A little bird, flapped her wings to fly,
Fell down a tree & started to cry, Why am i so weak, so small?
The gentle tree bent down and smiled, Tiny one, you have it all wrong,
Your frailty is what makes you strong,
A fall merely prepares you for a flight,
To touch rock bottom before you scale new heights.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Rock
Boundless energy in this adventurous body,
Infectious enthusiasm in its restless soul,
Let lose on the floor,
On a saturday evening,when the house is packed,
The sexy musician plays your fav track,
Your feet movin to R & B, retro-rock,
Life is too good to be true,
I wonder why grown ups don't dance anymore...
Infectious enthusiasm in its restless soul,
Let lose on the floor,
On a saturday evening,when the house is packed,
The sexy musician plays your fav track,
Your feet movin to R & B, retro-rock,
Life is too good to be true,
I wonder why grown ups don't dance anymore...
Autumn
The wind kicked up dry orphaned leaves,
A barely audible rustle in the quiet,
Stripped of youth, of composure,
A hateful autumn showed no mercy,
The once supple, soothing green,
No longer clinging to the stolid trees,
The leaves that lent brightness to the landscape, softened d impassive Oak,
Withered to a limp brown…left homeless to rot alone.
A barely audible rustle in the quiet,
Stripped of youth, of composure,
A hateful autumn showed no mercy,
The once supple, soothing green,
No longer clinging to the stolid trees,
The leaves that lent brightness to the landscape, softened d impassive Oak,
Withered to a limp brown…left homeless to rot alone.
Hushhhhhhhh
If life were simple,
And time plain lazy,
I would languish on a flower bed,
Breathe in the damp earth,
Sip my wine of nothing-dom,
No place to rush,
No mad people to greet,
No vicious cycle of work, sleep, eat,
Just an easy day that melts into another,
Blissful, quite, absolutely purposeless.
And time plain lazy,
I would languish on a flower bed,
Breathe in the damp earth,
Sip my wine of nothing-dom,
No place to rush,
No mad people to greet,
No vicious cycle of work, sleep, eat,
Just an easy day that melts into another,
Blissful, quite, absolutely purposeless.
Choices we make
So often life tempts you to make a choice,
Unbidden d forbidden comes to d fore,
What if, a question that burns a hole,
In d deepest recesses of your un-awakened soul,
Neither evil black nor virginal white, only d devils grey
That puts up a fight,
In a world where every desire is short lived,
Sin keeps the average man alive,
A slow death of boredom to a fast life,
From regret to fulfillment to a mans interesting journey inside.
Unbidden d forbidden comes to d fore,
What if, a question that burns a hole,
In d deepest recesses of your un-awakened soul,
Neither evil black nor virginal white, only d devils grey
That puts up a fight,
In a world where every desire is short lived,
Sin keeps the average man alive,
A slow death of boredom to a fast life,
From regret to fulfillment to a mans interesting journey inside.
Shades
He thought she was different…different from other girls,
Simply because she was articulate, had a way with words,
But words seldom make a woman, adversity often does,
Each one rises to d challenge of multiple worlds,
A mother, a daughter, a wife, a friend,
Waging their daily wars, refusing to bend!
With steel in their minds they create a truth,
Of boundless synergy and abundant love.
Simply because she was articulate, had a way with words,
But words seldom make a woman, adversity often does,
Each one rises to d challenge of multiple worlds,
A mother, a daughter, a wife, a friend,
Waging their daily wars, refusing to bend!
With steel in their minds they create a truth,
Of boundless synergy and abundant love.
To Friends
Lost in d face of a crowd,
Unsure, uncertain, first day at school,
Terrifying loneliness at being left alone,
A beguiling smile and there comes lil Miss Sunshine,
To hold your hand and lead you through life & its calamities,
Lovers, gossip, shopping & trends,
Inseparable, irrational, the bond deepens.
To friends…without whom life wud be such a waste!
Unsure, uncertain, first day at school,
Terrifying loneliness at being left alone,
A beguiling smile and there comes lil Miss Sunshine,
To hold your hand and lead you through life & its calamities,
Lovers, gossip, shopping & trends,
Inseparable, irrational, the bond deepens.
To friends…without whom life wud be such a waste!
hmmm
Ever wondered why your eyes shine with lovelorn tears
Or the simple pleasure of clichéd endearments,
the foolish smile of a woman in love?
The wistful reliving of a simmering attraction,
When the rain thumps the window panes,
The joy of winning a silly argument,
Only to lose it in a passionate embrace... ever wondered?
Or the simple pleasure of clichéd endearments,
the foolish smile of a woman in love?
The wistful reliving of a simmering attraction,
When the rain thumps the window panes,
The joy of winning a silly argument,
Only to lose it in a passionate embrace... ever wondered?
Senile
Most days I struggle against all odds,
To be someone I am not,
A better daughter, a better friend,
Words can’t describe my helplessness,
To see people caught up in their world,
A world so small, built on the ashes of a nondescript past,
Greif, regret, glory of old days slowly suck their life away,
A mind set carved in stone,
Reborn to renounce everything that’s good & pure,
The disease - ‘Senile’, I am afraid has no cure.
To be someone I am not,
A better daughter, a better friend,
Words can’t describe my helplessness,
To see people caught up in their world,
A world so small, built on the ashes of a nondescript past,
Greif, regret, glory of old days slowly suck their life away,
A mind set carved in stone,
Reborn to renounce everything that’s good & pure,
The disease - ‘Senile’, I am afraid has no cure.
Art
They merge as lovers at midnight,
Fused, to bring the humble canvass to life,
The pale gold of a child’s skin,
The wholesome orange of a bright summer day,
The earthy browns of a red brick town,
A symphony of colors,
Brushed across a vivid landscape,
Bold and quivering as a pair of moist lips,
Now, I tell myself,
The painter must surely be a talented man,
Blessed to capture, a moment in time.
Fused, to bring the humble canvass to life,
The pale gold of a child’s skin,
The wholesome orange of a bright summer day,
The earthy browns of a red brick town,
A symphony of colors,
Brushed across a vivid landscape,
Bold and quivering as a pair of moist lips,
Now, I tell myself,
The painter must surely be a talented man,
Blessed to capture, a moment in time.
God!
He sat on his throne wrapped in gold, crowned, revered…remote,
And watched people chant his name,
Oh! So often in vain,
Then came the burning camphor, dead flowers & selfish prayers,
All this while a poor man starved,
Desperate, desolate, he lay on the marble steps,
Often pitied and kicked aside, numerous hands rung the temple bell,
But none bothered to hear his plight,
Dead on a cold December night,
Not man, not God shed a tear...at such an abysmal end!
And watched people chant his name,
Oh! So often in vain,
Then came the burning camphor, dead flowers & selfish prayers,
All this while a poor man starved,
Desperate, desolate, he lay on the marble steps,
Often pitied and kicked aside, numerous hands rung the temple bell,
But none bothered to hear his plight,
Dead on a cold December night,
Not man, not God shed a tear...at such an abysmal end!
The Epic Romance
They met, they kissed,
Explored the parallel worlds of that and this,
A teasing note, a light in the eye,
A faint smile, a need to touch,
Impatient breathing, a fastening of pulse,
The innocuous gifts,
The whiff of romance,
The heady pheromones scent,
The craving to feel the silk of skin,
Every contour of that beautiful being,
The urge to satiate that burning thirst,
Days, then months of sheer bliss,
Of each other, as if nothings amiss,
Of love, of laughter, of happiness,
And then…
And then the tide slowly ebbs,
The fire dies out and there’s nothing left,
Now, the beautiful face is a little distorted,
The wonderful being a tad exhausted,
You touch, you caress, you feel no more,
The interesting conversation goes out the door,
Your sleeping partner is beginning to bore,
Is it a systems flaw, ingrained, inbuilt,
Or a man’s search for a perfect mate,
Or maybe it’s excitement he seeks,
A new chapter to thrill,
A different buddy to devour and feel!
Explored the parallel worlds of that and this,
A teasing note, a light in the eye,
A faint smile, a need to touch,
Impatient breathing, a fastening of pulse,
The innocuous gifts,
The whiff of romance,
The heady pheromones scent,
The craving to feel the silk of skin,
Every contour of that beautiful being,
The urge to satiate that burning thirst,
Days, then months of sheer bliss,
Of each other, as if nothings amiss,
Of love, of laughter, of happiness,
And then…
And then the tide slowly ebbs,
The fire dies out and there’s nothing left,
Now, the beautiful face is a little distorted,
The wonderful being a tad exhausted,
You touch, you caress, you feel no more,
The interesting conversation goes out the door,
Your sleeping partner is beginning to bore,
Is it a systems flaw, ingrained, inbuilt,
Or a man’s search for a perfect mate,
Or maybe it’s excitement he seeks,
A new chapter to thrill,
A different buddy to devour and feel!
One night stand
What prompts a man to a one night stand?
The curves, the lines?
Or the asymmetry of a beautiful mind?
Can he see beyond the thrill of it? That he does not hurt another but himself,
Life’s to shallow anyways, why risk ‘hollow’ with your wild ways,
Hang on to that little peace, commitment can be a pain in the a*#,
But it keeps your warm when you are old and cold,
It gives you balance when you fail and eventually fall!
The curves, the lines?
Or the asymmetry of a beautiful mind?
Can he see beyond the thrill of it? That he does not hurt another but himself,
Life’s to shallow anyways, why risk ‘hollow’ with your wild ways,
Hang on to that little peace, commitment can be a pain in the a*#,
But it keeps your warm when you are old and cold,
It gives you balance when you fail and eventually fall!
Murky Mechanics
How small is our world, trapped in an even smaller mind,
How we deny others what we desperately seek,
A helping hand, a kind word, a magnanimous gesture,
A frantic plea to be understood,
Yet, like everything else we judge, analyze,
And sometimes without thinking criticize…people,
Who don’t share our ideologies, neither our friends circle nor our taste,
We laugh at them…fools! Do they laugh at us?
I don’t think so, they are probably too simple to realize,
The murky mechanics of our genius, complex mind.
How we deny others what we desperately seek,
A helping hand, a kind word, a magnanimous gesture,
A frantic plea to be understood,
Yet, like everything else we judge, analyze,
And sometimes without thinking criticize…people,
Who don’t share our ideologies, neither our friends circle nor our taste,
We laugh at them…fools! Do they laugh at us?
I don’t think so, they are probably too simple to realize,
The murky mechanics of our genius, complex mind.
How i gloat!
Euphoric, ecstatic, a million smiles,
A riot of feelings, pure electric and undignified.
To have spent days wanting, waiting, suffering,
Clinging on to a faint glimmer of hope,
When well wisher tut-tutted…there is no scope,
I laugh at them, oh, how I gloat!
For what the mind can perceive…it bloody well achieves!!!
A riot of feelings, pure electric and undignified.
To have spent days wanting, waiting, suffering,
Clinging on to a faint glimmer of hope,
When well wisher tut-tutted…there is no scope,
I laugh at them, oh, how I gloat!
For what the mind can perceive…it bloody well achieves!!!
Child Abuse
Of innocence lost, of muffled sobs,
No place to run, to hide, to shut the big bad world outside,
A tiny body and an even tinier mind,
ravaged, ruined, robbed of life…for life,
By those…so close, she hardly feels their putrid bodies,
Pressed, forced, slammed against her childish form,
Months of agony, a sea of blind neighbors, aunts, cousins,
And a pack of wolves devouring,
An innocent life!
No place to run, to hide, to shut the big bad world outside,
A tiny body and an even tinier mind,
ravaged, ruined, robbed of life…for life,
By those…so close, she hardly feels their putrid bodies,
Pressed, forced, slammed against her childish form,
Months of agony, a sea of blind neighbors, aunts, cousins,
And a pack of wolves devouring,
An innocent life!
A wistful mind
Silence of an empty room,
Memories of a wistful mind,
Laughter of fun-filled times,
Torment me late into the night,
Dark, asleep, dangerously quiet,
My dreams are strange,
No head, no tail,
No sweeping romance no fairytale,
Simply a yearning to be someplace,
To snuff out this empty space.
Memories of a wistful mind,
Laughter of fun-filled times,
Torment me late into the night,
Dark, asleep, dangerously quiet,
My dreams are strange,
No head, no tail,
No sweeping romance no fairytale,
Simply a yearning to be someplace,
To snuff out this empty space.
Feel
Feel free, feel alive,
Feel the flow of that funny feeling inside,
Let that silly smile blow,
Let dirty words steal the show,
Hear again those mushy songs,
Hold hands, grope in the dark or maybe just come on strong!
Live again those teenage years,
Love again, life is a blast,
Look again…the spell is cast!
Feel the flow of that funny feeling inside,
Let that silly smile blow,
Let dirty words steal the show,
Hear again those mushy songs,
Hold hands, grope in the dark or maybe just come on strong!
Live again those teenage years,
Love again, life is a blast,
Look again…the spell is cast!
Men...phew!
Be wary of men, who have no heart, no soul,
Warier still of those without a sensitive bone.
I say this, of love I know very little, of hate even less,
Irony of ironies, what I am confident of is the man,
Whom I don’t understand at all….
Warier still of those without a sensitive bone.
I say this, of love I know very little, of hate even less,
Irony of ironies, what I am confident of is the man,
Whom I don’t understand at all….
Flip-side
I make no promise that is easy to keep,
Success in life is often the hardest to reap,
In the war against failure,Odds of a mind accustomed to defeat,
Are minimal as to be minuscule,
Yet the scales tip to favor triumph,
An ordinary man dares to dream, hope awakens, the spirit soars,
Dread disappears as vampires in daylight,
The force of nature then runs its course,
And the adrenalin rush loses its source,
Doubts crowd and push you afar,
The abyss crawled, throws open its arms,
Waiting to swallow your vision of a famed author, a crazed artist or a film star,
Time flies but your mind is trapped,
Trapped in the angst ridden moment,
That carries the news, heads you win and tails you lose
Success in life is often the hardest to reap,
In the war against failure,Odds of a mind accustomed to defeat,
Are minimal as to be minuscule,
Yet the scales tip to favor triumph,
An ordinary man dares to dream, hope awakens, the spirit soars,
Dread disappears as vampires in daylight,
The force of nature then runs its course,
And the adrenalin rush loses its source,
Doubts crowd and push you afar,
The abyss crawled, throws open its arms,
Waiting to swallow your vision of a famed author, a crazed artist or a film star,
Time flies but your mind is trapped,
Trapped in the angst ridden moment,
That carries the news, heads you win and tails you lose
Fast life
There are days, my thoughts are dark as sin,
And ugly as only truth can be,
Life is simply passing by,
Casual as the waive of a hand,
Senseless in its entirety,
Hunched in front of computer screens,
Love, passion, a pattern of sorts,
No mushy poetry, no nature walks,
No sweet nothings, no secret talks,
Work, people, wasted for better or worse,
I find myself stumbling… in the faceless dark.
And ugly as only truth can be,
Life is simply passing by,
Casual as the waive of a hand,
Senseless in its entirety,
Hunched in front of computer screens,
Love, passion, a pattern of sorts,
No mushy poetry, no nature walks,
No sweet nothings, no secret talks,
Work, people, wasted for better or worse,
I find myself stumbling… in the faceless dark.
My Valentine
St. Valentine, come be mine,
For, I know not love and the joy it brings,
Mindless gifts in gaudy pink,
Perky flowers in gruesome red,
A heart shape to add the cupid’s touch,
Some fine wine and the choicest cuisine,
Cheesy love songs to get the evening moving,
Surely, love is in there…somewhere,
I must have missed it with my unpracticed eye.
For, I know not love and the joy it brings,
Mindless gifts in gaudy pink,
Perky flowers in gruesome red,
A heart shape to add the cupid’s touch,
Some fine wine and the choicest cuisine,
Cheesy love songs to get the evening moving,
Surely, love is in there…somewhere,
I must have missed it with my unpracticed eye.
Estranged…
Dark, cold, bitter silence,
That gnaws at my very core,
I wonder, what happened to the girl who laughed?
Where did all the laughter go?
The joy of being with him, to feel secure, wanted…loved
Did I really ever feel like that, was he ever my man?
I don’t how to fix it this time, nothing left to repair anymore,
What can I fix, when he knows nothing,
My happy smile, my hurting smile, the songs I like,
The dreaded evening walks,
The lonely meals that go down my throat,
Every cigarette that I diligently count,
And curse myself for speaking out loud,
The monotony that grips my marriage,
The way we could never become friends,
No teasing note, no affection in your eyes,
How I longed to be loved again…
The people I left behind, now laugh at me…
How I wish all this would go…leave with you come Sunday
And maybe you’ll know I was worth the while…someday.
That gnaws at my very core,
I wonder, what happened to the girl who laughed?
Where did all the laughter go?
The joy of being with him, to feel secure, wanted…loved
Did I really ever feel like that, was he ever my man?
I don’t how to fix it this time, nothing left to repair anymore,
What can I fix, when he knows nothing,
My happy smile, my hurting smile, the songs I like,
The dreaded evening walks,
The lonely meals that go down my throat,
Every cigarette that I diligently count,
And curse myself for speaking out loud,
The monotony that grips my marriage,
The way we could never become friends,
No teasing note, no affection in your eyes,
How I longed to be loved again…
The people I left behind, now laugh at me…
How I wish all this would go…leave with you come Sunday
And maybe you’ll know I was worth the while…someday.
@ 30
Life with its miseries,
Death and its mysteries,
Are no clearer at thirty,
Than they were at fifteen,
Wisdom with age never came,
Love is simply a game,
Memories for a rainy day,
Dreams for vacant eyes,
Old melodies for a lonely soul,
Forced smile from a dried up heart,
No cake, no candles,
No ribbons, no balloons,
No fairytales, no Sunday cartoons,
The bitter reality set in pretty soon.
Death and its mysteries,
Are no clearer at thirty,
Than they were at fifteen,
Wisdom with age never came,
Love is simply a game,
Memories for a rainy day,
Dreams for vacant eyes,
Old melodies for a lonely soul,
Forced smile from a dried up heart,
No cake, no candles,
No ribbons, no balloons,
No fairytales, no Sunday cartoons,
The bitter reality set in pretty soon.
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