Done & Dusted!

what is done is dusted.
what is past is gone.
what exists is now.
and what is to come is tomorrow.
or is it already here???

what remains constant is change.
what remains the same is hope....
life at times seems like get, set & go!
for us, never to give up
and never to say a no!

you didnt understand...

you didnt understand...

I tear my heart open,
I sew myself shut.
My weakness is, that I care too much.
And my scars remind me,
that the past is real...
I tear my heart open,
just to feel.

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you were drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
I took a bold stand.
But you didn't understand.

I tried to help you again
Against my own advice
Cause you were still drowning in the water
This time I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
You did see that
And you did understand!

It was time for you to take a bold stand
But then
you didn't understand.
& you didn't understand...


An adaptation from Song "Scars" (Write-Up by and credits to Papa Roach)

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Heights

I want to go.
I want to go up there, and reach the heights.
Height so high that I may have to look down to the world and just smile back!
But I still want to keep my feet placed firmly on the ground.
In other words, I want to grow in height
And not fly high!

As I said earlier, I just want to rise
high and high...
meet the clouds
and kiss the sun!!!



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A bird flies in...

A bird flies in my room.

Beautiful and full of life,
It chirps and sings!
After a while,
It searches for a way out.

I open all my windows to let it fly.
It does...
As I watch her fly out,
I quietly hope
That it will fly back in again!
And never go out!

I wish to wake up each day with Her...
And the pleasant song its sang and touched my ears
The one that humbled my soul for years and years!!!


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Money Matters!!!

No matter how deep I dig my hands into my pocket, they come out empty handed!
When I open my wallet, it smiles back - rather laughs - at me like an old man without any teeth!

I find a piece of plastic! With renewed zest, I go to the ATM (most Indians call it Any Time Machine not Automated Teller whatever!), enter the amount that has to come out, and all that I hear is a long beep!

I feel pitiful, like a teenager deprived of some A-Grade stuff by the over-smart and over-intelligent Indian Censor Board!

I come out, look up at the Yellow Street Light that barely overcomes the darkness of the night. I feel sorry for it; so does it, I guess, on me! And I wait for the morning sun to rise! But its cloudy out here! The Met Department confirms the same!!!

I go back to bed, pretend to be asleep, hoping I will sleep soon! And that my dreams will surround me soon!

And then...
I dont want to wake up again...


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Questions?

WHEN I LAY MY HEAD DOWN AT NIGHT THE QUESTIONS OF LIFE, LOVE, WORK, FRIENDS, THE WORLD IN GENERAL SEEM TO OVERWHELM ME. Ramblings are getting louder and more cluttered in my head. The thoughts, the emotions are flooding my soul and I can't control them anymore. How to contain the raging waters?


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“We never know when we would start drawing blood if unable to draw water...”

It did rain those days.
There was some heaviness in the air.
The wind was loaded with overflowing moistness.
As far as the eyes could travel, they could see the impact of rains.
The rain-water tumbled through the slopes and the streams gushed through the foot-hills with a delicate and eloquent elegance.
Wherever we stepped, the soggy soil bled some more water – literally!
The only thing that was not soaked was the sweltering sun.
As skin dissolved with a sticky and a juicy perspiration, our thirsty mouths went dry.
It was nearly the day end and our water resources had betrayed us.
But the one thing that did give us some company was our empty bottles.
So we had some hope.
There was so much of water around us but nothing was drinkable.
Our expectations now rested on the shanties that we could see from a distance.
Rushing through we knew that the village will have something to cheer us up.
And then we came across this.

Water did not come out of this tap.
And then something trickled!
A Drop!
Just a Drop...


We looked at each other and our speechless expressions said it all.

I was looking for a apt title to describe it and came up with the one at the top.
Guess it sums up what I think & fear.

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You & Me!

Should I feel fortunate enough or should I regret,
As we would now separate no sooner than we met.

You came in my life; everything seemed so nice.
& You now suddenly leave... when the stage is all set.


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