Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
A wish
Dying to be myself
In my world
With no one else
Holding On
Till i get the sign
Waiting
Till nothing is mine
Crying till
The last tear drop flows
Emptying my heart
Still there are many blows
Dying to be myself
In my world
With no one else
In my world
With no one else
Holding On
Till i get the sign
Waiting
Till nothing is mine
Crying till
The last tear drop flows
Emptying my heart
Still there are many blows
Dying to be myself
In my world
With no one else
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Inside You
Living,
Inside You
Floating,
Like a planet in your galaxy
Dreaming,
Like a fetus in your womb
Praying,
Like a three year old in your temple
Living,
Inside You
Inside You
Floating,
Like a planet in your galaxy
Dreaming,
Like a fetus in your womb
Praying,
Like a three year old in your temple
Living,
Inside You
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Distance
I can smell it in your voice
I can spot it in the noise
I read it in your eyes
Felt it in your breath's size
I can hear it in the silence
I can hear it more than once
I can spot it in the noise
I read it in your eyes
Felt it in your breath's size
I can hear it in the silence
I can hear it more than once
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
That Dress
Whenever I see that dress, I think of You
Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts line-up in queue
"How much for that one, that one in Blue?"
Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts line-up in queue
"How much for that one, that one in Blue?"
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Question
Who are you?
No no...I am not asking
Whether you are a Hindu or Muslim.
I am not so naive.
No no...I am not even asking
Weather you are a Dalit or a Brahmin.
I am bored of that and i think even you are.
I have a new question for you,
Tell me,
Who are you?
Maharashtrian or Bhaiyya?
What?
You are a Human Being?
I don't know what is that.
What?
You are a Indian?
I know that.
Even I am.
But that's not what i am asking.
I am asking you a simple question.
Tell me,
Who are you?
Maharashtrian or Bhaiyya?
Why?
Why I am asking?
Its simple...
I need to rule.
For that I need to divide.
Simple.
Isn't it?
So now tell me.
Tell me,
Who are you?
Who the hell are you?
Maharashtrian or Bhaiyya?
No no...I am not asking
Whether you are a Hindu or Muslim.
I am not so naive.
No no...I am not even asking
Weather you are a Dalit or a Brahmin.
I am bored of that and i think even you are.
I have a new question for you,
Tell me,
Who are you?
Maharashtrian or Bhaiyya?
What?
You are a Human Being?
I don't know what is that.
What?
You are a Indian?
I know that.
Even I am.
But that's not what i am asking.
I am asking you a simple question.
Tell me,
Who are you?
Maharashtrian or Bhaiyya?
Why?
Why I am asking?
Its simple...
I need to rule.
For that I need to divide.
Simple.
Isn't it?
So now tell me.
Tell me,
Who are you?
Who the hell are you?
Maharashtrian or Bhaiyya?
Monday, October 20, 2008
Beginning, End
Everything that has a beginning,
Has an end.
I knew this in the beginning,
But now its difficult,
To put an end, to the end.
Has an end.
I knew this in the beginning,
But now its difficult,
To put an end, to the end.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sound
I had heard that sound before,
I knew it from its core.
It shook me...away my world blew,
It broke me...wasn't it long time due?
Now, as before,I have begun
The journey, and started to run.
I knew it from its core.
It shook me...away my world blew,
It broke me...wasn't it long time due?
Now, as before,I have begun
The journey, and started to run.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Weekend Illusion
Weekends.Saturdays and Sundays. Everyday of your weekday you plan bits of your weekend.You just keep on filling your weekend to the point it bloats into something like a vacation, but you wont give up.
Weekends are not at all stress buster. Because on sunday eve you feel...oh there is still so much left to be done. You feel miserable and start cursing the poor punctual Monday. But whose fault is it? Monday's ? Weekend's ? or Your's?
There is no point in planning so much for the weekend because it consists of only 48 hrs. Come on. Its not a vacation. Its just 2 days. Just two simple days starting with a simple S. Out of that 48 hrs, minimum 24 hrs goes in sleeping and thanking god for blessing us mortal humans with the miracle called Weekend. But this miracle feels like a cruse, especially after the Sunday shopping bill.
The solution to fight this out is to plan nothing for the weekend. Absolutely nothing. Well thats what i am going to try out and write about it. Probably this weekend or the next or the next....
Weekends are not at all stress buster. Because on sunday eve you feel...oh there is still so much left to be done. You feel miserable and start cursing the poor punctual Monday. But whose fault is it? Monday's ? Weekend's ? or Your's?
There is no point in planning so much for the weekend because it consists of only 48 hrs. Come on. Its not a vacation. Its just 2 days. Just two simple days starting with a simple S. Out of that 48 hrs, minimum 24 hrs goes in sleeping and thanking god for blessing us mortal humans with the miracle called Weekend. But this miracle feels like a cruse, especially after the Sunday shopping bill.
The solution to fight this out is to plan nothing for the weekend. Absolutely nothing. Well thats what i am going to try out and write about it. Probably this weekend or the next or the next....
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