I, Me, Myself...

"I wasn't running... I was walking;
I wasn't yelling... I was only talking
Speaking out my mind-
Nothing wrong in that
And anyway I am always right!


I am the king/queen of universe
Hear from me the rule of thumb
World's a big bad place to live
Louder you shout, the mightier you become

SHOUT & SCREAM at the drop of a hat
And let 'em hear you loud
Or who would know of your presence
And how will your battles be fought??

Intensity is very important
So maintain a frown on your face
Ridicule others if you please but
Smiling is a sign of disgrace.

Trust no one here there's malice in one and all...
Even if you can't climb the success ladder
At least you can make the other fall
Fight. That's what you were born for

To win, see everything in black & white
There's nothing called essential goodness of mankind.
Mark my words -- there's nothing wrong in this
Anyway I am always right!..."


P.S.: This poem is a satire on what I am currently seeing around (in a place full of people full of themselves!). Inflated egos, uproars n shouts, blame games and long complain mails...Okay we are not living in a Gandhian era so a humble meek is not what you can be but is this (above poem) a success mantra really? If yes, I want you to define success please... Peace out and take a deep breath! World's not such a horrible place to be in ;)

pic courtesy: Deviant Art

This Time Last Year...

...I was surrounded with beauty, colour and peace. It's been a year since I met a vibrant autumn Sweden. Since then I have thought about thousand times over. Haven't met any place as graceful as it again so far. Few small trips here n there but a fascinating one as Stockholm is on some other track perhaps...

Pictures Speak more than Words...

Gang Of Girls

Surreal Night

It could have easily been passed off as a painting on canvas of a die hard romantic painter. Now who else would paint the night sky with a careful mix of diluted pastel pink, orange, red and a tinge of yellow? Add to that sugary cold breeze making bathed green leaves dance to its tune.

Roads are washed and so are our souls, that got drenched while we were enjoying a walk...hand in hand...My hand is still in yours and your arms have covered me as though protecting me from mischieous chilly wind. The balcony is not too high...then how come it feels like the world is far below me?

The smell of coffee, I just made for you, reminds me of the day we first met at that coffee shop. And I feel the same warmth as when I did when you first held me...

This is all so perfect. Then why does it feel like a dream?

May be because it is... There are no cups of coffee; no balcony so high...and no arms to take care of me.

Only the painted sky is real and so is the playful breeze that just suddenly turned a little unfriendly as though questioning me teasingly of your presence. I look up at the painter's sky as it watches me wait for you...

Come soon...before coffee turns cold.

Wish I was a character in one of the stories penned by Jane Austen -- Life would have an happy ending then. Or a creation on the canvas popularized by Picasso -- would have been smilingly immortalized. Or may be a melody with words weaved together by a romantic poet; would have been a part of innumerable romantic dreams then...

Hazaron Khwaheishen Aisi...

Kaash ek kamra aisa hota...
Darwaza uska ek baag me khulta
Wahan pareshani ke photo par haar hota
Aur Haste rehna zaroori hota...
Sapno ki hawa behti
Khushiyon ki ek almaari hoti --
Har roz ek nikal ke odhni hoti
Gulaab ke foolon ka bistar hota
Sapne poore karne ka remote hota
Aur dukh ka andar aana mana hota
Kaash ek kamra aisa hota...
Kaash usi ka naam zindagi hota

Moments - II

You wish for stars and aim for skies
You look for moon
And you dream of flying high

But sometimes...

Sometimes all you want is...
a cup of coffee, some music and rain

Sometimes it's best to let go
and peacefully experience the change

Sometimes a perfect 'Friday night' means
A long walk at India Gate with friends

Sometimes getting lost in crowd
is the only means of finding yourself

Sometimes walking alone in a busy street
gives you the power you see in your dreams

Sometimes you again want to be the child
You've heard you had been...

Sometimes you have to cry out loud...

Sometimes it's okay to shed tears
after you've laughed your heart out

Sometimes it's just a good conversation
That makes you feel better

Sometimes it's good to believe
words of a fortune teller

Sometimes thoughts of your life 'you'll have one day'
Allows you to live a bit more of today

Some answers are best unasked
Some songs deserve a dance
Some moments are best forgotten
And some moments shouldn't be allowed to pass...

Moments - I

Giggle in my eyes and butterfly on my shoulder
Smell of yellow Lilies and voice of waterfall
A handful of mist and morning dew on my feet
And a little taste of flowing morning breeze
...Sometimes that is all you need!