My Moonlady...

She sits by herself,
With hollows in her heart.
She likes to believe she brightens the otherwise dull world,
But the world, it deprives her of this happiness.

She calmly bears solitude,
While the world around her moves at its usual pace.

At times, she is forced to hide behind dark,dead shadows.
She sits up there, in the façade of a queen like existence,
Little does anyone know, that her twinkling subjects are not at her mercy.

She doesn’t complain, they say her existence is on rent.
Like a phoenix she stands tall on days,
And disappears into thin air on some, like she never was.
They don’t question her arrival, her leaving,
They know she won’t be gone for long, they take her for granted
She lets them…

I can see her face from far away,
I can see a change of emotions in it everyday.
She smiles upon me; I can even see her sigh,
I see an expression sometimes on her
A look which says, she just bid her beloved ….goodbye.

In some ways she is like me
In some I wish I was like her….
My moon-lady.

I Want To Blog It Blog It!!

I want to blog
For which my brain cells have tried to slog.
I do not know what to write,
My writings now give me a fright !

I do not have a writers block
My brain is lying in serenity in its “chamber” under a rusty lock.
By the way, what is the time by your …errrr….mmm….clock?

Please tell me if you survive reading this piece of crap,
I read it and I was zapped!
Look what has dawned upon me,
I need some fodder for my brain you see.
For all those who do not know this is not how I write
Will never dare again to open this site!!

I don’t know if this is a limerick
Or a nursery rhyme
But in the blogging world
To write such a piece could surely be considered a crime!

But I cant help it, I will write and laugh at my own labor till I cry,
If you think I have lost it…
Kill me and I will die!!!

Lifeless III

The clothes lie in the dryer like you had left them,
The stains on the tea mugs remain.
Everything seems to have changed today,
Yet it all seems the same.

My forehead is still moist with your kiss.
My eyes still unlock everyday to be able to see your face,
My heart still beats with the hope of a twist in fate.

The stench of fresh flowers chokes me to death
The laughter of innocence makes my eyes go wet.
The starlit sky looks like a thousand thorns set up to bruise the already battered.
The wounded moon reminds me of a façade of happiness, hiding in its hollows,
A thousand dreams left shattered.

Stop it. This wait. It makes me want to die.
Stop it. This laughter it makes me want to cry.


The outer me flawless.
The inner me….lifeless.

This and that, here and There!!

I have no energy left whatsoevr in me to write something innovative, out of the ordinary or something which will make you write real nice comments for me.

But, all Giving as I am I shall not deprive you of any non-intellectual humour/crap after all!!:P

I have started freelancing for a Co. So, right now I am working, studying, have commitments at home and of course dig my own grave even deeper by volunteering to do things that I could easily escape from! a very recent one being volunteering to be the public announcer at a rally in Cal!!!!! plz, stop reading that again and again!I did it! coz it was for a good cause and did not feature desperate and frustated spinsters screaching for attention. I am actually real happy that I was a part of it! bloody media did not give the cause any real coverage! guess it did not have enough masala to get their curry spices right!

I also came across a trait of mine that I would never have other wise. Leave me anywhere in the world and I will never get lost!! but leave me on foot!!
There is another trait in me that I can stand strongly for! my road sense sucks!! For those of you who know cal roads, I once walked from maidan to minto park to maidan again and back to rabindra sadan in a day and on another walked from esplanade to central to esplanade to central!!! yes, u read that correct, I walked. I didn’t get lost though! wow!! Having always travelled in a car for as early as I can recollect I was not too familiar with public transport. but now, well, things have changed! from metro to auto to bus to even tram!and I am happy about it!! I don’t know which bus goes from where and stops where, thus, I stop every bus I see and ask “dada, ekhane jaaben,okhaaney jaaben”. some of them even remember me now and before I ask say ,”na, jaabe na”. someones getting famous.

one good thing happened to me though, I have a new phone!! and its a pleasant change after having real sad ones for more than two years now!

nothing really

hmmm....its 1-34 pm. I am at home. have nothing much to do. Guitar classes will start, wen, i dunno. I am blogging, i dunno why. You are reading coz u are nice!!;) (damn did that rhyme??)

I want to go have a cup of coffee right now in CCD, with whom? i don't know!!

No i am not drunk!! the "teetotaler" me!! learnt that word a few days back, and no, thats not how you pronounce it!! and no, the line above did not rhyme!! stop reading it again and again!!'why' and 'nice' cannot rhyme!!

I saw an episode of Bigggg BOSSS or howsoever it is spelt!!,, the other day. Its stupid! the roadies thingy these days on Mtv SUCKS!! i like the show but hate those losers sitting and bitching and dogging!!( why blame the females alone!!wen women bitch its bitching and wen men do the same its "dogging")

oh! and yeah! i know, thanx to my friends i know a lot of you know my name, but i still like to be addressed as "whats in a name". peace****

"anyways,,u continue!! sab good hai!!peace hai!tata!!"

adios

ciao

khudahafiz

My Creation Of Havoc!

After that incredible noise, all was quiet and I was no exception.
I woke up to see no roof over my head.
Infact, I lay on the floor, I could not locate my bed.

I went into the outside and saw what I could have never imagined to have seen.
I moved into my garden. My heart ached, my body froze, my mind, bewildered.
I saw my son. Actually just a part of him.
I saw his aeroplane clutched in his fist,
I do not know where the rest of him was, it was just his aeroplane and just his fist.
I screamed. The inside of me was dead.

I went looking for my little princess,
All that was left was burning ash and that stench of plastic. She never parted with her doll.

My eyes refused to emote and my heart refused to obey.
I rushed to the pond nearby and I washed my face.
But. The touch of water? I couldn’t feel it anymore.

Then I suddenly felt my son’s touch and felt my princess’s little hands in my own.
I kissed them, hugged them tight.
I was elated though startled that they suddenly looked alright!

My son then told me it was time for ‘us’ to go! “Go where”? I asked
He smiled took me by my hand and showed me my bodily self charcoaled!

My creation of Havoc, my Time Bomb refused to follow orders last night.
Before I could plant it safely to kill a few,
It gave me a fight!

The Hidden Truth

Thank your stars that you opened this blog! God alone knows what you would have done if you missed reading it!
All your life you’ve been misled and misguided into believing things that never were true!
You see, I am doing my Masters in Human Rights and thus felt it was my duty to issue these truths below in public interest!

1.Fried food is bad for health.
Food is fried these days in vegetable oil. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you? So you see, the more the fried the better.

2.You should lessen your intake of meat!
Seriously man, what an outright lie! What does lamb eat? Grass and corn, thus logically a kebab is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of ensuring that your body gets enough Greens! Need grain? Eat chicken!

3. Talking too much on the phone is bad for your Ear Drums.
I mean seriously, you say exercise is a must, and one must believe in overall maintenance. How on earth are you going to get your ears to lift those weights!

4.Doing homework on time is a good habit.
No its Not! The world is moving at a fast pace today, you can’t be laid back and take your own sweet time to do your homework at home, it spoils you. So, always remember to complete it in a hurry while your mom is buttoning your shirt, while eating breakfast simulataneously, learn the art of juggling your commitments, the big bad fast moving world is waiting for you!

5. Screaming and abusing are bad.
Ya right! It maintains your blood pressure, thus saving you from a future tendency of a heart attack while also ensuring that you follow Gandhiji’s ideals of saying nothing but the truth about the other person. What on earth have you been taught all this while? Sheeeesh.

6. Lying is a bad habit.
This is the limit! arrey?? See it this way. I lied and my lie saved you from getting mad at me, screaming at me, and a possible chance of an increased blood pressure, of a brain haemorrhage leading to a possible state of a partial coma or paralysis. And you still say it’s a bad thing.
Huh. So much for caring……sobs

7. If you don’t make it to IIM/IIT you are useless.
Obviously not! IIM/IIT people study a lot, get foreign internships, get a lot of money and settle abroad. Thank God that you do not suffer like them. You saved time, went for the Para football, did not become a spend thrift and listen to an Indian boss screaming his ass off at you! Asli Bhartiya!

Hope all of this proved to be an eye opener! Will be glad to incorporate more of these sacred truths in public interest from all of you! ;)