...if you'd ever asked me and I was not-drunk and not-stoned and not-a-lot-of-other-things, I'd probably tell you this too was among my ideas of picture-perfect romance

1. This blog is not dead.
2. I think I can still rhyme.
3. Indian Ocean should really hire me for writing lyrics for their "songs???"
4. My phone hasnt rung in last 12 hours.
5. I have to reduce my weight else shop more clothes
6. I dont want anyone getting married anymore.
7.This blog has a middle finger which it is pointing at you right now.
8.Baloo is a great dog better than dodo but he will die, soon.
9.I dont have a career.
10.I dont have INR 50,00,000 (fifty fugging facs) to get CMU stamp in my resume.
11.I dont fit into the jeans I bought last to last month.
12.And I don't even friggin' care.
13.My cars number plate is hanging.
14.If you do not have a spine I could lend you mine.
15. Mohit Chauhan better be good looking.
16.This blog has no title.
17.But this blog has a butt.*jiggle jiggle*

लोग कहने लगे हैं....

वोह कहते हैं की हम खुश नज़र आने लगे हैं आज कल,
किसी की मोहब्बत में पड़े हैं या किसी के गम से उभरें हैं...
हम भी मुस्कुरा देते हैं और कहते हैं उन्हें की
किसी और में नही ये बात की हमें बदल दे वोह तो हम ही बहुत दिनों बाद ख़ुद से मिले हैं...

वोह कहते हैं की बदले हुए से मिजाज़ नज़र आते हैं आपके
क्या कुछ मिल गया है जन्नत से जनाब को
हम भी शोखी से कह जाते हिं ऐसे में,
जन्नत हमारे दम से है हम जन्नत के मोहताज नही...

Forever

Theres nothing that we call Forever...




But how I wish it was!

from here n there

not just once
it has happened time n again
i look into the mirror
n relive the pain
the pain of being me
the pain no one else wud know
the pain i have always had
the pain i'll keep to grow
i m not sorry fr wat i am
i am happy in my empire of dust
all i want is to stay in my shell
coz i dont have no one to trust
i m sad but i m not sorry
coz i have learnt to live this way
i have lived being me fr 21 yrs now....
n this is hw i'll fray!!

I had written this bit long back(yes, its been long since I was 21) in a friends blog as a comment... n I realize all these years passed n lifes still the same to me....

I want the Rainbow....

I dont feel pretty, not any more
I want the rainbow, to colour my soul!

I was losing myself with my colours
But i did not understand then
and now i am monochrome
I cant tell apart shadow from my reflection

Violet was my radiance...
and I lost it to the world so sad
With blue I lost
All the stability and the faith I ever had

Indigo was my love for myself
My thoughts and my individuality
Red took with itself all the romance and my fantasies
and brought me face to face with 'what they call' reality

Losing yellow rendered me joyless
I lost my spunk... my tears I could no more hide
Orange gone and so is my enthusiasm
I have lost the furor I once signified....

With green I lost the harmony
I once had with my soul,
But now I want my colours back
I want my rainbow, whole...

... Crap... yeah.. its me!

These days I have been thinking...
yes, talking less thinking more,
good or bad - dunno
but its not normal thats for sure.

I think of times when we laughed
and its strange that it makes me cry
and then when i want to smile again
i pick up a fight..... lol.... dunno why.

There was once a time
when they called me "cute"...
i was "sweet" for some time after that
and then they named me "rude"...

Who am I... i really dont care anymore
so trying to figure THAT out is vain,
'Cause for some i will still be nice, to some rude
but for a few i know, i will always be a pain ;)

And as usual, i have lost track again
guess its cause i m talking after long...
my heart may have gone weaker
but my finger muscles are strong :)

Now getting back to the story
which i have here to share
the story is of my life... naah!
i know you'd least care!!!

The story's not yet complete
and it will take some time
hey did u notice as well
some how i can still rhyme... :))

dheere dheere haule haule

zindagi ke maayne jaan rahe hain hum...
dheere dheer haule haule
ek "naye-khud" ko pehchaan rahe hain hum...
dheer dheere haule haule
uljhanon ke bhanwar se iss dil ko nikaal rahe hain hum
dheere dheere haule haule
majhdahaar mein dagmagaati kashti apni sambhaal rahe hain hum
dheere dheere haule haule

zindagi......

woh ehsaas jise gham kehti hai duniya
muskuraate hue jiye ja rahe hain,
woh paani jise aansoon kehti hai duniya
khud se chhupake piye ja rahe hain,
woh tukde jinhe yaadein kehti hai duniya
apni saanson se unko siye jaa rahe hain,
woh log thi basti jinse duniya hamaari
mohabbat ke dhoke diye ja rahe hain......

Love you....

The missing part of my heart

....yaadein.... baatein

Aaj hum hain, kal hamaari yaadein hongi
Jab hum na honge tab hamaari baatein hongi
Kabhi paltoge zindagi ke ye panne
To shayad tumhari aankhon se bhi barsaatein hongi

A story untold... so far..

He met her first outside a restrobar
He skid his bike infront of her car...
He smirked and said "Ma parking, Honey!"
She bumped into his bike, proud of her money!!

He fumed but restrained, he kept his calm
He was a tough guy yet had all charm,
She stepped out... ah! she looked gorgeous!!
Threw a bundle at his face saying "dont u make any fuss"

He smiled again and walked towards her,
She stood there dazzling in her diamonds and fur
He walked a little closer and held her by her hand
As he felt her soft skin slipping away as sand

She was numb and cold his touch had made her freeze
And suddenly she was back, feeling weak in her knees
He pulled her close, she tried to set free
but his grip was firm, and so frail was she

His face approached hers, she was stunned by maze
He curled his lips, & blew tresses off her face
Her heart best seized, when his eyes met hers
She was brought back to life when he pulled her purse.

She stood there bewildered as he stuffed the money in
Putting the purse back on car he turned away with a grin
She watched him from there as he walked getting far
And slowly he disappeared somewhere in the bar.

... fr u....

in the frst ray of sunshine
in the most beautiful of all views
in the melodies of all songs
in the freshness of dews
in the honest smiles
in the innocence of newborns eyes
in the maternal love
in the fathers pride
in the touch of child
in the calmness of night
in the creators sight
in the winners delight
one thing is common..
the feeling is true
just like my dear
my faith in you!!

... incomplete...

frozen soul
a heart that bleeds
rotten thoughts
in ur mind they breed
calls for u
from the darkest sea
my last resort
to let myself free

echo of my voice!!

in the shadow u see... wat u cant see in light....
in the silence u will hear that voice...
slowly the thoughts wud enter and soon they will conquer...
easy yet difficult ...
so simply complicated..

ever heard the echo of ur own voice... so familiar so knwn yet it feels like coming frm some distant place... somewhere u havent been to... some place u probably dont even belong to...

i think i am becoming the echo of my own voice!!

... in remembrance of my....tear....

i had u in my heart
frm the times unknown
i had u there wid me
as the feelings never shown

i had u close, near n dear
not wanting to lose
i had u not as a compulsion
i had u for u i choose..

i had u as my guard
i had u as my weakness
i had u wen i felt more
i had u wen i spoke less

slowly u come n go...
as a drop out of my eyes
dunno if its u or me
whos paying the price!!

ummm... something

empty mind ... devils workshop.... dunno if makes any sense... but i had to write something...

if u not like it... UR PROBLEM

in the nubness of life
in the darkness of light
in the hatred of love
i search for my soul
in the quiet little laughter
n the noisy silences
in the lonliness of crowds
i search for my soul
in the warmth of your touch
in the calmness of your eyes
in the depth of your quiets
i search for my soul
i know u have seen me
your love radiates from within
but am i worth you
i have yet to decide...
some questions unasked
and answers to find
i have yet to decide
so i search for my soul

An Eternal Love Story..

dear light...



i love you...
but you are my end....



Your truly,
darkness....

....

the feeling was new...
't was happiness being born to sorrow
on the palm of my hand..
i held my fate i held my tomorrow..

a lil overwhelmed a lil surprised
but most of all i was petrified...

is it a No... is it a yes...
what has she sent...
will i see her ever again
or is this the end!!

should i unwrap ..
or should i wait..
its my divine decree
these wraps captivate.

let me wait for the feeling to sink in,
let me wait to catch my beat
let me wait till i m prepared
let me wait till the two ends meet.

just another day with my dillusion
just another day before i end this confusion...

before i find out wats in store fr me
fr just one day lemme bide..
wud it be same dark lost evenings
or wud it be her mornings by my side.

candle lit dinners n her smiling face
or music of silence by the fire place..

the smooths of her skin against my lips
or another song born on my fingertips..

her cares her love the twinkle of here eyes
or my life being put off like fire dies...

just another day before i can brace
watever is in hold... in that wrap n lace!!!

Stars n Me

I am sitting by my window and lookin at the sky...
"Do we really become stars...after when we die..?"

How, I wonder this transition takes place..
where do our hands go.. n where goes our face!!

What makes them sparkle or should I say shine..
Weird it may sound to you, but I think the question's fine.

I really wanna know, how can you tell,
Which ones a guy n which ones a Gal..

Do the old people shine brighter
than the younger ones do...
And also if the country, religion
caste n color matter here too!!

I wonder, as behind the clouds..
moon tries to hide,
Is this what happened to GOD
after when he died