Monday, February 21, 2011

HoRiZon ..




Night slowly falls
and He sits besides words
And forages perfect ones
To suit the silence , to soothe uneasy nerves

He wonders what will her eyes be like
With a vision so clear , even he can gauge whats next
He swims in her eyes , will he survive?
He looks for a way , but plunges deep inside

He rests on her heart , rests on her soul
falls in love again , sinks in her muse again
He says she sees the world , with horizon in her sight

She creates a distance , when she looks back at him
Smiles with a known curiosity saying
The cloud is above the earth , horizon just moved on
And what is left is the distance , between two things that were together






Sunday, February 13, 2011

SimiLaritiEs ..

Our Similarities bring us to a common ground; Our Differences allow us to be fascinated by each other





I traveled miles in search of myself
I questioned the answers of my traits that were placed
They queued me in people-  like this and that
Until  I met you and came across who I am

I peep in your soul as I wander mine
Your hazy eyes tell , they haven’t been happy for a while
Let me hold your face in  between my palms
I feel this way safe , feeling your breathing and your calm

A mirror to my soul , I can undress you whole
I give up the need to know you more
You could have been a piece of strange fiction
But you are as real as my name , as same as my soul

Your eyes blue , my eyes green
Yet no difference in what we see
I also see a happy road
Till its you , till its we ! 


for Ritika :)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A guy's diary entry ! part 2!



I zoomed my pulsar on this crowded road . We keep repeating this until we spot a smashing chick!
And since the week is known for being so romantic , we certainly wanted to have one girlfriend atleast ..focus on the atleast !
Suddenly we made a sharp turn , and a car slid in front of us and in commotion a rickshaw turned upside down and the road was jammed. The people passed us groans like we are the only ones to be blamed.
Men are always taken otherwise ! No benefit of doubt , never infact !
And there she was . In a salwar suit , at the golgappa shop !
An angel made in India . I lost my heart then and there . And I wanted to eat golgappa's till she leaves !
The pink on her looked so genuine and her kajal looked so unreal , I abused my friend twice to receive back the slangs again , so that I know that I'm not dreaming !
She raised her eyebrows looking at the traffic jam .
Had she not been there I would have slapped the car wala !
But only for her I left him there and parked my bike near the golgappa shop.
I opened my mouth as she lead the golgappa in and closed it when she was done. Only a few moments after , my friend thrashed  me to help me get out of this state .
DUUUDDEEEE I LIKE HER !!
"can't we have some golgappas too ? :( "
He made me realize that in order to do more bird watching we have been saving money and will certainly not waste on the golgappas!
dear diary !
I begin my plea here..
The turn of the road and the road jam was not accidental .
I swear on my pulsar and my glares .. she was aah :D
I have no words !

P.S boys will never have words ! specially when they fall in love ! :)


Happy V week ! hope u find someone !


Friday, February 4, 2011

dIsTanCes ..


Exists comfortably in the veil  , 
of commitments and connections
things are above time and mortality ? 
not something reality might conclude 

Reality might say 
distances are a need
And let the heart suffer 
under its natural greed
Reality might trust the damage 
caused by distances
Only to strengthen bonds 
crossing barbed wires and fences

Distances stay only because of silence
They stay when eyes are misread 
deepening the annoyance
They stay when heart aches 
that its words never got a chance
They live when the heart says 
a spark brought some one closer to me, and now its charm has gone . .


Monday, January 31, 2011

rEd



this striking wilderness
closes in dark as the dusk approaches
as the sun falls in my sight , you rise to bring the sunshine for me .
Perfection lits your face , and till I indulge , purity becomes our name .

you will always be above priorities , that remains no question and no doubt .

a white , like me , paints itself in destiny's darkness ...and a red , like you , makes things easy for me .

Darkening my existence , along with yours .

When you trust my silence , I feel the red of the rose , completing the masterpiece :)

love prevails !

Thursday, January 20, 2011

mEt a TeAchEr ..





I never thought I will post something about a teacher. No , I'm not an anti-teacher student , but I started loosing faith in them since I left school . I lost complete faith after one year of my college life . Not just in Teachers , but in people too. Here in my college , I met people very different from my usual previous school-time set and I wasn't proud of this fact. People in this place , have not changed since three years .

One in every thirty or forty people here , might think of helping you , or listening you , or remembering what was the issue you had and caring enough to solve it . Myriad instances I've had in these three years , of being intolerably tortured , unkindly treated by admin that treats students as unacceptable part of the college . I guess people are not taken as humans , but mere entities , unduly disrespected and de-motivated . What's with the harshness being so common ?

So insane or mad at what ? Students? Once they must have lived this life, right ? So why are blunders so hated? Students mistreated ?

I'm not against the rules , but I'm against the unnaturally weird behaviour and above all when you get to know it comes from a teacher , a guru , it comes as shattering . Was I treated badly ? At times yes . I ignored it , and killed the faith I long back had that kind teachers existed .

Until today I met some one for real at my college . Though I have also met some other good teachers ( those one  in forty ) , but this one was very much like a school teacher .

What made him different ? A lot of patience and respect for students , who are likewise adults and though not much , but worthy .

He treats students carefully , the way he would want to be treated . Respect does not come with the designations of Sir and Ma'am , but with actions that would invoke it to come from within . I don't agree if they are trying to make us strong by being so untowardly rude . When the entire nation has its  culture of flexibility and of talking to even strangers politely , where does aggression come in place at a university ?

I do not hold grudges to duly respected teachers who made it tough for me at times . I know they must have not been in a nice mood when I went to see them , or perhaps never in a nice mood . I'm no one to say this is wrong . Its freedom of expression . But I felt really nice to meet another one in the forty .

Now you would wonder what made him so special ? :)

He offered us unending help . Help in a way that you and I do  to people whom I care for , for people we call our own .
Help that every teacher must do to his / her students.

He will never get to read this I know . Still Sir , Thank You :)

You made my day !

and the good thing is , I have my faith back ! :)
to me , its the Teacher's Day !

Well taught , I feel ! :)

To all my college friends who might read this . Its the Sir whose cabin is in old fet white lab , opposite to Ajay Kumar Sir ! I still dont know his full name , so wont dare misspell it !



Tuesday, January 18, 2011

miRRoR ..




silent . vague . like me . unlike myself.
The mirror rose upon my identity
questions , and wanted answers
but how will a dirty soul
confess and accept its blunders ?

I bluntly look at you , my mirror
stare at you , while you stare at me
I touch your edges
and the glass cuts my skin deep

it aches to know
when your own glass
refuses to reflect your soul
and cuts your skin of guilt
maybe , cuts to heal within

Sunday, January 16, 2011

bLossOm



I am so real.

Though dry , withered of this cold.

But the damage was external. The spirit never dies . And the one I have does not give up as well.

Its cleanly structured to accept honestly , what the world did to it .

The sun made me dry , the cold made me grey and mortality made me succumb.

But till I am attached to my roots . Do not call me dead ! 

ShOe ..


One shoe that was left abandoned . Perhaps the destiny played its game. It aided as a guide, to search love.

How easy was this selection . Of a shoe that made love possible , happens only in fairy tales .

She left it unintentionally , and he followed her till he traced her foot .

I left the shoe and flew away .

and I would never want him to follow me back !

surprised? Dont be .

I'm not as lucky as Cinderella . Nor is he the Prince ;)

Let the byegones be bygones

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

smILe :)




Life spins you around sometimes .
It has , and will remain a fairy tale always. Don't ever give up on the hope that all will get well. You have ample to time to enjoy things , blue , grey and then bright yellow .

Remove the fear of you doing good or nice , just go on , its all what He wants.
Loaded? I know someone who is .

Your friends will care for you like a child. And live with you every moment of pain , agony and anger.
Warmth will spread after a very cold evening , have faith .

Do Wait :)