ve mastered it over the years!
It’s not easy, I’m telling you.
The art of Avoidance !!!
Some are very practical in life.
And some don’t know what it is!
It is said,
those who are practical
succeed in life, forgetting the past.
.
.
.
.
And those who are not,
fill their blogs with
childish cries and
despair filled words.
Big Deal!
The damage is done.
So why can’t I have the liberty
to fill my own blog.
Atleast, I don’t have to ask you.
And some don’t know what it is!
It is said,
those who are practical
succeed in life, forgetting the past.
.
.
.
.
And those who are not,
fill their blogs with
childish cries and
despair filled words.
Big Deal!
The damage is done.
So why can’t I have the liberty
to fill my own blog.
Atleast, I don’t have to ask you.
I pressed my nose
on the pillow to get your smell.
But in vain, reminiscing
the fragrance of your sweaty hair.
I pressed my hands
on my heart to suppress the grief.
But in vain, holding your
memories in myself.
I pressed my lips
on each other to hold my cries.
But in vain, sobbing
like a child on your rejection.
I became the culprit.
And you became the good boy.
Well, this had to happen
sooner or later !
on the pillow to get your smell.
But in vain, reminiscing
the fragrance of your sweaty hair.
I pressed my hands
on my heart to suppress the grief.
But in vain, holding your
memories in myself.
I pressed my lips
on each other to hold my cries.
But in vain, sobbing
like a child on your rejection.
I became the culprit.
And you became the good boy.
Well, this had to happen
sooner or later !
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I saw a bajaj scooter
passing by today.
A very rare sight on the
cobbled streets of Brussels.
A man with his daughter
was on it, her little hands
tightly around his waist.
My dad too, has a bajaj scooter.
The one in which I've had
a lot of incredible rides.
It is still there, parked
on a corner of my house.
Not used very often now.
When my new black car
took over the garage,
it silently wept, I guess.
But I still miss that bajaj scooter
and the rides with my dad,
tightly holding my hands
around his waist !!!
passing by today.
A very rare sight on the
cobbled streets of Brussels.
A man with his daughter
was on it, her little hands
tightly around his waist.
My dad too, has a bajaj scooter.
The one in which I've had
a lot of incredible rides.
It is still there, parked
on a corner of my house.
Not used very often now.
When my new black car
took over the garage,
it silently wept, I guess.
But I still miss that bajaj scooter
and the rides with my dad,
tightly holding my hands
around his waist !!!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I smiled looking
at his childlike face.
I simply smiled.
He asked me
why I was smiling?
I simply smiled again.
Why do you have
to ask me this everytime?
There are a million hidden
dreams and feelings in those smiles.
Those are things I'll never tell you ...
For I know, you are not mine.
So just see me smile
looking at your childlike face.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
I haven't watched
TV since yesterday...
I haven't read the
newspapers since yesterday...
I wouldn't dare to
for I do not want to see
your soulless body,
your frozen blue face!
Let me remember you
as my dearest 'aami' ...
I remember your twinkling eyes..
I remember your smell..
I remember your embrace..
I remember your words..
I remember your smiles..
I remember your naughty comments...
I remember everything about you!
I cried for hours
and it made me feel better.
I've missed you all these years.
I will miss you all coming years.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I hate the corporate world.
Oh God!
Please don't push me into it.
I have never understood
the agendas, targets,
diplomacy or politics.
I do not wish to understand them.
Let me be happy in my world
where words come alive,
birds play around me,
flowers allure me with it's fragnance,
where dreams come alive
and urge me to write...
I feel the bliss here.
I'm happy here.
Oh God!
Please dont snatch this amazing world from me.
Oh God!
Please don't push me into it.
I have never understood
the agendas, targets,
diplomacy or politics.
I do not wish to understand them.
Let me be happy in my world
where words come alive,
birds play around me,
flowers allure me with it's fragnance,
where dreams come alive
and urge me to write...
I feel the bliss here.
I'm happy here.
Oh God!
Please dont snatch this amazing world from me.
We played a game.
We set the rules too.
'Why did you get worried?
I know the rules,
I haven't forgotten them.'
(Though I would love to!)
'Come, let's play again.
So that I see your
excitement like a small boy.
But I must say,
you are tempting me
to forget the rules.'
Maybe he knew it.
Because he din't come
to play with me again!
We set the rules too.
'Why did you get worried?
I know the rules,
I haven't forgotten them.'
(Though I would love to!)
'Come, let's play again.
So that I see your
excitement like a small boy.
But I must say,
you are tempting me
to forget the rules.'
Maybe he knew it.
Because he din't come
to play with me again!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Chocolates
He offered me a chocolate.
I said, 'No, Thanks.'
'But you love chocolates?!' he said
'Yes, I do.' And I did not explain.
I watched him eat his chocolate all by himself.I did not feel tempted.
(I wanted to laugh)
But I just smiled.
I simply thought to myself.
"Did he not know that
the things you love the most
should be enjoyed very slowly?
If I have it all day and night,
I will stop loving it.
And I want to enjoy chocolates forever! "
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
If I want...
I can call you now.
I can text you.
Type and send msgs like...
'I love you'
'I miss you'
'I can't live without you'
'Kisses'
'Hugs'
'Yours forever'
But I wont.
Because ...
only your number is familiar to me now.
You've become unfamiliar to me.
But I still cherish the familiar 'you' in me.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Passion
Emily burnt like the cigarette between her shivering fingers. She was shivering head to toe as she sat next to the window, looking outside at the lonely park. It was a cold breezy night.
She casually thought about her first meeting with Ed. So passionate, that they did not wait for a second chance to kiss. It was again a cold night. She was wearing a light jacket that couldn’t resist the rude weather.
‘One can’t trust the Belgian weather.’ Ed said, as he smiled looking at her sparkling eyes. That was his first conversation with Emily. ‘One can’t trust a man’s mind’, she now thought.
As Emily searched for the pack of cigarettes for the next smoke, she could see a young lad staring at her, not realizing that she was not there at the window for a catch late in the night. She looked at him for a while and looked away at the sleeping urban jungle.
Cities are not so scary like the countryside at night, where Emily grew up. They are beautifully illuminated even at night though you can expect the worst nightmare. But the first night with Ed was not scary but memorable, like rest of the days and nights that followed. Those days were very beautiful that their six year old son, Mathew was now silently sleeping in Emily’s bedroom, believing his mother was sleeping close to him.
Emily felt her tears rolling down her cheeks. But when she tried to wipe it off, she realized there were no tears. She was not left with enough energy to cry more. She had cried all her life till now, after Ed had left Emily and Mathew when he was just six months old. He had not ditched both of them, but had gone to follow his dreams to become an accomplished writer.
Emily visited bookshops regularly to search for the name, ‘Edward John’ among the new comers list. She even tried in the best selling lists restlessly, if she had missed his previous books. But never found Ed’s name or books. She had been sighing, weeping and crying since then.
‘Let me write my first thoughts ever. Hope you will like it, Ed.’ Emily thought while she walked to the dining table. Everything was ready for her to start writing. Papers and pen had been set long since she had been thinking of writing to Ed.
Emily had been waiting for the right moment to begin that creative process. And finally, here it was! It was a cold, breezy and silent night. Everything was perfect now.
Emily took the pen and began writing, a task which had never tried before.
Dear Ed,
Here is my first ever writing, only for you.
You always wanted to be my first lover.
I wanted you to be my last lover.
I played passionately and won.
I love you
Yours forever,
Emily
While Emily wrote her name, her hand was shivering and weak, not because of the freezing night, this time. She was bleeding to death while her right hand drenched in blood. Emily was soaked to her skin in red making her beautiful face, pale now.
She played and won passionately. Indeed.
She casually thought about her first meeting with Ed. So passionate, that they did not wait for a second chance to kiss. It was again a cold night. She was wearing a light jacket that couldn’t resist the rude weather.
‘One can’t trust the Belgian weather.’ Ed said, as he smiled looking at her sparkling eyes. That was his first conversation with Emily. ‘One can’t trust a man’s mind’, she now thought.
As Emily searched for the pack of cigarettes for the next smoke, she could see a young lad staring at her, not realizing that she was not there at the window for a catch late in the night. She looked at him for a while and looked away at the sleeping urban jungle.
Cities are not so scary like the countryside at night, where Emily grew up. They are beautifully illuminated even at night though you can expect the worst nightmare. But the first night with Ed was not scary but memorable, like rest of the days and nights that followed. Those days were very beautiful that their six year old son, Mathew was now silently sleeping in Emily’s bedroom, believing his mother was sleeping close to him.
Emily felt her tears rolling down her cheeks. But when she tried to wipe it off, she realized there were no tears. She was not left with enough energy to cry more. She had cried all her life till now, after Ed had left Emily and Mathew when he was just six months old. He had not ditched both of them, but had gone to follow his dreams to become an accomplished writer.
Emily visited bookshops regularly to search for the name, ‘Edward John’ among the new comers list. She even tried in the best selling lists restlessly, if she had missed his previous books. But never found Ed’s name or books. She had been sighing, weeping and crying since then.
‘Let me write my first thoughts ever. Hope you will like it, Ed.’ Emily thought while she walked to the dining table. Everything was ready for her to start writing. Papers and pen had been set long since she had been thinking of writing to Ed.
Emily had been waiting for the right moment to begin that creative process. And finally, here it was! It was a cold, breezy and silent night. Everything was perfect now.
Emily took the pen and began writing, a task which had never tried before.
Dear Ed,
Here is my first ever writing, only for you.
You always wanted to be my first lover.
I wanted you to be my last lover.
I played passionately and won.
I love you
Yours forever,
Emily
While Emily wrote her name, her hand was shivering and weak, not because of the freezing night, this time. She was bleeding to death while her right hand drenched in blood. Emily was soaked to her skin in red making her beautiful face, pale now.
She played and won passionately. Indeed.
Freeeeeeze
I wish ...
everyone else froze
for a few minutes,
So that ...
I could hug you tightly
and kiss your lips passionately !
everyone else froze
for a few minutes,
So that ...
I could hug you tightly
and kiss your lips passionately !
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Long ago...
there lived an old man.
People called him 'insane'
For he slept on the streets
and had no worries still.
He lived with the 'cents'
thrown at him by the rich.
On a bright sunny day,
he was watching a couple.
He smiled at them,
and sang a love song.
A little girl came upto him
and asked, "What is love?"
He carelessly replied:
'They say love has no boundaries.
Yes, it has no boundaries when one
asks for commitment in love.
So dear, choose a man who has
love and boundaries in life !!!'
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