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Wednesday 7 December 2011

Enjoyed all, Got enthralled.

Went there, came here... everywhere!
But got nothing that could please.
Tried a leap, the path was steep,
fell down on life's crease.

Enjoyed all, got enthralled,
thought life was at ease,
never could imagine, never could hope,
that the success stories would cease.

I thought, i did,
but could not do, what aces did.
I craved, i yearned,
but never could understand what i need.

Enjoyed all, got enthralled,
what life is about, paid no heed,
never could imagine, never could hope,
that i'll have to repent my deed.

Damaged things, got evil links,
ruined life and nothing better.
Thought i was right, got a fall in pride,
made all my dreams shatter.

Enjoyed all, got enthralled,
played with life, turned it into a tatter,
never could imagine, never could hope,
that even the triflings could matter.

SHE..

The moment i saw her, i was in dreams,
golden sunrays, rainbow..the world seems.
Dew drops..diamonds, ah! My heart leaps,
feels overwhelmed, love it keeps.


Hmm...............................beauty!
She- so appealing, She- such a cutie,
i am so thirsty, She is my frooty,
my heart run over, by her over-speeding scooty.


My desire, i aspire, i yearn for the only thing,
the sweetest honey-drop - She, She- my belonging,
She is what i dream, She is my longing,
She is a 'twinkle', i want to be her 'bling'.


Just to be her Prince, i'll defy all laws,
i want to be love-prisoned, want her to be the cause.

Thursday 1 December 2011

Are you Single??

The deep blue eyes, and the cascade of hair,
takes my breath, makes me stare,
makes me lost, i don't know where?
Makes me ponder, whether to dare or not to dare?


You are beautiful, prettier than beauty itself,
the beast might be better, i think of myself.
To try my luck is what i fear,
and therefore i am confused, whether to dare or not to dare?


I would love to be lost, but not love-lost,
so, amongst your million suitors, i'll dare first.


"Your thought makes me thoughtful of thoughts unlimited!
May i love you, love you till i am dead?
Give me a chance, i want to make that angle,
just wanted to ask you Juno.....ARE YOU SINGLE??"

Back Again..

I am back again, back with a bang,
single enough, don't need a gang,
strengthened myself, out of pang,
entombed the sad song, which i sang.

I am back again, back in style,
buried the past, closed the file,
strengthened myself, my spirit agile,
learnt a song, on which i smile.

I am back again, back to win,
to stand out of the throng, the common din,
strengthened myself, away from sin,
now i sing a song, vim akin.

I am back again, back to steal,
hearts of all, all with zeal,
strengthened myself, learnt to heal,
happy is the song, glad i feel.

I am back again, back to be heard,
to appeal to all, to say my word,
strengthened myself, courage mustered,
valour my song, makes me a stalwart.

I am back again, back to shine,
to make me better, better than fine,
strengthened myself, now i don't whine,
i rhyme a song, a song divine.

Yes! I am back again, touchwood!..In time,
no tears now, only symphonies sublime,
strengthened myself, made happiness prime,
Hope is the song, which i rhyme.

Tuesday 29 November 2011

The GIST of my LOVE..

A picture paints a thousand words,
what words devise is hard to conceive.
So i take you down the memory lane,
though its hard to reminisce, tough to retrieve.

Lets move to the summer of '07,
twas a mistake, i still bereave.
A chip on my shoulder, i would say,
i erred, i mistook, is hard to believe.

I was basking in the glory craved by men,
flying high in the eighth heaven.
Fame unbarred, i was A+ on card,
all-rounder even, proclaimed now and then.

With that 'one-fault', i changed my fate,
that proved lethal, yeah! Hell!
With a sudden jerk, made life intricate,
broke, broken, when i fell.

From ways of victory, to roads of rampage,
from roads of right, to the river of riot,
from golden verses, to a blank page,
from fun-filled flight, to barred bondage.

Yeah! Indeed was a Girl,
i mistook as a pearl.
Bound by her thoughts, i ruined life,
damaged me, caught in the curl.

Dark her thoughts,black insight,
but the show plausibly pure, almost white.
I lost my path, swayed from the right,
i fell deep down, an enormous height.
I lost my sleep, lost my diet,
found everything lovely, better than alright.
I was 'falling', knew not my plight,
because i was shaken, wasn't upright.

Thought she cared, thought it was Love,
her eyes said this, twinkling like stars,
Assuming, fancying, imagining, fantasizing,
hoping, praying, yearning, dreaming i was!

One year passed, i thought i'll do,
but before i could, she said,"I LOVE YOU",
Summer of '08, yes it was,
in the lovelorn errand, i was through.

One year more, things changed the pace,
summer of '09, i was out of the race.
She did something to me, i couldn't cope,
i was shattered in whole, i hated her face.
She lied and ditched, led me to hate,
my tears kept rolling, but she didn't wait.
She moved on, changed her style, changed her gait,
with a new toy to play, she was on a date.

I begged and prayed, cried and whined,
her reminiscence pained me, kept me crying.
Her lips met his, now she wasn't mine,
thought of suicide, thought of dying.

I lost my love, she swayed from the right,
i had fallen..ah..she was my plight!
I lost my sleep, lost my diet,
found everything dark, darker than night.

Soon she called up, said,"I am sorry",
"I still love you, honey don't worry.
You are my first love, keep in touch,
i still need you, miss u much.."

Now that was pain, severe-most on my list,
for me not pure, how could she dare?
My love was short, fake, my fault,
was not a story, was shorter than a gist.

She pained me a lot, loved me not,
i stand nowhere, here she brought.
I wasn't strong, swayed with her,
she played on me, a merciless plot.

'Falling back in love', is what i fear,
because.. She made me cry, who was so dear.
No more of 'Love', promise you...never,
because i am in blues, as "I Loved Her......"

Sunday 13 November 2011

Lights OFF !

Pained throughout, lost my hope,
Tried survival, was tough,
Deceased me, made blind,
Dark my life... ah! Lights off!
Ah.. lights off, my spirit half,
Look awhile.. i am a subject 2 laugh,
Demise tempts... life gave a bluff..
Dark.. my survival.. ah! Lights off!
My roads, my life.. all coarse, all rough, My eyes close, ah.. Lights off!!
P.S.
Somebody...
Switch on the lights, and my life,
Its traumatic, to carry on the strife,
Contagious my pain, my wound is rife,
Bring back my spirit, bring me back to life..

My IDENTITY CRISIS.

“Who is it that can tell me who I am?”
 ~~ William Shakespeare, King Lear, 1.4.230
My father gave me a name, rather labeled me with my identity, as soon as I was born.
It remained my identity, but not for very long. The meaning of it changed when I read the line “what’s in a name?” by Shakespeare.
It was my first encounter with the boggling identity crisis, pondering over which I found it congenital.
In quest for my identity, I began observing people who could observe and tell me, who I was.
And bingo! I found myself.
I was Shahrukh Khan!
I was a superstar. I was the purloiner of hearts. And believe me, I had the art.
My friends told me I could mimic the actor really well. And in no time I was on the seventh heaven proclaiming to myself, “Come on, Khan! Carry on!”
But then later one day, I performed the dance number by Hrithik Roshan from the song ‘ek pal ka jeena’ in the movie ‘Kaho na pyar hai’ at school, and from then onwards, my teachers kept calling me by his name.
My hopes of being King Khan shattered, but being the heartthrob Roshan was enthralling, and I started growing my hair ‘Dhoom 2’ style.
Soon my schooling was over and I came to Delhi for my higher education. Here, I knew nobody; rather, nobody knew me as Hrithik Roshan.
Since nobody knew me, and I knew nobody, I ended up becoming, a nobody.
It was funny; I went from being Shahrukh Khan, to being Hrithik Roshan, and then eventually to being a nobody.
But then I made friends in college, and then one day, somebody said,”Hey, you look like Johnny!”
“Johnny Depp?!” I asked enthusiastically.
“No, Johnny Lever,” came the answer.
Well, that wasn’t what I had expected, but it was still better than being a Mr. Nobody.
Later I joined the drama club in college and as a result my identities changed frequently. First I became a Chai-wala, and then even the heroic Kaurav Yuyutsu of the Mahabharata.
Then during my hostel days, I met my roommate who was in the second year of college, and he used to call me Chhotu.
All the foundations of my growth broke like a fragile mirror. I became a school kid again; a Chhotu once more. But the irony was still left to be explored.
A kid playing ball one day, called out to me and said: “Uncle! Uncle! Give me the ball.”
Ah! This two-time-uncle call was pricking. In one instant, I went from being a chhotu to a double uncle. It was a painful change and I felt what the generation gap meant.
In that doleful state of mind, I shaved my beard as soon as I reached my room, and searched the Internet for a men’s anti-aging cream.
The pace with which my identities kept changing baffled me. I started liking the Atif Aslam song ‘Kaun hu main, kiski mujhe talaash.’ Although I knew I had the ‘talaash’ of my identity, but ‘kaun hu main’ was still unanswered.
So to find myself, I kept pondering, wandering, and squandering over the question, but all to no avail.
I became a nuisance at home, a dunce in the classroom, and a failure in exams.
I was a nautanki with friends, a fool, and sometimes a phool, among my lady-friends.
I was a sissy for the tomboys, and a flirt, not for the beauties at sweet-sixteen, but for the beauties who still pretended to be at sweet-sixteen.
I was Shakespeare scripting plays, a Milton writing poems, and an MJ on the dance floor.
I was an Indian on Independence Day, a Muslim on Eid, and a brother to my sisters on Raksha Bandhan.
I was a star when I bragged about myself, and a nitwit when I tried to be me.
Still to come, are a lot more versions of me, changing with my changing attitude, in this ever changing world.
I love being incognito, changing persona at every turn in my life, living adventurously trying to find — Me.
– Anonymous.
… still finding ‘Me’