Friday, October 10, 2014

Besabri

Tumko yeh naa ehsaas tha,
Humko bhi kahan khabar hui
Tum toh chup rahe magar,
Humse hi naa sabar hui...
Humse hi naa sabar hui...

Khamoshi ke sannaton mein
Ab toh bas basar hui
Kehna toh kuch chahaa magar,
Shabdon se kahan guzar hui...
Humse hi naa sabar hui...

Saturday, September 27, 2014

ennui

Words need to be uttered...
To break this deafening silence.
Whether YOU speak them or I,
Something, anything, other than a sigh.

Send it crashing, clapping, crackling,
In this bottomless pit of nothing...
Let them appease, atone, anew
This overcast feeling of ennui.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Flashback...

I want to write…
but the words don’t flow.

I want to cry…
but even the largest of waves swell at the banks and recede.

I want to smile…
but the eyes sulk and defy the attempt of the lips.

I want to indulge in conversation…
but my mind lingers in your thoughts,
caressing each word, each phrase;
rewind…
play.

rewind…
play…

I pause, drag my thoughts past time to the present,
playing catch-up.

Now tired…I give up the catch-up game.
The thoughts having played a thousand times, are now dormant.
I sit lonely, lost in nothingness…staring at nothingness.
A lizard’s ticking starts me, destroying the oblivion.
I prepare for another dry day in office.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Being Indian...

Being Indian is about taking pride in our Nation.
Every time the tricolor hoists, it’s about beaming with pride,
Bursting with joy, a sense of glory and gratitude for who we are and what we have...
The freedom of thought, expressions and actions...
The freedom to dream; and the freedom to do what it takes, to realize that dream.

Being Indian is about being proud of our culture,
Cherishing our rich heritage, respecting our traditions, rituals and beliefs.
But being Indian is also about being receptive and open to change,
Being innovative, passionate, hard working and progressive...

Being Indian is about celebrating the glory of the past,
Winning over the present and creating a promising future.

Proud to be an Indian!

Saturday, June 11, 2011

just rambling...

You, are born from some place deep within me...
my brain, my heart, my soul,
or some place else...
hidden between the square expressions and the gooey, mushy mass of feelings
reverberating between various extremes.

You are not my flesh, not my blood,
and yet you are more personal, more intimate,
more a part of me than anything ever was...
or will be.

You are in my thoughts, my ideas,
so deeply entwined with them, that I know not
who came from who...
as unseperable you lay, together defining who I am.

You are not much to look at...
sometimes frail, crawly and thin, almost inexistent...
sometimes loud, boisterous, dominant...
You could be a voice, a scrawl, a thought, a blank...
You could be anything... nothing...
untill I form you, give you birth...

And then you live, forever as a part of me.
And you will live long after I am gone
reminding those I love that
I was... I truly have been.

You, are my WORDS!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I am here...

I am here... right here,
Between the words and blankness,
Between the emotions and stupor,
Between the will and action,
Between the need to be and being,
I was... Iam...
Here... right here.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

About True Love's kiss and more!

There was a world once not long ago, when true love's kiss used to breathe life in the dead, end wars, cure diseases, even undo curses and turn frogs into princes or princesses into Shreks.

Today as we seek true love's kiss, there is just a wee little problem. How err... do you know which of the myriads of love is true love?

Well... its simple. You would know when it walks into your life. Your heart would ring a bell. But as you wait with bated breath for the true love to walk into your life like a whiff of sweet breeze that would change your life forever... well, as you wait, there are Interim Loves and their kisses. Ummm... these... how do you put it? Shall we say, these are starters? Just fillers, not to be mistaken for true love. Do not make the error of gorging on one particular delicious starter so much, that your appetite for the main course is dead...

So well, you wait again... and wait and wait... But your wayward heart doesnt ring the bell... So you decide to marry and most dutifully fall in love. Well, this is the Safe Love. You come back to the love everyday and love them with the same precision of passion everyday. No day is different and there are no surprises. Till your life becomes a shade of grey and then suddenly someone walks in wearing red glasses and you turn to look at them mesmerized, with awe, with curiosity, even admiration. This is when you have met your Secret Love.

You may or may not choose to confess your love to your secret love. But as time ticks away, the secret loses its sheen and shrivels away. And you fall back on your Safe love and pledge to never be tempted again by red glasses or rainbow colours. And you grow old together happy in your safe haven. You live through life together and even miss your safe love when it rests forever.

But wait a minute, where was the True Love? Did you find it along the way? Did you miss it? Or did your heart just not recognize that your safe love was your true love? You will never know. Will you?

Thats all for today. Alvida! :)