park street

Stay healthy and safe.
Eat well.
Work yourself, to forget me.
I shall miss you always.
And you will remain there with me.
Love.

letters to them

To Some People,

I know we all exist impeded in the same social fabric, and there should be growing mutuality, in this today's world of globalization, population increase. We have stopped caring about each other and have become miserable readers. We read what is in news, speak and then forget. Some, like me, will come back home to express their feelings.
There are times in this socialism, when we feel emotionally attacked, feel low, might as well feel so alien to you.
I really do not know, nor do I sit here to judge your grievances, ideologies, and whatever little part of your brain you do use.
its just that we are different in the way we express. Maybe I am crazy to think you are intervening, or rather I am wrong. But I find it sad to leave a city after sometime, to leave my family, for maybe just 6 months. I do hope for a livelier new place, new work environment. And I do love even more to express it, in a place where we are supposed to socialize.
I do not know, may be I am wrong, but that is me..

Yours
Me.

break

I have been getting influenced..so much..so badly..
And I hate it, now that I know it..
I am in those days of monotony, with no work..no play..sudden simple outings.
That too have stopped..
only to remind me of the upcoming work loads..
Deadlines never finish for an architect!!
But I am still hating this state..
There's just Nothing...

I wish someone brought me You..
We would be us..
Plants would be greener..

along the river banks

I know you fight your day, just to come back..
Walk with me, sit and be calm..
You can even use my shoulders to rest..
I am a happy host..
To you, and I'll always be.
Let new days come along to cheer you...
You are loved..

the super model

I have this photographer with me..all day along..
Taking my snaps..in everything I am doing, wearing..
Making me feel graceful..
At times awkward..
But you do make me feel beautiful.

the story of pink roses

There's a place, beyond everything I have seen...
And it has you..
There will be a song..
and our fingers interlaced..
With drops of rain on our faces..

There would be green..

and I would smile..

Love..

the naked ape

I love your darkness, the way you put it around yourself..
And how it attracts me to you..
Like those carsheds, I would pull down windows for you..
To enter your darkness..
I may not make sense.
But I would be yours then.

on a hot summer day

As the bamboo peeked.. from within the glitteratti..
It shone..all wet.. blew wind onto my face..
And I wished..
Like I did as usual..
I forgot you then.. I fell in love again..with the wind..the rain..
and went on wishing..
You, are the rain.

the rose bud

There's just so much to write and speak..and tell you..
About the world..about me..about you..
And yet I won't be finishing my list..
There's so much between us..

the drunk statement

Its like another normal day..when i just get up to realise i have been late, yet again.
I just stay there..just like that..you know, the type when you feel like nothing..
All blank.. or rather full..
The sunlight seems to be too bright and dark rooms have become a favourite..
I can hide myself..
You try to find me..
Or rather that is what i think..
You are far away..

Even illusions are so full of you..
Makes me hate you all the more..

And when you read this, i know for sure, you'll go low again....
On your mood..
I say cheer up..
I just expressed like a drunkard!!

It was only a bad dream..

white plastic glasses

When we cheered up for the last time in this year, it stuck me.. It was to be the last time..
I wont be drinking to you, again..atleast not for 6 months..
No more of our photo shoots, your incessant laughs..
There are so many things to miss, feel sad about..

And yet at the same time, I am to fight my way..
To take my first steps, towards being..
To develop that hidden me..

6 months..

blind people

We have walked down several roads now... where i do not get the patterns matching themselves..
There are no beddings on those roads..niether sheets costly.. You look at the columns on the opposite building..
But they are not important.. yet we tend to discuss them, how they could have been influential at some time of history..
Yet we ignore.. or maybe ignore it deliberately..as we dont have nothing to do..
You forget it..and i write!!

The vermillion couldnt have been more explicit..and the breasts peeking out of the clothing..
The child slept on..
and so were we..

day before judgement

I do not like to judge it.. I would rather not be able to express it too well either...
But yes, I am proud of you, of your being, you being an inspiration, an idol to me..
And how no one can ever take away that place..
And how orthodox I am, about believing you..
I do agree to your generosity...
But its you who defines me..
And you can never reverse it...

rear window

What we leave behind,never comes back to us...

It might run, walk or just come strolling, to stay behind us, or it might surpass us.. In its own speed..

Whatever be it may...
it shouldnt be bothering us, its past..


non-sensical ###

I, you, we all create our own mountains..and then think of the hurdles it poses infront of us.. and that we cannot cross it..
Negativity..
And then when something good happens.. we are like... oh thank God!!
We have our own set of fears, some of it share-able, and some....
And i completely accept my flaws- i cannot draw, sing, dance, i have a bad hand writing..
I can only doodle,rather than putting up straight lines..
i even find it difficult to put up words for my emotions, at times..

And even after all these confessions,i still feel an insecurity.. i get vulnerable.
May be its kind of same for you too.. or may be different..
I boast at times, blurt out unkempt words..

I wonder if thats your story too..

side effects of influence

There are lots of stars in the sky... twinkling, shining...trying to be..
Just like us..
You..

holiday woes

Its really random to have said I want you, now.
At least I would have never done that.
But we start missing things;
and People, only when we don't have them around..

i missed you.

The storm before the rain

i am excited.
for the together-ness,
for the lights and food,
for the evening.

before i leave for unknown lands..

the city of rain

i say you light up my world..

hold my hand,

you might find me doing the same for you.

when you go blue

And then when you cry out my name,
i fall in love with colors, twilight meetings,down the woods of buildings..
amidst all the silvery enchantments..
windows and i peek,
to find if its really you..

yes, you surprise me..

The love making

i'd wake up each morning, just to find me all messed up..
my hair,eyes weary and tired, they need more of sleep,and some more you. i dont want you to come and caress my hair or my fingers.. never..
my hair turned bad, coz i have been tossing up in my sleep..
no, you never came in, and i never missed you..


i have got newer faces to smile at, and newer steps to follow..

witnesses

i suddenly have nothing to write.. or i am not thinking.. rather..
i am too pre-occupied..
poor me!!!
you leave me in that state..every day..
when i get up..i go to sleep.. i buy chocolates..or walk up the cobbled pathway,matching the patterns..
i am with you, and only you..
for the evening walks, colored balloons and bottles, auto-drivers, the timers on metro stations..
they blink at me..and then i go..
they think i ignored them..but they make me remember them..
making me to relate them to you..

and you become important again.

being in work mode

you are so important,and yes, i am just days away from you..
i knock you down then, or it would be the other way round..i dont know about you, but i'll be breathing you,get enticed by you..
and i think i'll be days away from my dreams..
you are so manipulative.. you are not beautiful, and thats what i love.
i will miss you.

opposites

i have been bragging about it for quite some time now.
and you must have grown tired, yet you go on and on..and i thought you had unending patience. But you never do prove me wrong, and i hate it that way...
please..
come..
and contradict me..hate me..and prove me wrong..
i'll wait for you..
i am rather..
i love being hated.

belongings of a different planet

parents say we should read a lot!! so that we can generate knowledge??wisdom?? i dont know... thats the most easiest answer to any question.. but at the same time, its kind of a savior.at least for me..
i have started missing these trifling things in my city. i mean the fact that i'll be missing them all is like pinching me every instant.. i know i am speaking the heart of all my classmates, they are bound to agree in their subtle unconscious mind!!!
the stroll from my departement building to the canteen esplanade, looking for the roses, of that particular pink color, and being happy on finidng them peeking out of their paper packets.
Being a regular to the mall next to college, being jealous of the manequin, and her gowns and shirts and shoes, jewellery pieces too. Making faces sitting in the bus, to the guy outside,standing in the sun.

its all going to be at a halt. Sudden.
it still doesn't mean i love my city. No it doesn't. love comes naturally, and i hated it from the very 1st day.. i hate the way people look at you here, the way they talk and treat you. they make you feel like an alien more..or atleast so have i felt..
The roads,alleys,dark and lighted..i took so much of time to be of here.. to be myself again, in here..
and yet again... i am changing places.. faces too. Hearts, ears, hands, food, sky, colors, earth...

i know this is going to be aversive for some..but for an alien,its not.. it is the way i feel, have felt.. i am not imposing..but reciting, coz i thought we had freedom of speech..

dark skies

let sun cool you down,
with winds making you fly..
let earth soothe your eyes,
let it rain in your heart today..