a child was born, with only one arm
it could touch and feel with only one palm,
A year it lived, in that only way,
doing one thing at a time, until the last day

and then one day, a headless child was born,
with nothing to guide, no hope, no dawn.
In the struggle of desperation, a will to live,
a minute is all, the Mighty had to give.

Something

A slow march, a walk alone
filled with feelings as much as a stone,
a gush of wind, blocking my way,
determined they are, to make me stay

I sit down on a rock, watching them stop me..
they struggle to accept what has been down, they know i've been set free..
they weaken with each blow, but they continue to persist.
what is this alien concept, they fail to grasp it.

With a final blow they give it all they've got.
a punch, a shove, they've gone through the whole lot
and i still stand there, smiling and waiting..
what's taking them so long, what the hell are they breaking..
a concept that has nothing to do with the physical being..
its more to do the mind, to open ur eyes and look at what your seeing..

water and earth

A trickle is all it starts with, a slow and drifting thought.
Abruptly it seems, it floods the world, consuming every drought
From within, and without, a powerful grasp,they intertwine in the others embrace.
They long and suffer, almost carry each other, in a passion filled craze.

Change

Everyone plays a role in your life.They shape you and make you who you are.Some people you meet might change you for just a second but that second, but even that second is yours that has been changed.
Time is very relative with reference to change. Some changes take a few minutes and a jolt, while some take years and others a life time. Those people who cause that change must remain until it is complete. Once the change is brought about, you must let them go and move on or you might miss the next one.

scent

A whiff of her fragrance would drive any man insane,
the wooers she has, a boon or a bane?
The scent,that was just a touch,
leaves a memory such.
The vilest of them are instantly smitten,
and all they want is the forbidden apple be bitten.

sleep

Sleep, a companion much sought after,
walks with a smirk, has a shrill laughter.
An everlasting fight with those who are awake,
Sleep, come quickly to me, for goodness sake.

patience

Patience be a dreadful game,
watching and waiting, it all seems the same.
Sitting still, waiting for the right time.
Opportunities pass waiting for the right thyme.

A rose is plucked from the garden of Eden,
displayed in the portico for a while.
And as it wilts its slowly forgotten,
cast away, kept in the shadow of an aisle.


Its fragrance is lost,
the petals are dry,
its stem is brown,
there is a silent cry.

Resurrection

Conviction lost,
things waver.
Lesser fruits
and time to savor.

A goal is set,
something to focus on.
The sun is rising,
with a whole new dawn.

Last piece of doubt
is slowly shredded,
a stupid little light bulb
slowly radiated.

Chalking a plan I may stumble on a thing or two,
To pick me when i fall, I know I will have you.

wander

I wander out, every now and then
Gathering and picking whatever I can find
I return every night and confine myself to my den
Making sure that I don’t go blind

The few things I find, I cherish and keep
Things I live for, and sometimes weep
In these I indulge in day after day
Ending the night in a similar way

What I long for, I might never keep
But thought I give, in my brain it seeps
Cover it up, with ash and dust
Protecting it from the wind, even a gust.

Abandoned

One minute your their, next your not
I know it does not say a lot.
Every time there is something to proclaim
In the end it all seems the same.

The muddle, the confusion
totally screwing up the brain.
Thoughts left hanging
It all seems the same.

Words trickle out
in a rivulet or two.
For someone so verbose
they seems so few.
And slowly and swiftly
the time passes by.
A second too long
A week in the blink of an eye.

Some people

I just don't understand people. They use underhanded techniques to get what they want when the simplest route would have accomplished the same. And they don't really understand the consequences of things. When you are nice, the hit you back. When you ignore them, they still hit you. I guess sometimes the only relationship you can have is one with constant aggression.

I guess i'll have to let go easily......
Or do i??

DAH DAH DHA......

i look into the mirror, and i see,
this aberration, staring back at me.
he moves and talks and is all i've become,
to the force of the people he had to succumb.

On the streets, as i walk, i see,
All the people staring right back at me,
this empty shell, a slow march to hell,
dried and wasted for eternity

que sera sera

Que sera sera,
what ever will be will be,
the future is not for us to see,
Que sera sera.

Last night, I was talking to this dear friend of mine about all of life's problems. From breakfast in bed to the bun's served with it :) I guess everyone's got problems in life. Some are so ignorant that they don't even know they do.. but i realized last night that a good conversation with a dear old( only in the figurative sense) friend brings a lot of things to perspective. She literally sang this song to me, and as she puts it, its beautiful if it means something to you..

Drunko

The fragrance of a women,
as she enters the room.
Leaves me completely helpless
hoping for something to happen soon.

A calm and serene state envelopes me completely,
Wrapping me up, still chiding me gently.
And all the time, I value the most,
was the one we spent together.
But alas I remember we live in a world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Passing truth

The light of the evening sun,
Just glanced upon her face.
Yet her eyes shone fiercely,
in a minute, filled with grace.

All the colours of the setting sun,
were trapped within her eyes.
And the still hid a little known secret,
its true, they cannot lie.

As they look around, searching for something,
In the most unusual place.
They often overlook, and sometimes mistake,
the innocence of a loving gaze.

In time i hope she see's what's true
and comes to realise,
That life is fun, and is only one,
never hidden by lies.

Pyramids were built to last, with sphinxes to guard them,
Monuments and temples, with walls around them.

To weather the forces that change and destroy,
So as to prevent the site from becoming another Troy.

Some fell short of the intended purpose,
While others are still standing tall,
perhaps time will bring about the expected none the less.

As hard as they tried, they failed in achieving their intentions,
Not in preventing bitter quarrel, but to last for generations.

For their creators had believed that they had anticipated it all,
for they were foolish,
though not in intelligence,
but in experience.

And it is from one's experience that i say this,
that all of my plans have never failed to miss.

To always miss the target or fall short of expectation,
only to add fuel and proof to the realization.

Never plan too much and always live in the moment,
for to be spontaneous and to be instant,
for they have never failed to yield the expectant.

"Cheerio, no hard feelings", i say
for what we lost was not the capability,
but just another day.

impression

A blush so innocent,
A thought so pure.
A smile so radiant,
Of this i'm sure.

She treads softly and walks away,
She leaves no impression in the heart she stays.

found and lost

In her gaze i often found myself,
Lost in a sea of tranquility,
In her voice i often found,
My vigor and vitality.

It was as though the world never existed,
Only she was what mattered,
I found myself lost in her,
Ended with my heart shattered.

sublime softness

In the light of the afternoon sun,
I see the salt desert sand,
An infinite treasure it holds,
Yet, truly a wasteland.

The strong winds blew with purpose,
Kicking up a dust of storm,
Hiding all the knowledge with:
All that was vanished by her charm.

She stood there watching,
With her back towards me,
Draped in a burkha, head to toe.
And yet she was completely free.

Her eyes glistened as drops of dew emerge,
She stood still and watched the universe converge.
In a second, a change she brought about,
Hid everything like a blanket throughout.
And in this blanket she walked away,
And the illusion is shattered and what remains is today.

Lost and found

Its early morning when you are raw and exposed,
There hasn't much time to get yourself composed.
As the day passes and the walls are built,
everything is processed with a sword to the hilt,
And life goes on the way it should go.



The day always progresses with a sword above one's head,
Until we survive the sun and stars and retire to bed.
As a child i defended myself with clubs and spades,
I have now progressed to sharp blades.
Blunt or sharp, the pain was the same,
Sometimes my fault, though often I wonder if it was my fate to blame.



Fights i've had and taken part in far too many,
less with clubs and swords, more with penny.
A lot of times, the sharpness did not matter,
It was the tyranny of age and a lot of charm splattered.
I just wish the merit of the argument was which that mattered.



Having weathered battles afar and a plenty,
I have learned to cut down and keep away from many.
Some of them drew blood and some brought in laughter,
and with no scars I have always wished to walk away thereafter.
So many skills learned and so many scars earned;
And still i have no land to call my own,
all I want to do right now is lock away the troubled past,
and try and find someone to call my own.... :)

Lost cause

Guys and girls can never be friends. I know the statement is a very general one but I've had enough proof to justify it. The relationship would change in two ways.

First is when the boy and girl are friends for some time and then they realize that they have "feelings" for each other. This i suppose is a very usual bollywood formula used in umpteen number of movies. Afcourse there has to be a kahani me twist. Some villain comes or the parents are the villains. yada yada. And all that nonsense. These are the kind which will be. And nothing i can say or do will change them.

The second kind is when they are genuine friends who just care about each other as friends. In this case things are a little more complex. The guy and girl don't have any feelings for each other and it is an absolute platonic relationship. But wait, this cant be.. There has to be some spoiler to some thing this nice. And here comes the twist that i called life.. the guy or the girl fall in love with another girl or a guy. If it happens simultaneously, no one looses. But life is not that fair. So one of them finds himself/herself at the shorter end of the stick. The time they spent together is shorter by the day and the every conversation has the others partner mentioned somewhere or the other. Its extremely difficult to have a personal conversation with him/her cause you know that their partner will know about it.A fight will mean that your fighting not one but two minds. To be forgotten is worse than never forgiven.Even time is rarely given.TIME is the most valuable thing in a relationship. Be it friendship, or love.. and u realize, you have sacrificed it all and eventually end up with Nada.Even when you try to be supportive, it kills you inside

I guess its easier to have a friendship with the same sex.. Lot less emotions, lot more reliable..

A friend of mine often asked me, what would happen if either of us were in a relationship
I guess I got my answer

I've never understood what the hype is about. My teachers used to say,"the early bird gets the worm". But i've always been a vegetarian. And even if I did eat meat, I'm sure worms would not be in the menu.
Let me not get started about my parents obsession with discipline.Well since i've started i might as well say it.. DISCIPLINE.."the practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behavior ; controlled resulting from such training" and blah blah blah.
I never quite understood the need for this word. its just become a euphemism for some kind of twisted joke only my mind can comprehend. Then there is the need of my parents to enforce this onto me. Wake up on time(which is too early) and finish what you need to early in the day. Then you'll have the rest of your day to do what ever you want. Its just that what I want is what I do.. i've never actually differentiated between the two and i suppose its hard to also for most people.
I guess its a compulsion, a word used by the society to bring about misery to the people who adhere to its every norm. Something that instills fear in every persons heart if the rule is broken..
But i guess, what most people understand is structure,planning, and living by the plan. "Do something in your life". Make a timetable, follow it.
I Guess some day, even i will look at these word and laugh, what the hell was i thinking.