Oh trouble, stay a little while longer, I have just started to grow fonder.
I was stuck in this bubble, that was small and trivial.
You came and poked it right, and burst it with upheavals.
How do I thank you, for you set it right; I’m full of gratitude day and night.
Oh trouble, stay a little while longer, I have just started to grow fonder.
You taught me much, like no one as such.
Yet I despised you, and tried slipping away.
But the need for you is immense, please don’t leave me in the lurch.
Oh trouble, stay a little while longer, I have just started to grow fonder.
Your calculations were perfect and of far sight.
It confused me, frightened me, used all my might.
But balanced in a way, not too heavy, not too light, the burden was just right.
Oh trouble, stay a little while longer, I have just started to grow fonder.
You are my shadow, which stayed with me when I chased the Sun.
Now I chase you and the Sun follows me.
Don’t walk away as if you don’t know me.
Oh trouble, stay a little while longer, I have just started to grow fonder.
You are a wonder like no other, a gift divine.
So misunderstood, yet with intentions so fine.
I take your promise that you’ll follow me, if and when I get out of line.
Oh trouble, stay a little while longer, I have just started to grow fonder.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Mein reh gaya !
Tere pyaar ke saman mai, Mein reh gaya.
(I am overwhelmed by Your love)
Teri in baaho mai, wahan Mein reh gaya.
(I wish to exist where ever You exist and close to You)
Tu nahi, to jahan mai Mein reh gaya.
(If You are not there, then I am left lurching in this world)
Tu hai, to kahan Mein reh gaya.
(If "You" are there, then “I” am not there)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
"May I have your attention please!"
Attention!
"May I have your attention please". For that’s all that's asked, now and for ever.
More of that. And only that. Indulge in it. Crave for it. The life revolves and rests on it.
Attention!
The name wants it, the fame wants it. The sensible and the lame want it.
Its the battery, the charger and what makes the tick and the will to strive harder.
Attention!
Its a give and take. I give you some, you give back some more.
I call you right as long as you feed me. The moment you stop, no matter what, you have deceived me.
Attention!
I am my own precious, yet I appreciate myself through your eyes.
Present the need bluntly, or with subtlety and under a cloak. But the need is the same and its not little.
Attention!
Recognized by society, respected by peers and adored by family.
The statue on display. Painted and buffed, polished and rubbed. Looking all fancy, to be kissed and hugged
Attention!
No matter how much it rains, this strip remains barren. Just like yours and those in the horizon.
Even when old, dying and withered; yet erecting remembrances to receive it long after death.
Attention!
From being a dream to observation and awareness. The journey from wanting attention to paying attention.
With many around, they can take you to the Moon. But with some time alone, can be such a boon.
Attention!
Its all very selfish, but still packaged as love.
From ‘Two’ comes attention; if ‘One’ then only love.
"May I have your attention please". For that’s all that's asked, now and for ever.
More of that. And only that. Indulge in it. Crave for it. The life revolves and rests on it.
Attention!
The name wants it, the fame wants it. The sensible and the lame want it.
Its the battery, the charger and what makes the tick and the will to strive harder.
Attention!
Its a give and take. I give you some, you give back some more.
I call you right as long as you feed me. The moment you stop, no matter what, you have deceived me.
Attention!
I am my own precious, yet I appreciate myself through your eyes.
Present the need bluntly, or with subtlety and under a cloak. But the need is the same and its not little.
Attention!
Recognized by society, respected by peers and adored by family.
The statue on display. Painted and buffed, polished and rubbed. Looking all fancy, to be kissed and hugged
Attention!
No matter how much it rains, this strip remains barren. Just like yours and those in the horizon.
Even when old, dying and withered; yet erecting remembrances to receive it long after death.
Attention!
From being a dream to observation and awareness. The journey from wanting attention to paying attention.
With many around, they can take you to the Moon. But with some time alone, can be such a boon.
Attention!
Its all very selfish, but still packaged as love.
From ‘Two’ comes attention; if ‘One’ then only love.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Easy come, easy go.
Trying so hard to be different, to 'stand out'. Trying just like everyone else and inspite of that ending up much the same.
How differently is this trial from the person in front, or the one behind? With whom are we to share the achievement?
“Love me or Leave me”. But the means to purse leave little choice between the two.
Variations are beautiful, exclusivity turns ugly. For exclusivity is as elusive as a man chasing his shadow, the dog his tail.
From attitude to attires; desperation's to desires. Name as much differently we care to but it is the same coin, some heads some tails. Assuring ourselves in the figment of exclusivity, uptill the time the coin is flipped again.
Easy come, easy go.
How differently is this trial from the person in front, or the one behind? With whom are we to share the achievement?
“Love me or Leave me”. But the means to purse leave little choice between the two.
Variations are beautiful, exclusivity turns ugly. For exclusivity is as elusive as a man chasing his shadow, the dog his tail.
From attitude to attires; desperation's to desires. Name as much differently we care to but it is the same coin, some heads some tails. Assuring ourselves in the figment of exclusivity, uptill the time the coin is flipped again.
Easy come, easy go.
Monday, November 30, 2009
House-Full !
The longest running show in history. And each screening is a “House-full”.
The Movie is about “Everybody”, “Somebody” and “Nobody”.
The story goes like this; Its quite a love triangle between the three.
“Everybody” likes “Somebody”.
“Somebody” likes “Nobody”.
“Nobody” likes “Everybody”.
The plot keeps getting thicker and thicker as you go along. And when you think that you have it all figured out, the plot thickens yet again; and them some more.
Who sacrifices for whom? Whose love is true? How does it end?
Such an unprecedented success this film has been. So who is the one behind this show; the Producer/Director? Well its “kNOw-Buddy’s” business.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I am not an artist. Infact my handwriting is a difficult read, and it shows in the graffitis I have drawn. But nevertheless I enjoy expressing myself in whatever little I draw.
Here comes the "SUN"
Like the bottled water in the freeze, cold and lonely and lifeless and still.
And then for some reason, poured in cup and left out in the open Sun.
It was warm at first and nice and cozy and I could feel all was well.
But soon it got me gasping for air as it got suffocating as hell.
And in the gasps I dont know when I felt all confused and dizzy.
For in the heat of the baking Sun, I was vapor and had lost identity.
I soared up high, I question why but it all felt so unreal and queasy.
And then one day when I had lost my trace, I came thundering down as rain.
Now as a stream and then a river and then into the ocean. I look in awe for I cant see of where I begin or where I end.
And then for some reason, poured in cup and left out in the open Sun.
It was warm at first and nice and cozy and I could feel all was well.
But soon it got me gasping for air as it got suffocating as hell.
And in the gasps I dont know when I felt all confused and dizzy.
For in the heat of the baking Sun, I was vapor and had lost identity.
I soared up high, I question why but it all felt so unreal and queasy.
And then one day when I had lost my trace, I came thundering down as rain.
Now as a stream and then a river and then into the ocean. I look in awe for I cant see of where I begin or where I end.
Lucky Me !
The “Reality” held onto with might, and then again seeing it redefined.
With conceptions, of own and assimilated, I looked at the non-existent and made it real.
The “Identity” so lovingly nurtured, and then to see it dissolve.
The identity may be gone, but it brings a depth that my mind can’t fathom. A life that is light, and of a larger sight.
The “Ego” so aggressively protected, and then to see it blown away.
Because it is a blessing like no other. For with ego sitting strong, faith finds it hard to stay.
The “Fear” so ripe, and then the blessing of clarity in eyes.
And I falter with fear, I cling onto the fake. Hiding behind the fake attitude, the fake knowledge, the fake concept of ownership.
The “Boredom” once plagued, and then blessed by repetition.
With circumstances and events falling like dominoes, what is the doing that I have never done before or will not again, time after time, birth on birth.
The only “Ability” is the acknowledgement of the “Inability”.
Freedom came from faith. And faith I don’t know from where. Lucky Me!
With conceptions, of own and assimilated, I looked at the non-existent and made it real.
The “Identity” so lovingly nurtured, and then to see it dissolve.
The identity may be gone, but it brings a depth that my mind can’t fathom. A life that is light, and of a larger sight.
The “Ego” so aggressively protected, and then to see it blown away.
Because it is a blessing like no other. For with ego sitting strong, faith finds it hard to stay.
The “Fear” so ripe, and then the blessing of clarity in eyes.
And I falter with fear, I cling onto the fake. Hiding behind the fake attitude, the fake knowledge, the fake concept of ownership.
The “Boredom” once plagued, and then blessed by repetition.
With circumstances and events falling like dominoes, what is the doing that I have never done before or will not again, time after time, birth on birth.
The only “Ability” is the acknowledgement of the “Inability”.
Freedom came from faith. And faith I don’t know from where. Lucky Me!
Just another Sunday !!
Woof Woof (my dog barking)
:-O
I look at the watch, its still 3 at night.
I bet he saw the cat and wants to fight.
Splash Splash (water in a bucket)
:-S
The water is freezing, the electricity gone,
The geyser wont run on the inverter alone.
Shuuuu Shuuuu (pressure cooker whistle)
:-D
Morning time, my moms in the kitchen.
I bet she’s made curry-rice for her adorable son.
Tring Tring (my phone ringing)
B-)
“What’s the plan, when are we meeting”
“Who all are coming, where are we seating”
Honk Honk (the car horn)
:-))
Get in the car, and out with friends.
Laughing hard till the tummy cramps and bends.
Clatter Clatter (knives and forks clashing)
>:)
Every man for himself, on stake our lives.
Pastas and pies, fight for the lions bite.
Burp Burp (tummy rumbling)
:->
With tummies full, filled to the brim.
“You drive please”, is everybody’s crib.
Ting Tong (yahoo messenger buzz)
ctrl+g
Reach home and straight on the net,
Mails, facebook and messenger chat.
Haha Haha (mom laughing)
=))
My mother is amused, looking at me,
My mouth open in awe, Tendulkar on TV.
Ting Ting (phone sms)
:-/
About to sleep when suddenly it got violent
Damn it! I forgot to put the phone on silent.
Zzzz Zzzz (me sleeping)
i-)
So much happened on Sunday,
Tired and lights out, on the bed I lay.
:-O
I look at the watch, its still 3 at night.
I bet he saw the cat and wants to fight.
Splash Splash (water in a bucket)
:-S
The water is freezing, the electricity gone,
The geyser wont run on the inverter alone.
Shuuuu Shuuuu (pressure cooker whistle)
:-D
Morning time, my moms in the kitchen.
I bet she’s made curry-rice for her adorable son.
Tring Tring (my phone ringing)
B-)
“What’s the plan, when are we meeting”
“Who all are coming, where are we seating”
Honk Honk (the car horn)
:-))
Get in the car, and out with friends.
Laughing hard till the tummy cramps and bends.
Clatter Clatter (knives and forks clashing)
>:)
Every man for himself, on stake our lives.
Pastas and pies, fight for the lions bite.
Burp Burp (tummy rumbling)
:->
With tummies full, filled to the brim.
“You drive please”, is everybody’s crib.
Ting Tong (yahoo messenger buzz)
ctrl+g
Reach home and straight on the net,
Mails, facebook and messenger chat.
Haha Haha (mom laughing)
=))
My mother is amused, looking at me,
My mouth open in awe, Tendulkar on TV.
Ting Ting (phone sms)
:-/
About to sleep when suddenly it got violent
Damn it! I forgot to put the phone on silent.
Zzzz Zzzz (me sleeping)
i-)
So much happened on Sunday,
Tired and lights out, on the bed I lay.
Won the battle, lost the war.
For the teaching says never to judge the book by its cover,
The painting by its frame, the man by his suit.
And yet the judgment comes inevitably,
By “us”, the very people who taught the same.
Then why are these teachings so seemingly hollow,
Their meaning so deep, yet the understanding so shallow.
It’s a rat race to clamber to the top,
The top that seems the epitome of distraught.
Pushing and shoving, for the moments of glory,
Each with story ending, that is sad, lonely and gory.
Like a barbarian we ravage and slice,
Grinning with glee, holding our pound of flesh.
Winning is the game, losing a shame,
Still slaves to greed, beggars to fame.
Soon people and emotions are brutally stepped on,
The living seem dead, to the powerful, just a pawn.
When success is measured by talent and money,
How is the innocent, to survive the journey?
Dog eat dog world, is of our own selfish making,
Soon the relationships will be a deed and an undertaking.
For love cannot be sacrificed for material,
Let alone living, it will just be a matter of survival.
Make a change, don’t live for a few,
For what you cant spare for others, wont ever be spared for you.
The painting by its frame, the man by his suit.
And yet the judgment comes inevitably,
By “us”, the very people who taught the same.
Then why are these teachings so seemingly hollow,
Their meaning so deep, yet the understanding so shallow.
It’s a rat race to clamber to the top,
The top that seems the epitome of distraught.
Pushing and shoving, for the moments of glory,
Each with story ending, that is sad, lonely and gory.
Like a barbarian we ravage and slice,
Grinning with glee, holding our pound of flesh.
Winning is the game, losing a shame,
Still slaves to greed, beggars to fame.
Soon people and emotions are brutally stepped on,
The living seem dead, to the powerful, just a pawn.
When success is measured by talent and money,
How is the innocent, to survive the journey?
Dog eat dog world, is of our own selfish making,
Soon the relationships will be a deed and an undertaking.
For love cannot be sacrificed for material,
Let alone living, it will just be a matter of survival.
Make a change, don’t live for a few,
For what you cant spare for others, wont ever be spared for you.
....and then she flew away.
Watching her, admiring her. Shes like a bird with colorful wings. That sweet chirp, those eyes so deep. She sat near me, stayed for a while, oh she made me blush and smile. And then i waved with a tear. I'm not sad, I'm happy for her.
....and then she flew away.
....and then she flew away.
Master Piece!
I stare at the canvas in front of me. This large painting sheet in front of me. All filled with colors. Some bright, some dull, some stark and loud, some mellow and somber. Colors carefully put in by me, and some splashed recklessly.
I am breathing hard, at wits end, on a mindless mission to color some more. The parts I like, I touch them not. While feverishly trying to add some sense to the spaces that make me not so happy anymore.
And as much as I try, the colors just run, and mix up with others to make all look as one. I gasp for breath and cry for a pause, and then I see the top right corner on the canvas wall.
There in the corner was a whiteness I had never seen. Where did that come from, that glossy sheen? Staring at it, such beauty I saw. All innocently and in awe.
Oh! it actually was left all alone. Untouched by colors, untouched by me, this little section was the "Master"-piece.
I am breathing hard, at wits end, on a mindless mission to color some more. The parts I like, I touch them not. While feverishly trying to add some sense to the spaces that make me not so happy anymore.
And as much as I try, the colors just run, and mix up with others to make all look as one. I gasp for breath and cry for a pause, and then I see the top right corner on the canvas wall.
There in the corner was a whiteness I had never seen. Where did that come from, that glossy sheen? Staring at it, such beauty I saw. All innocently and in awe.
Oh! it actually was left all alone. Untouched by colors, untouched by me, this little section was the "Master"-piece.
Was there a choice, or was it all meant to be?
Was there a choice, or was it all meant to be?
The cake was already baked.
I just put the cherry and owned it all with glee.
Circumstances and events and all situations tailor-made.
I just put the suit on and looked fancy.
Was there a choice, or was it all meant to be?
Doings and undoings, all fell in place.
The just and unjust, both lost their plea.
With precision and timing it seems 'destined'.
Out of my hands, still planned perfectly.
Was there a choice, or was it all meant to be?
The cake was already baked.
I just put the cherry and owned it all with glee.
Circumstances and events and all situations tailor-made.
I just put the suit on and looked fancy.
Was there a choice, or was it all meant to be?
Doings and undoings, all fell in place.
The just and unjust, both lost their plea.
With precision and timing it seems 'destined'.
Out of my hands, still planned perfectly.
Was there a choice, or was it all meant to be?
But if only it were simpler...
If only it were simpler, to laugh like fools, without any norms or social rules.
If only it were simpler, to sleep like a baby, without the pressures of 'when, why and maybe'.
If only it were simpler, to talk to a flower or hug a tree, without being stared or called crazy.
If only it were simpler, to hold a hand out, and not have any speck of doubt.
If only it were simpler, in interactions and meetings without lies, betrayals or cheatings.
If only it were simpler, to have attention and fame, without the deviance or the shame.
If only it were simpler, I swear I'd have followed, but the complexities have me empty and hollowed.
But if only it were simpler...
If only it were simpler, to sleep like a baby, without the pressures of 'when, why and maybe'.
If only it were simpler, to talk to a flower or hug a tree, without being stared or called crazy.
If only it were simpler, to hold a hand out, and not have any speck of doubt.
If only it were simpler, in interactions and meetings without lies, betrayals or cheatings.
If only it were simpler, to have attention and fame, without the deviance or the shame.
If only it were simpler, I swear I'd have followed, but the complexities have me empty and hollowed.
But if only it were simpler...
Welcome Home!
It strained with pain, it ached in vain; I thought I would pass it soon.
I let loose some tears in belief, they'll ease the throat, bring some relief.
I cry and I whimper, wish it was simpler, this moment and that.
My mind isn't here, my heart not there, why I ask and where?
I long for the warmth, the end of this bond, away from all the ruck.
Its been forever, I hope not never, for someday 'He' will guide me 'Home'.
I let loose some tears in belief, they'll ease the throat, bring some relief.
I cry and I whimper, wish it was simpler, this moment and that.
My mind isn't here, my heart not there, why I ask and where?
I long for the warmth, the end of this bond, away from all the ruck.
Its been forever, I hope not never, for someday 'He' will guide me 'Home'.
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