Through the dark alleys and silent parks
I wander to places where the stray dog barks
Wrapped in a shawl with a stick in my hand
I dwell in the shadows of this strange land
Rubbing my hands through the cold nights
I leave my mark under the street lights
The silence slowly creeps up my back
Dreading the thoughts of a blow or attack
But this is my job and my daily bread.
Even if one day I might end up dead.
Sometimes I try to befriend the stars
Or admire the color of the shiny cars.
Anything and everything to kill some time.
As I save the day/night by fighting crime.
Maybe one fine day, I'll face that crook.
And hope he doesn't see the fear in my look.
I hope he runs at the sight of my face.
And never hopes to return to this place.
I'm happy in the alleys and the silent parks
Wandering to places where the stray dog barks.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Random Philosophy
relationships are like a cloud
at first, it gives you shade and you enjoy it with bliss
and as the cloud grows bigger
you tend to like it even more and more and more
but then comes a stage when the cloud darkens, and it grows bigger
youre still ok with it till....
it pours
and pours
it pours and pours and pours cats and dogs a lil more
and all u can do is stand in the rain and wait for it stop
in very rare cases does it actually stop
and while we wait for it to stop, we don’t realize how wet we get in this tumultuous rain of sorrow
and then as the cloud begins to move away
there are two choices left with the person
either follow that cloud and the pour, wanting and waiting for it to become white yet again
and put
OR
stay where u are and let the sun shine its way through and dry u up
the drying process will take time
and the more you stand in one place and not look at the cloud
the better
in the end, youll realise how much you missed the sun shining on your face and giving you the warmth that was absent in the shade of the cloud
and enjoy every moment of it
its a very hard move to detach urself from the cloud
but it always is the better option
TADA !
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Martyr
There he was kneeling in despair,
Brushing his hands in his hair.
The thoughts in his mind were rushing fast
Trying to look at the times in the past.
He tried to remember something that was real
Something, that could help him heal
For he was in the midst of a war
A war, that everyone were waiting for.
The sound of bullets, he could hear them well.
The air so harmful, yet he had to smell.
He heard the soldiers shouting aloud.
Giving up their lives to make their land proud.
The enemy he knew, was drawing near.
His hands and legs were shaking with fear.
He mustered up his courage, he took his gun.
He laughed aloud, he was ready to have fun.
He finally came out, through the barbed wire.
His eyes were burning red, as if on fire.
There he was in the war’s battlefield.
He was all alone, he had no shield.
Suddenly, he heard a noise nearby.
He knew what it was, up in the sky.
The armored birds had begun to shoot,
He ran hard, with the strength in his boot.
But it was too late, he had been hit.
He lost his balance and fell into a pit.
His shoulder was wounded very bad.
He was screaming aloud, as if he were mad.
The pain was unbearable he did not succumb.
He looked at his shoulder, which now as numb.
He slowly clambered out of the hole.
It was enough, he had to reach his goal.
Luckily he found an enemy base.
He ran towards it, with all his pace.
He ended up shooting some of the men.
But he was outnumbered, one to ten.
He took out a grenade, pulled the pin.
The soldiers ran hard, to save their skin.
The soldier laughed, the bomb blew.
Out of the base, bodies flew.
The war had ended, over now.
But why did it happen ? and how ?
The soldier had died in madness.
His death was news to bring sadness.
This is what happens in every nation
War is bad, a bad creation.
Brushing his hands in his hair.
The thoughts in his mind were rushing fast
Trying to look at the times in the past.
He tried to remember something that was real
Something, that could help him heal
For he was in the midst of a war
A war, that everyone were waiting for.
The sound of bullets, he could hear them well.
The air so harmful, yet he had to smell.
He heard the soldiers shouting aloud.
Giving up their lives to make their land proud.
The enemy he knew, was drawing near.
His hands and legs were shaking with fear.
He mustered up his courage, he took his gun.
He laughed aloud, he was ready to have fun.
He finally came out, through the barbed wire.
His eyes were burning red, as if on fire.
There he was in the war’s battlefield.
He was all alone, he had no shield.
Suddenly, he heard a noise nearby.
He knew what it was, up in the sky.
The armored birds had begun to shoot,
He ran hard, with the strength in his boot.
But it was too late, he had been hit.
He lost his balance and fell into a pit.
His shoulder was wounded very bad.
He was screaming aloud, as if he were mad.
The pain was unbearable he did not succumb.
He looked at his shoulder, which now as numb.
He slowly clambered out of the hole.
It was enough, he had to reach his goal.
Luckily he found an enemy base.
He ran towards it, with all his pace.
He ended up shooting some of the men.
But he was outnumbered, one to ten.
He took out a grenade, pulled the pin.
The soldiers ran hard, to save their skin.
The soldier laughed, the bomb blew.
Out of the base, bodies flew.
The war had ended, over now.
But why did it happen ? and how ?
The soldier had died in madness.
His death was news to bring sadness.
This is what happens in every nation
War is bad, a bad creation.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Shipwrecked
DAY 1 : I woke up with the sun in my eyes and a dozen flies all over my face, my lips were parched and there was sand all around me, I had no idea how long i had lain there and where I was. All i knew that I was not at home and I was not at work. Something wrong had happened, something very wrong.
DAY2: Making myself aware of my surroundings, I realised that I had somehow managed to land myself on an island that had not yet fallen under the eyes of the common man hellbent on searching, discovering and then destroying everything and anything. I was the first man to set foot on this land.
DAY3:My hunger started to get the better of me and my search for food became desperate. Watching all those shows and movies on TV, i tried to gather whatever i could swallow and digest but it was harder than i thought it to be. The trees were way too high for me to reach for fruits and I had chosen to let go of the fishes. Yes, I was a vegetarian and Yes, I was too slow to get even near them.
DAY4: Still having found nothing to eat and only salt water to drink, I decided to get my mind off food and try exploring this island. This was an island much smaller than I imagined, it was only the size of 2 football fields altogether. As I stared into the endless horizon, using all of my power to make a ship magically appear out of nowhere, I wondered if I would ever be rescued, I wonder how long it would take for my movie to end, with a glorious escape back to civilization. It all seemed too unreal.
DAY5: The day was a hot one, the sun was beating down hard on me and I chose to spend the entire day under the shade of a tree and laze around. It felt good to be away from the city life and the pressures and strains that man had put on my back. I was a beast but not of burden.
DAY6:Clouds began to gather, it was a glorious respite from the torrential heat of the sun, I had managed to pick up a couple of berries from the nearby shrub and swallow them. Fortunately, they weren't poisonous and I was able to live on them for the rest of my days here.
DAY7:It started to rain, it started off with a light drizzle that quickly developed into a tumultuous outburst. The seas grew violent and waves were getting bigger by the minute. The wind too picked up and before i knew it, I was in the midst of the biggest storm that had been witnessed in a century. I ran with all the might to seek cover but there was water, water everywhere. I thought this was the end of the world and mine too. I latched onto a tree to avoid myself from getting washed away but the current was too strong. Before i knew it, the waves had carried the tree and I too with it. The water was over me and below me, it was in my ears, my nose my hair my mouth. I and the water had become one. I gasped for air and moved my hands and feet just to stay afloat. I finally chose to give up and let the sea swallow me up.
I knew that nobody in the world knew where I was and what was happening to me. They had probably forgotten me by now and were back to their own work and their own lives. My end would be an unfortunate one but I was pitying those who died everyday in their cubicles,dancing to their master's tunes. Who cried over their miseries everyday and committed a thousand sins to make up for one good deed. They were rats in a gutter who scavenged on anything and followed the piper to die in the sea, they were not humans anymore. Sure, I could have chosen to give up my life like every other news headline, but I would never have been able to do it. God brought me to this world a free man and now He was taking me away as a free man. I threw up my arms with a smile and all the glee in my heart,thanked Him and went down below into the depths of the sea.
The next thing I remember is seeing a bright white light and the heavy voice of a man calling my name. It was then I realised that I was in Heaven and God was calling my name out loud. I replied " I am here father" and smiled heartily. Soon a face emerged in front of me and said, " Congratulations" and I was too happy to say anything so I just smiled. The next thing that followed were the words, " You've been saved."
Suddenly, the light faded and there I was lying in a hospital bed with only my God, who turned out to be my doctor, standing beside me and looking at me as if he was about to kiss me. It was then that something inside of me fell from a 100 feet and broke into small and tiny bits of pieces.
DAY2: Making myself aware of my surroundings, I realised that I had somehow managed to land myself on an island that had not yet fallen under the eyes of the common man hellbent on searching, discovering and then destroying everything and anything. I was the first man to set foot on this land.
DAY3:My hunger started to get the better of me and my search for food became desperate. Watching all those shows and movies on TV, i tried to gather whatever i could swallow and digest but it was harder than i thought it to be. The trees were way too high for me to reach for fruits and I had chosen to let go of the fishes. Yes, I was a vegetarian and Yes, I was too slow to get even near them.
DAY4: Still having found nothing to eat and only salt water to drink, I decided to get my mind off food and try exploring this island. This was an island much smaller than I imagined, it was only the size of 2 football fields altogether. As I stared into the endless horizon, using all of my power to make a ship magically appear out of nowhere, I wondered if I would ever be rescued, I wonder how long it would take for my movie to end, with a glorious escape back to civilization. It all seemed too unreal.
DAY5: The day was a hot one, the sun was beating down hard on me and I chose to spend the entire day under the shade of a tree and laze around. It felt good to be away from the city life and the pressures and strains that man had put on my back. I was a beast but not of burden.
DAY6:Clouds began to gather, it was a glorious respite from the torrential heat of the sun, I had managed to pick up a couple of berries from the nearby shrub and swallow them. Fortunately, they weren't poisonous and I was able to live on them for the rest of my days here.
DAY7:It started to rain, it started off with a light drizzle that quickly developed into a tumultuous outburst. The seas grew violent and waves were getting bigger by the minute. The wind too picked up and before i knew it, I was in the midst of the biggest storm that had been witnessed in a century. I ran with all the might to seek cover but there was water, water everywhere. I thought this was the end of the world and mine too. I latched onto a tree to avoid myself from getting washed away but the current was too strong. Before i knew it, the waves had carried the tree and I too with it. The water was over me and below me, it was in my ears, my nose my hair my mouth. I and the water had become one. I gasped for air and moved my hands and feet just to stay afloat. I finally chose to give up and let the sea swallow me up.
I knew that nobody in the world knew where I was and what was happening to me. They had probably forgotten me by now and were back to their own work and their own lives. My end would be an unfortunate one but I was pitying those who died everyday in their cubicles,dancing to their master's tunes. Who cried over their miseries everyday and committed a thousand sins to make up for one good deed. They were rats in a gutter who scavenged on anything and followed the piper to die in the sea, they were not humans anymore. Sure, I could have chosen to give up my life like every other news headline, but I would never have been able to do it. God brought me to this world a free man and now He was taking me away as a free man. I threw up my arms with a smile and all the glee in my heart,thanked Him and went down below into the depths of the sea.
The next thing I remember is seeing a bright white light and the heavy voice of a man calling my name. It was then I realised that I was in Heaven and God was calling my name out loud. I replied " I am here father" and smiled heartily. Soon a face emerged in front of me and said, " Congratulations" and I was too happy to say anything so I just smiled. The next thing that followed were the words, " You've been saved."
Suddenly, the light faded and there I was lying in a hospital bed with only my God, who turned out to be my doctor, standing beside me and looking at me as if he was about to kiss me. It was then that something inside of me fell from a 100 feet and broke into small and tiny bits of pieces.
Monday, November 26, 2007
You Know You're Right
Human nature, its something quite amazing to study, well actually anything is good enough to study as long as it isnt about bending moments and moments of inertia...
The best part being, this isnt something you find in books or dig up on wikipedia, its something one gains by having an insight in things that other people face or come across in life. Its all about looking at it from the other's point of view. I wont find people actually sitting down and talking why girls tend to look at guys less frequently than guys look at girls, or why going up to a girl and asking her for a dance/coffee/company is so hard. And what is the true reason behind finding every hot girl ending up with the worst of looking males.
One really doesn't bother in trying to figure out the other, it just proves to be a waste of time. That is exactly why shrinks are considered as nothing but phonies. Sorry to say this, but Freud did exist, sure there has been only ONE famous psychiatrist who has made history as big as MS Dhoni. But he had something that made the common man agree with him, that made the patient say, " Thank You Doctor, I acutally feel better"...
Avoiding anymore digressions, coming back to pondering on these questions, what happens then to the answers ? Or are these just rheotorical questions that end up being famous quotes rather than acutal questions ? Well, answers are tried but in the end conclusions come up instead of solutions.One says life is unfair, the other says girls are stupid, the third says guys are male chauvanist pigs. Well to be true, every person on this planet has their different point of view. That is exactly why, the answers never end up colliding and forming something solid. Everything just floats in the air which is soon nothing but particles of nothingness. But being not what the person next to you is, That is what makes humans exciting, that is what makes humans fight, that is what makes humans different, that is what makes humans humans.
To understand this point of view of each and every person is what engulfs me the most and makes me have a better view of things in my own personal life. Giving me a better insight on how to deal with things and how to settle others too.
It gives me a chance to know myself.
The best part being, this isnt something you find in books or dig up on wikipedia, its something one gains by having an insight in things that other people face or come across in life. Its all about looking at it from the other's point of view. I wont find people actually sitting down and talking why girls tend to look at guys less frequently than guys look at girls, or why going up to a girl and asking her for a dance/coffee/company is so hard. And what is the true reason behind finding every hot girl ending up with the worst of looking males.
One really doesn't bother in trying to figure out the other, it just proves to be a waste of time. That is exactly why shrinks are considered as nothing but phonies. Sorry to say this, but Freud did exist, sure there has been only ONE famous psychiatrist who has made history as big as MS Dhoni. But he had something that made the common man agree with him, that made the patient say, " Thank You Doctor, I acutally feel better"...
Avoiding anymore digressions, coming back to pondering on these questions, what happens then to the answers ? Or are these just rheotorical questions that end up being famous quotes rather than acutal questions ? Well, answers are tried but in the end conclusions come up instead of solutions.One says life is unfair, the other says girls are stupid, the third says guys are male chauvanist pigs. Well to be true, every person on this planet has their different point of view. That is exactly why, the answers never end up colliding and forming something solid. Everything just floats in the air which is soon nothing but particles of nothingness. But being not what the person next to you is, That is what makes humans exciting, that is what makes humans fight, that is what makes humans different, that is what makes humans humans.
To understand this point of view of each and every person is what engulfs me the most and makes me have a better view of things in my own personal life. Giving me a better insight on how to deal with things and how to settle others too.
It gives me a chance to know myself.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Blue Moon
I had been waiting for this night for many weeks now. Crossing out the dates on the calendar as I woke up every morning, today was was the day I would be crossing out the last date. Looking out of my window, the sky couldn't have been any bluer and the cold couldn't have been more peaceful. I loved the winters, it was a season that would always bring out beautiful memories, be it long walks along the sea shore or sitting in parks as leaves rustled in the cool breeze. Today was such a day and I was hoping it would end up as the best of my memories. I have always had this thought in my head, when one thinks of the things that are to happen, they never end up as you expect. Well there are a lot of strange notions that I believe in so I guess this shouldn't really be given such importance.
But what was it about today that made me so cheerful ?
I had got so lost in my thoughts and my notions that I had forgotten all that was happening around me, only to realise that I was late for college. As I looked at my 'wardrobe' , I chose to wear the Red Hot Chilli Peppers tee, it always grabbed attention ( but i think my hair grabbed more) and my only wearable jeans. Skipping the breakfast like every morning, I hopped on to my bicycle and sped away to college. The ride on the bike got me lost again in my thoughts as I felt the morning chill sweep over my face.
It was her Birthday
Just thinking about it, made me smile involuntarily and produced that dimple on my cheek. As I screeched in front of the college steps, I remembered the first time I had seen her right on these steps, walking out of the main gates with a flower in her hair. I think it was the flower that caught my attention. I wont say it was falling in love at first sight, but it sure was falling at first sight as I clumsily stumbled on my own foot and fell to the ground right in front of her feet unintentionally.
That was when our eyes met for the first time.
And now 7 months have passed since that day and I still cant help but stumble when I see her.
I had told her to keep herself free for the night. I had planned a lil' something for her. She loved surprises but I guess I loved giving them even more. She always protested that I shouldn't give her a gift but she always ended up the happiest when I gave her one. Well, for her Birthday, I chose not to give her anything ( thanks to her continuous pleading). I could tell that through the entire day, she was expecting me to come up with something from under the table and blow her out of her mind. I chose to disappoint her but only for a brief while. As night fell, I told her to meet me outside the movie theater as we had planned to go for a movie that she really was in no mood of seeing.
I showed up late as always and she was pissed as always. But today she had that frustration right up to that cute nose of hers. Fuming, she walked towards the ticket counter just wanting this day to be over with as soon as possible but she stopped a few feet from the counter. She looked back and saw me grabbing her arm as I shook my head slowly and pointed to the horse driven carriage waiting for us. With a completely nonplussed look at her face I just escorted her into the carriage and told her not to ask any questions. Away from the noise and lights of the city, the road opened up to the green hills as the carriage slowly prodded on. The carriage stopped a few minutes later and we got down at the foot of a hill. Still holding the question mark on her face, she protested and wanted to know what was going on. Her uneasiness was quite visible but hidden in it was that happiness, knowing that she was in for another surprise.
I asked her clumsily " Ready for some trekking ?" Without even waiting for her reply, I took her by the arm and we started climbing the hill with our feet climbing over the lush green grass. As I climbed up the hill, I got lost in my mind again and remembered how I had come across this place as I was aimlessly cycling after college. At that very instant I knew that I had to come here again with her and had started crossing the dates on the calendar since then. The moon was full and ripe, like it had just dropped out of a tree. I looked at its shine illuminating the hill, the trees, my T-shirt and then I saw it shining on her face and then in her eyes. I was loving every moment of this night. As the two of us panted and reached the top of the hill, her hand was in mine and as cold as it was, she found comfort in the warmth of my hands ( my hands always stayed warm). We were looking down at a lake that lay right at the centre, surrounded by hills all around. The moon and all the stars in the sky were refelcted as wind blew ripples on its surface. It looked beautiful, untouched by man and just like it was when when Earth was formed. But something else lay there as well. On the shores were around a hundred candles lit and they all were put together in such a way that is spelt out.
"Happy Birthday"
But what was it about today that made me so cheerful ?
I had got so lost in my thoughts and my notions that I had forgotten all that was happening around me, only to realise that I was late for college. As I looked at my 'wardrobe' , I chose to wear the Red Hot Chilli Peppers tee, it always grabbed attention ( but i think my hair grabbed more) and my only wearable jeans. Skipping the breakfast like every morning, I hopped on to my bicycle and sped away to college. The ride on the bike got me lost again in my thoughts as I felt the morning chill sweep over my face.
It was her Birthday
Just thinking about it, made me smile involuntarily and produced that dimple on my cheek. As I screeched in front of the college steps, I remembered the first time I had seen her right on these steps, walking out of the main gates with a flower in her hair. I think it was the flower that caught my attention. I wont say it was falling in love at first sight, but it sure was falling at first sight as I clumsily stumbled on my own foot and fell to the ground right in front of her feet unintentionally.
That was when our eyes met for the first time.
And now 7 months have passed since that day and I still cant help but stumble when I see her.
I had told her to keep herself free for the night. I had planned a lil' something for her. She loved surprises but I guess I loved giving them even more. She always protested that I shouldn't give her a gift but she always ended up the happiest when I gave her one. Well, for her Birthday, I chose not to give her anything ( thanks to her continuous pleading). I could tell that through the entire day, she was expecting me to come up with something from under the table and blow her out of her mind. I chose to disappoint her but only for a brief while. As night fell, I told her to meet me outside the movie theater as we had planned to go for a movie that she really was in no mood of seeing.
I showed up late as always and she was pissed as always. But today she had that frustration right up to that cute nose of hers. Fuming, she walked towards the ticket counter just wanting this day to be over with as soon as possible but she stopped a few feet from the counter. She looked back and saw me grabbing her arm as I shook my head slowly and pointed to the horse driven carriage waiting for us. With a completely nonplussed look at her face I just escorted her into the carriage and told her not to ask any questions. Away from the noise and lights of the city, the road opened up to the green hills as the carriage slowly prodded on. The carriage stopped a few minutes later and we got down at the foot of a hill. Still holding the question mark on her face, she protested and wanted to know what was going on. Her uneasiness was quite visible but hidden in it was that happiness, knowing that she was in for another surprise.
I asked her clumsily " Ready for some trekking ?" Without even waiting for her reply, I took her by the arm and we started climbing the hill with our feet climbing over the lush green grass. As I climbed up the hill, I got lost in my mind again and remembered how I had come across this place as I was aimlessly cycling after college. At that very instant I knew that I had to come here again with her and had started crossing the dates on the calendar since then. The moon was full and ripe, like it had just dropped out of a tree. I looked at its shine illuminating the hill, the trees, my T-shirt and then I saw it shining on her face and then in her eyes. I was loving every moment of this night. As the two of us panted and reached the top of the hill, her hand was in mine and as cold as it was, she found comfort in the warmth of my hands ( my hands always stayed warm). We were looking down at a lake that lay right at the centre, surrounded by hills all around. The moon and all the stars in the sky were refelcted as wind blew ripples on its surface. It looked beautiful, untouched by man and just like it was when when Earth was formed. But something else lay there as well. On the shores were around a hundred candles lit and they all were put together in such a way that is spelt out.
"Happy Birthday"
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Back-Space
A lone hand reaches out in the darkness, only to find the cold winds striking it and leaving the fingers numb and bare. Where there was warmth and passion now lies only the deep dark void...I guess life has its ways of putting things into place even when you think they already are. Remembering that I would return when this heart would be content or broken and I keep that promise. Looking up into the dark void of space and looking at the stars twinkling, I feel as alone as the stars out there in space. With my feet firmly on Earth, I wish to fly away from here and maybe visit the lakes in Scotland or the Streets of New York. To get away from all the worries and issues and tensions, just do what I really want to do on Earth, Live. I may write again, I may not but I know that I will take that hand away from the cold and keep it in my pocket along with my change and my bubble gum. Maybe taking it out for the occassional hand-shake or to pull my pants up when they are sliding too low.Its better this way.
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