A dry day, in May!

Lights are flashing, mind’s disturbing…
Not my fault, her love’s lost…
Tides repeating, times are changing…
Not her fault, it pained me a lot…

Met her down the street…
Sometime late, of last September…
We had fun, mood being upbeat…
And a walk to remember…

Hand in hand, singing a song…
Caring for none, loud and drunk…
Going no where, just heading along…
Beneath the vast sky, lay our bunk…

Talking of birds, and to stars…
Lost in time, and into each other…
Window-shopping, strolls to bazaars…
Bonds got stronger, we didn’t bother…

And then…

One fine morning, it all went wrong…
Sometime mid, of this May…
There was no music, thus ended the song…
There was no her, no liquor, just a dry day…

PS: This is a rejected piece of work for an internal corporate blog-a-zine…rejected cos the theme was “Be happy” and this one though started happy, went sour 😉

 

[Poetry]~ But then…

Aaradhnak and I were having this chat. Well, we do a lot of blog-a-talk discussing on topics – what we write, what we don’t, what went or can go wrong, what we didn’t try for long or at all, et. al.
A: “It’s been a long time since you wrote something poetic…in English”
Me: “Hmmm…yeah, seems like…you want it to be sad or with humor?”
A: “Sad is better…we can at least be sad…” and after a pause she said, “…and at the same time laugh, at the way you write sad poetry” 🙄

Hmm…So dedicated to A…Call it poetry or whatever…here’s to a bit of sadness – that you can choose to laugh on! 😀

It all changed and I don’t know how…
You just came by, and I fell in love…
It was my first time, this acquaintance…
Happy and excited I was, at that instance…

Flowers bloomed, happiness was all around…
I heard music, in every other silly sound…
The moments you were missed, were very few…
As at every blink of an eye, I did see you…

But then…

Why did you leave me all alone…
Why did you break-up over the phone…
Why did you make me write this song…
Why did you promise to sing along…

What happened to those happy times…
Are they just meant for those nursery rhymes…
Tell me, where did I go all wrong…
I thought this would last a lifelong…

Hmm…

It all changed and I don’t know how…
What do I do without you, now…
It’s so damn tough, to live in the past…
You were my first, you are my last…

 

The One…

 

From the start…

I had always from the start…
No matter what, followed my heart…
But since the time I was stabbed from behind…
I’d become the slave of my mind…

Mind…creative with a style…
Mind…destructive with a smile…
It does all that it wants, takes you for a stroll…
And it just doesn’t  take much time to loose control…

Go for the kill, it said to me just now…
My palms had blood on them some how…
Why wash your hands, it said just wipe on his shirt…
I did just that not caring if he’d be hurt…

She’s looking at you, it said go hold her hand…
I did just that, blindly believing its stand…
She slapped me so hard, that I had no clue where I did land…
Its for sure worse to be hit on the face, than being stabbed from behind!

 

[Valentines Day]: I’m gonna write a song! :)

It’s that time again..
I’m walking alone down the lane!
I wish you’d be here this day…
And for ever you’d stay!
But I guess its alright…
Let’s take the dream flight!

Well…
I’m gonna write you song…
I wish you were here to sing along!
I’d love to take you on a fun ride…
I wish you were here by my side!

Its that time again…
When being alone seems a pain!
I remember how we fell in love…
Its been long, yet it feels like now!
I’d love to hold on to you just tight…
But I guess its alright!

Yet…
I’m gonna write you song…
I wish you were here to sing along!
I’d love to swing with you for a dance
I wish we could now get that chance!

Its that time again…
When I miss you like insane!
Up above you seem so near, yet are far…
I look up to you, my twinkle star!
Happy or sad, I remember you dear…
Though I’d prefer you to be down here!

Anyways…
I’m gonna write you song…
I wish you were here to sing along!
I will always remember you, and always miss…
I wish we could have had that one final kiss!

 

Aatank se aazaadi…

Kab se main khud se ladta tha…
Na jaane kis cheez se darta tha…
Mujhe toh banadiya unhone ek aatankwadi…
Na jaane kisse chahiye unhe aazaadi…

Na main hindu hoon na musalmaan…
Naahi mein reh sakha achcha insaan…
Na main aisa tha, na banna chahata tha…
Iskool mein, main har waqt awwal number aata tha…

Kismat ne mujhe iss mod pe laa rakha…
Na jaane main kyun na wapus jaa sakha…
Khoon pasina, aaj mujhe ek baraa bar…
So-u chain se main hazaaron lashe girakar…

Uss din ka hey mujhe intezaar…
Jis din aatank ki hogi antim haar…
Mujh jaise kaayar na paida ho kabhi…
Dua main karta hoon sache mann se abhi…

 

An Unknown Terrorist – The Making to The End!

I didn’t know if I was doing it wrong or right…
But I had been told to stand up and fight!
I didn’t know who they were, what they wanted…
I was told that all my kins wishes would be granted!

I didn’t know where I was, but I was being trained…
I knew one thing, that soon my hands would get stained!
I played with wires and circuits, learnt to set the time…
I didn’t realise that in the name of religion, I was doing crime!

I ran miles everyday, shot several rounds…
On being selected for the ‘mission’, my happiness had no bounds!
I didn’t know if I was coming back, I was not promised that…
I was thinking blank, as I had the freedom to be a brat!

I wasn’t sure – to do or not to do – but I gunned down a few…
Some shouted, while some cried and some were dead before they knew!
I wanted this to get over soon, and get back to my base….
And it did happen just too quick, as I was shot in the face!

I fell to the ground, and an unknown land I did embrace…
I knew it late that I was wrong, and I had lost my only race!