“The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.”

 सोचा आज जज़्बात कलम से बयां करें,

चलो आज तुम्हे कोई नाम  दें.

किताब का वो पन्ना खोजा जिस पर कोई सिलवट नही,

नहीं था कोई दाग...न कोई निशाँ, नाहीं किसी की छाप.

पर अब सोचती हूँ...

किस सिहाई से तेरा नाम लिखूं?

किस रंग से तेरा ख़याल  लिखूं? 

किस मोड़ पर ये मकाम लिखूं? 
बोल कौनसी सिहाई से तेरा नाम लिखूं? 

याद आईं कुछ सुन्हेरी बातें; 
कुछ अँधेरी ; सुन्दर नीली रातें. 

कुछ वो धुंदली गुलाबी सा-पहर मैं लिखी  नज़्में , 

पीली हसी, कुछ नम  सुरमई खामोशियाँ. 
कुछ हरकतें, कुछ शर्तें , कुछ  काली सच्चाइयां .

सतरंगी खुशबुओं सी मुलाकातें.

और कुछ हरे लम्हातो में बिछी लालियाँ


बता किस सिहाई से तेरा नाम लिखूं? 

इन सबमे से किनपर  ऐतबार करूँ. 

इस वाकिये का कैसे इज़हार करूँ .

किस मोड़ पर ये मकाम लिखूं?

बोल  किस सिहाई से तेरा नाम लिखूं? 

*real old post..another attempt to avoid piling up unread garbage*

a known stranger

i close my eyes

  imagine u

  and that face pops up

  yes.

  you are a moment.

  a moment that is blissful

  now i m making a full hour of it

of bliss

  it is hazy and misty

  and has lots of rain

  and a windowpane

  where you and me sit

  watching the rain drops

  just that

  and...

wait

  and the best part is we cannot see each other

  you don't see me neither do i

  i am in your embrace...

  you are holding me'tight.

  and i feel you, feel you feeling me

  

you feel me?

and there goes my 201st post.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

stuck in the middle. Asking for directions?

Cuz' whose to worry if our hearts get torn

When that hurt gets thrown

Don't you notice life goes on

selfishness?
honesty?

how much should a person be honesT?

how much selfishness is enough,required?

Krish once told me selfishness should either be a 100% or  a complete 0%

i was compltely lost when i asked him...how much selfishness is ok enough to  let by?

he said you are answerable to yourself.

so when you actually want to do something do it.

when you do not want to do it and you do it out of gratitude, or for the fact  that the  person will feel bad do not do it. you'd stress yourself out.

do it if you are a mahatma and are actually liking what you are doing. 

do not , ever be in the middle.

it should always be in the extremes, absolute. a total 0% or a total 100%.

i am lost. am stuck in the middle.
am in a soup because i am brutally honest but after doing that  i cant walk out.

i stay back and sympathise and stay back and reflect over the bluntness i have shown.

i am numb but i say selfish direct things and then lament.

i cannot walk out like nothing happend, i cant help but stay back and look at the face of the assasin, look back and see not hurt or anger but a look that is of shock... the how-could-you-of-all-people-do-it-look.

i am sick of working on, building, working over, smashing into, not getting upto, not living upto expectations. 

i am sick of people having expectations from me.

i am sick of not living upto them .

i am sick of all the smothering .   

i am tired of being the third person and living like a spectator of my life.

i cant get a hold onto to it.

it is running beserk without aim, away away away.

i am running into it...running away from something?

running towards something i do not know. 

i see a vast green field with loads of fruit trees, a huge red kite and a blue sky, the kite just broke off from the string, i am running after it to catch it. i run run run away far into the field, and the field is endless. there is no end to it. 

no beggining no end.

and when i finally look around i find myself lost in the green field.

which looks exactly like the one i was flying my kite in, but now i am not sure if it is the same one. 

honey now if I'm honest 

I still don't know what love is 

Another mirage folds into the the haze of time recalled

And now the floodgates cannot hold

All my sorrow all my rage

A tear drop that falls on every page

I'm sick of hearing my own lies
And love's a raven when it flies

Meet me on the otherside




oh bluebird come sing again

romance

love the ad!

i miss it

as you grow up you gain so much. gain experience, the tact of dealing wiht people. you learn facts and facets of your life and those of others. you gain a deeper understanding in to the complexitites of relationships. rather you are amazed at the different startas where realtionships stand. there are bizzare relationships. there are complicated realtionships. there are relationships whose only stnading point is the fact they thrive on silence. there are relationships that have two people talking so much that there is no silence between them as if afraid that silence is goint ot bring in barriers, create space for awkward questions to be asked.
there are relationships that have no room for questions and there are others that have no need for questions between them.
yes, i have had bizzare relationships.
weird ones, with people that have known and shown me different facets of me.
some showed me my place, some played along and still stay etched.
but yet, in spite of all this i miss being a child.
yes, today i miss being a child.

i miss not thinking twice before calling up somone. 
i miss returning calls,smses. 
i miss people shreiking at me when i do not. 
i miss having a friend. 
i miss being a friend.

i miss not acting like a cynic, 

i miss not reading too deep into lines that may or not mean all that i am looking into. 

i miss blushing and not regretting me acting like a child. 
i miss being the special one

i miss acting all stupid and not actually knowing that i did act stupid. 

i miss going up to a guy with a class filled up with people and sob and say sorry.
i miss having that strength. 

i miss the trust that i had that i wont be snubbed. 

i miss being snubbed like that and yet trying again. 

i miss being a child.

i miss it. 


...............
photo from another awesome blog spot here

scrubbed clean

you know you are face to face with the biggest failure in life when you take your defences, close your eyes to something you know is happening right under your nose, and then are treated like a pushover. it like letting them treat you like one. 

realisation 1: if you are have been fucked in life before and that turned you into a cynic, STAY. don't let anyone else teach you anything otherwise. 

Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies
Before I open up my arms and fall
Losing all control

So whose to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know this life goes on

the Wednesday. happy or otherwise. a beautiful Wednesday.

the coward's tale

i write a lot about love, about the rains. yes.
but i am at loss to comprehending how much i love the two. love  the notion of 'LOVE' and love the 'rains'!


yes, i am the coward. i would gladly love 'LOVE' but i do not have the courage to face the repercussions, the angst the pain that is often accompanied with it...no, wrong choice of words, that is 'ALWAYS' accompanied with that.
yes, i am the coward. i would gladly love 'rains'. i will get drenched in the rains and come back home and make a face when i have to change from the drenched jeans.
yes.

i am sick of being the coward i am.
 i am.
but yes, i will go out today, get wet and complain again.
i will fall in love, let the person know and then and fool myself about him loving me back the same...
i'd just fool myself into believing he does, i'd just fool myself, telling that it is not that bad...
i'd miss him and then fool myself into believing that he does that the same.

i am sick of being the coward i am.
i am.

but yes i will go out today, get wet and complain again. 

no it is not love
it is just a tingling feeling when my toes rub yours
no it is not love
it is just the wind that gives me the goosebumps
no it is not love
it is just the sound of music.
no it is not love
it is just me, it is just plain old you.
no it is not love.
it is just a soft silken scarf.
no it is not love
it is just that i tasted the best food.
no it is not love
i just hopped instead of walking.
no it not love
it is just the rain.
no it is not love.
no.


is it?

take this sinking boat and point it home we've still got time

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

cannot get enough of these guys

Tonight, we're the sea and the salty breeze
the milk from your breast is on my lips
and lovelier words from your mouth to me
when salty my sweat and fingertips
Our hands they seek the end of afternoon
My hands believe and move over you
Tonight, we're the sea and
the rhythm there
the waves and the wind and night is black
tonight we're the scent of your
long black hair
spread out like your breath
across my back
Your hands they move like waves over me
beneath the moon, tonight, we're the sea

..................

a beautiful comment on youtube for the song said:

"Imagine a dark night with two shapeless souls       dancing in the moonlight to the symphony known as love. The souls seep sweat and drops of passion as they slide past each other over and over again. The wind wraps them like a cool blanket as they draw ever closer. Plump bossoms collide with with hard skin and heartbeats pulsate like drums. As the grip ever tightens....then loosens in fell motion. The whispering souls slide into pillow sheets as the moonlight dances with the wind over their bodies"

.

from the 'Dead Poet's Society'

John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? 


..................


John Keating: Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go,
[imitating a goat]
John Keating: "that's baaaaad." Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

-------/--\--------

the flirt

the underplayed people/time/resource management havens 

sadly not too hard to get addicted to, not too hard to get de-addicted

The worst thing to happen in life is to realize and recognize unattainable perfection...nothing else then lives up to it.

a star and the gray cloud.

him: u could be a star!

her: no.

       i can't shine that bright.

      

him:depends on who is looking at you...

her:i would rather be the gray cloud...

      you would love me when i come.

       you would drift in the hope i bring.

       you will cry foul when i burst out and destroy you...

       but then again...

       you will wait for me in anticipation of a havoc.

       you will miss me when i am gone

  

-------/--\--------

must watch!!

exactly what a person desires complete artistic freedom away from the hassles of how conventional or not it is supposed to be.
 like me talking if asked what i wanted with my life.

no wonder i like him so much.

standing.

picture this. you are standing at a place. there. that spot. the world around you is changing. running, walking, sprinting. people bumping into you all the time. but yet you are standing there still, still.

no matter the circumstances, no matter who last called out your name. no matter what you do, how much you do, you are standing there. 

no one cares to budge you. you don't find them enticing enough to let them.

you are still standing there. 

like time has stopped for you and yet at the same moment it stopped light years passed. 

you are still there. standing there. 

-------/--\--------

BLISS

bliss

is a man singing me poetry,

bliss

 a man playing a flute. 

bliss 

is when i am speechless, when i cannot fight back, when my ego is slashed. 

bliss 

is when wind blows my hair away from my face.

bliss

is riding on my brothers bike and us singing out nonsensical songs aloud. 

bliss 

is talking to a friend and getting a perspective, a compeletely new line of thought that you could never lay your hands on

bliss

is finding out soemthing new about someone you have known for ages and even then it is just in time. 

bliss

is waiting for a text message and getting it when you have lost hope. 

bliss

is YOU.

bliss 

is not wanting to wake up from the bed and not feeling guilty about it. 

bliss 

is being commfortable in your skin

bliss 

is listening to different versions of your favourite track.

bliss 

is listening to music and songs so beautiful that you cannot decide which one was better.

bliss

is reading someone writing your heart out

bliss

is shedding a tear when you kiss.

bliss

is finding out that someone is better than you expected.

bliss

is people living upto your expectations.

bliss

when you can be mad at someone without the fear of losing him/her.

bliss 
is the capacity of zero expectations.
bliss. 
is ME.

BLISS- 

mom calling me, rain from my balcony,my brother, music, poems,watching 3 beautiful tracks back to back, fighting over a scoop of icecream with two spoons,work, work when you are getting better at it, a friend missing you and you find him/her exactly at the same time.

i was all set to start a newer happier blog, a place that was devoid of all the sadness that this place is so laden with, a friend told me that i would squeeze this place off the little happiness it sees...i list out my moments of pure joy here. 

the constant companion

aloneness is  a state of being that does not take in account your circumstances. 

a state of being that you might as well as may have been addicted to, a situation created by you or inflicted upon you or maybe not.

i post, re-post and re-re post my blog entries...sometimes because i hate piling up unread garbage, sometimes because i find myself feeling the same things all over again.....

here is a toast to the constant companion.... 

http://thismomentcalledlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-i-feel-lonely-sometimes-when.html

the above said link is to the blog post of a very dear friend of mine... krish for me, SV for some and Gopal for someone special. And when i read this a few days back it was like he wrote my heart out...


and i added to that...


sometimes i feel lonely when the silence engulfs my shrieks,
sometimes i feel lonely when the only person witness to my life is me.
sometimes i feel lonely when i laugh at an incident that happened long back but cant share that laughter with anyone else.
sometimes i feel lonely when my eyes swell with tears, i hold them back farcing a bold face, 
i feel lonely when i am successful at masking myself.
sometimes i feel lonely when thoughts and feelings fill me, yet go un-noticed. 
 sometimes i feel lonely when i have so much to say yet remain silent. 
i feel lonely when life still goes on. 
sometimes i feel lonely.

-------/--\--------

reason.

"chalo am leaving."

"good bye"

 ...

"aaj kal aap mujhe rokte nahin?"
...

"rukoge?"

...

You are the reason to leave.  

I am the reason to stay. 

-------/--\--------

bataun hain kya aansuon ki haqeeqat; samjho to sab kuch na samjho to pani

i looked for you everywhere
deep within me. in my soul. my heart. my thoughts.
i looked for a picture of you. i looked for your trace.
no
nowhere
i did not find you
a tear drop then formed in my eyes, rolled down kissing my cheeks and died on my lips.

yes there you were. 

you walked the shortest distance.
lived the shortest life.
you still are the teardrop that forms almost every night.
you are the teardrop laden with sighs, laced with a stringy nostalgia.
you are just a teardrop.
you are a teardrop nevertheless.
yes. the teardrop. 

-------/--\--------

desire

the longing does not satiate

the inability to hold you kills me deep inside.

i haven't tasted your lips but i can feel them on my mouth. 

i haven't tasted your tongue but i can see it slithering inside me. 

to have your arms around me i would kill.

is it lust?
i disagree.

is it not?
  i cannot deny. 

your eyes lingered on my skin...

long enough to make me wet inside.

i bloated and floated at the same time. 

i shrunk and flew at the same time.

i haven't seen you in days it only adds to the delight. 

the sweet pang of being the kill that you left...left in the lurch to die.
agonized with misery, yet i look at myself with envy and pride.

you chose me to fall in the trap...hand-picked before you could have me tried. 

tourtured and tormented with tantalising thoughts of us close.

your eyes hyptonising me, ravaging me, feeling me.

all over me.


you all over me. 

her: "why should i stay in-satiated?

why ain't i allowed the philter?"

him: "what good is satiation?

what good are desires when fulfilled?"

................................

“A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times”

random conversations: what next?

falling in love is ok.

living the romance awesome. 

it is great to want you.

but what happens after i have you?

and to this juggernaut  says:

"falling in love can be compared to climbing the everest.

 all throughout your journey you keep chanting: 

i have to climb it.

i will climb it.

i am climbing it. 

but then when you reach the top, you have no idea what to do next."

sala ab kya?? 

-------/--\--------

ek shakl hai jo aankhon se hat ti nahin.

ek ehsaas jo adhoora hokar bhi pura hai.

ek khamosh main hun. 

ek khamosh se tum.

khamosh tum me, main apna geet dhundhti.

khamosh khud me, tumhara aks. 

-------/--\--------

frozen

me in your rear-view mirror

me in the reflection of your guitar

you in me. 

-------/--\--------

awesomeness

be here now just like the wind.





something like love. 

alon-ness.

there is this monotonous song on your background, through the day; irrespective of the fact that you are asleep or awake, studying or whiling away time. 

and it does not really matter.

there is this sinking feeling, that is in contrast with the random smiles. 

there is an absence that is felt without even countering the presence. 

you miss somethign that you do not even know.

but it does not matter.

where hours go by, without having spoken a word, when days go by without having tidied the sheets.

but it does not matter.

where it does not make a dime's difference when you are undressed/under-dressed/overdressed.

and it does not matter 

when you are alive and dead at the same time,

yet again does not make a difference.

when you don't know how the day ends, but each second passed is etched painfully in your mind like on stone.

when you are so lonely that you can witness silence even in loud cheer. 

when even you don't even speak to yourself. 

-------/--\--------

sham tanha si lage

roothe naina, mohe na chaina...
kya haalat hai meri main kaise kahun.
tere aane se, tere jaane se...
main adhura reh gaya.

-sham tanha, agnee

-------/--\--------

"tere bare me jab socha nahin tha

main tanha tha magar itna nahin tha"

ye chand sirf chand tha bas!
tumhare chehre ko raushan karti chandni nahin. 


raaten meri thi, meri neend sirf meri ;
tere raasto ko takti, sapno me jalti, andheri raat nahin. 


main thi, sirf main;
tumhari chahat me tarasti adhi-jali, aadhi-bujhi, koi adhuri aas nahin. 

main thi, sirf main.

-------/--\--------

Raindrops on My Windowpane

Don’t you feel jealous when they touch me like that?

When they feel my skin and wet it like that?

Doesn’t it hurt you to know that I revel in their sound and that your voice, in the song of the raindrops, dies out?

Do they mock you when I am theirs?

They do that to me…

I hate then when they feel your lips

I hate them charting their ways into your being

They kill me when they drown my sound;

They burn me when they touch you when I am not around.

Raindrops on my window panes live like me

One drop at a time, one moment it is

One moment they are born they fall and then die

They are no tear drops, no.

No children of desire they are; No wanting or need.

They are the result of a game played; of a connived history.

photo courtsey : ad-infinitum

 -------/--\--------

HEARTBEATS-RAINDROPS-BREATHS

And the night shall be filled with music
 And the cares that infest the day 
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
 And as silently steal away.


 ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done


I am blessed.

Not because i have the world's bestest parents. Not because i have a core group of people;

to look up to; look towards for help,advice.

Not because 'I am'.

But in spite all this.

Because i can feel, i can hear and  see and smell.Because my senses are intact. Because on a quite Sunday afternoon i can listen to a song that can make me smile and cry at the same time.

"if i lay here,

 if i just lay here,

 would you lie with me and just forget the world"

"lets waste time chasing cars,

  around our heads"

"i need your grace.

   to re-mind me,

   to find my own"

-chasing cars, snow patrol.

How when you listen to a song today and two days later it speaks to you in different languages. Like the same words adorned with melody will sing you the blissful pangs of separation today and then the peaceful serenity of contentment the second time.

I feel blessed when i realize how i manage to fall in love with songs all the time.
How i can have as much of them as i want,how i can read into them as much as i want.
How i can keep listening to them as many times as i want.
How a song can keep singing itself to me, stay with me as long as i want, how a song  is never jealous and manages to remain just as sweet when it reminds me of bitter memories, as it was when it reminded me  of my moments of bliss.
How i can never have enough of them.
How some songs keep me hooked even after continual-prolonged listening.
How some songs I hate keep ringing in my brains sometimes.

I'm blessed to have my senses intact  :)

there is a blog that i dedicate to the only constant thing in life. 

music. 

it's all music.

-------/--\--------

is raat ke safar me sehar ki koi aas nahin;

ek tere labon ki pyas hai bas aur koi pyas nahin. 

dariyaon se lad rahe they ham majhdhar me tumse mulakat hui;

ek ajeeb si lagan lagi hai ab, haan ab sahil ki koi aas nahin.

-------/--\--------

magic.

her: i am in that stage in my life where i do not mind anything. i am open to everything. it is ok if it is done. am fine if it is not.

him:mujhe aise log nahin pasand hain. matlab mere bagair b guzar sakti hai. meri koi kadar nahin.

her:[silently looks at him]

[after a day]

her: maine teri ek baat ka jawab nahin dia....

him: interesting that you remember...

her: they say that you have to put in magic and  magic is created...

-------/--\--------

random conversations

him:i come here everyday, every after noon during the lunch hour. thinking about you.

  her:

  what is the use

  i am not here

  him:

  it is not for your use, it is for me.

-------/--\--------

---- कई बार यूँ ही देखा है, ये जो मन की सीमा रेखा है मन तोड़ने लगता है, अनजानी आस के पीछे अनजानी प्यास के पीछे मन दौड़ने लगता है ---

कौड़ियों के दाम बिकते हैं अब, कौड़ियों में हैं खरीदे जाते ,
धोका है? हाँ ! जनाब मंज़ूर है ये बी अब हमें;
मजबूरियां नजदीकियों की हैं , धोके  ही सही;
धोके में हैं जीए जाते...

-------/--\--------

what is it to be a man?

what is it to be the provider?
what is to then lose and have hope filled eyes pinned on you?

what is it to be the strong shoulder?
what is then to cry on the bathroom floor?

what is it to be a man who leads the woman?
what is it to be the child and yearn to sleep on her lap?

what is it to be a father?
what is it to hold that thankless position when the accolades are taken away by the 'doting mom'?

what is it to start the family?
what is it to stand at the background and watch it grow?

what is it to bleed for a woman?
what is it to then be able to let go off her, be the one to be blamed?

what is it to be the victim, yet play the villian?
what exactly is it to be a man?

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A lie whispered in darkness.

A truth denied.

The whisper is declared : darkness lead to light, lies gave way to truth.

yes, Off- love I am now; but still stood here deprived.   

here to there.

a story
a beginning an end.
life
cradle to death.
movie
the casting - 'the end'.
book
preface to the blank page.
feeling
thought - goosebumps



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thank you

there is a song i sing that you decipher.

my language that you understand.

there is a need that you can satiate.

there is a wrath that you calm. 

there is a hollow that you fill. 

a storm that you let ravage.

the touch that you decode. 

there is me, that you allow to wander. 

there is a me, that you find when lost.

image from: HELLO

realizations: (oh! too many now to count)

1.moms, mummy, ama, ma....all these manifestations of human beings are extremely difficult to live    with.i have mine who did not want me to sleep this afternoon.i had a balst of pavitra rishta blaring in my ears along with the glaring afternoon sun in my eyes. =|

2. i know all the crucial 'BING-BING''S and 'BONG-BONG"'S of the very crucial crazy frog track. =)

3.no matter what kind of relationship you share with your grnadma she still gives the best medical advices mine gave me one on acupressure. =D

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all has been said and done

 here i beg. borrow. steal.




Céline: I, I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making... making it look my... my whole life is revolving around some guy. But Loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

Céline: And he's so cute! He has beautiful blue eyes, (he closes his eyes) nice big lips, (back-pouts his mouth), greasy hair, (she laughs) I love it. He's kind of tall, and a little clumsy. (softly) I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away. (smiling) // He kind of kisses like an adolescent, its so cute. //


Céline: So often in my life I've been with people, and shared beautiful moments like traveling, or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew those were special moments. But something was always wrong. I wished I'd been with someone else. (They both laugh)
I knew that what I was feeling, exactly what was so important to me, they didn't understand. But I'm happy to be with you. You couldn't possibly know why a night like this is so important to my life right now, but it is. This is a great morning.


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the complete script>> here

the conversation that never was -1

"So say you'll watch over me

When I'm in too deep

Tell me you'll always be

There to pull me free"

what will it be like to have someone to watch over you?

you are down he comes to you pats u and says it will be ok,

you do not listen ...

he looks at you... you start with swear words..pleading him to get away.

he dsnt..he looks at you...

you shreik...shout...go hysterical...asking him to leave.

he slaps you...

you are stunned.

you look at him.

tears in your eyes.

he hugs you, says "it will be ok"

you whisper a silent 'i love you'...

what will it be like to have some one watch over you?

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"Can you do Division? Divide a loaf by a knife - what's the answer to that?" ~Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

i am not the only one with a brilliant imagination and bad maths! i have got company!! 

=D

try THIS link...must see for all Calvin N Hobbes' fans!

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Just Like That

well there is  a lot of work at hand and i was planning out the details of how to make the ends meet. i was looking at the calender and it suddenly struck me that i completely forgot about the birthday of an Aries guy friend of mine, who i was completely crazy about apparently.

i remember whining and sighing about him. i remember us, me and him, spending so much time discussing so many things. i remember a particular pact between us, that of us getting married to each other if we did not find any one worthy till we turn 30. i remember him driving from one end of the city to another just to attend the annual function at my school where i was performing.
but, i forgot his birthday.

he is not in my friends list. he is not on my blogroll. i dunno if he would even read this.
i remember he was a sweetheart.
god bless. happy belated birthday!

how time passes,

how we live and leave;
how we earn friends and foes.

how we earn memories.
how we whine and sigh and kill and mull over this, today,

he we completely loose touch, how we fall apart and walk away.
how a past fight or a kiss draws a smile in equal measure,

how a past romance or a break-up is remembered with equal pleasure.

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why don't you come?

sneak into my dreams...

list the endless realities...

talk to me in whispers...

talk of the surreal, of fantasies...

wish me with a sombre kiss...

sing to me a silken lullaby...

walk with me to love amiss...
 lead me to the light ahead; lets walk away leaving life by...

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..

kal tha phir ek khwab dekha...

aaya hai tera paigaam dekha.

aankehn khuli to na tu, na koi khat...

labon ke tale ek bas ek nishaan dekha.

ek khidki khuli si,

dheemi khushbhu, baarish ki booden;

akele se aaine me tera aks dekha,

phir tha kal ek kwab dekha...

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wild times

i was driving on a happy Sunday, singing the highway song;

 i saw an elephant tall and strong.

i thought i'd drive past. i waited. i honked.

he did not budge. he did not move. he stood. he stared.

i glared at him,

he glared back.

i showed him the finger,

he took me out of the car and threw me aside.

moral of the story 1: a finger is no match to the trunk. 

moral of the story 2:never mess with an elephant. =|

wild times...Gulzar style:

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