A Healthy Dose of Amnesia

Maybe I'm not a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one.
Twenty summers now,and I can tell
The heart's been squelched,the mind has won.


March on soldier,keep your head on
Lest you fail to hear the beats of the drum.
Foolish ponder shall not haunt you,
Trite talk cannot shake the future that is come.


But no,wait,I must confess,
Over the drum sounds a faint cry.
When it comes to you,I take 
A healthy dose of amnesia;I cannot lie.


I rebel against what is,
I forget the rules by which I abide.
I forget how good things don't last,
I simply forget..when I'm by your side.


You and I could never be,maybe.
And yet these crazy dreams,I do not deny.
For when it comes to you I take

A healthy dose of amnesia; I cannot lie.

Hello Stranger

Hello stranger.

What a beautiful day.

Yes,I do go here.

Well,it’s nice to meet you too.

Oh.Pleasure.

Hello there!We meet again.

Nothing much really.Just a bit of trouble.The usual.Whatever.

Why,thank you!

No,there’s really no need.

Oh,well if you insist.:)

Hello!How’ve you been?

Sure sounds like a good weekend.

Wow!

Well maybe we can go together.

No,I don’t like pink at all.I like blue.

Hello.Ooh you’ve got me something.

And it’s pink. :/

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:D :D :D

Hey!Wait up for me.

Missed you too.

No,I’d like that,actually.

At seven then?

Hello,and thank you.

That was lovely.

Oh!Let’s get us some banana milkshakes.

Well they’re my favourite too.

Oh no,you did not.

You did?

Haha,well it sure was worth it : )

Hey,I saved you a seat.

Well,I can come with you ,if you like.

No I’m not scared of walking back alone.

But you can come with me too.Not that I want you to (but I do).

Hello!Yes,I did call you last night.

That’ s strange.

No,go ahead.

No hard feelings.Really.

Hello.

Long time,no see.

I beg your pardon?

Did you really just say that?

That’s not true.

I can’t believe you would hold that against me.

Fine, then.

I saved you some banana milkshake but I’m guessing you want to pass.

...well,I was always a good guesser.

Hello.

………

………

……..

Well,bye then.I’ve got to go to…..

Oh yeah,you’ve got to go too,to that….

Cya.

“Hel…um”.

That was harder than I thought it would be.

I can’t believe this is it.

Hello,stranger.

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P.s : I just got this picture off Google search.I'm not sure if it's from a Flickr stream,but if it is,I'm sorry.Please let me know.I shall credit you or have it removed.No copyright infringement intended.

Of beauty and such.

Forms are many and beauty is one.

Beauty that is eternal,perfect even when undone.

We all crave beauty,so much it is true,

For whoever wrote a sonnet for a bad tempered shrew?

Or a twenty page thesis on badly written prose?

Who turns away from beauty that is tangible,that is close?

Helpless in our addiction to perfection are we.

I admit I like,in my garden , a well pruned tree.

Yes,I revel in writing under unruly oaks,mostly,

But putting that in my backyard’s quite a task,don’t you see?

Pictures of orphaned kids doth make the heart bleed.

Whose pictures do you Like though,who’s tweeting up your feed?

We all enjoy bouts of temporary divinity,

Then resort we must to normal comforting insanity.

Quite the liar I am when I preach.

Damn.I even want my verse in sizes of four lines each.

Who isn’t guilty of liking beauty? Why talk of blame?

Beauty is the drug,quite the rule of the game.

Why I read

Spin me some fantastic tale.

Let me escape the mundane world,just for a little while.

Worry and regret claw at my door,

but don’t worry,I’ve latched it real tight for now.

If you’ve only an hour,

tell me a sweet story about a little girl in pink who gathered yellow daisies by the brook in Box Hill.

If you have two,

recite an ode or two for the braveheart who salvages storms and hungry nights while he guards a lonely border.

If you have three,

make them an eternity,

as you narrate a saga of love, light, life and death,woven mysteriously into one soft blanket,

that descends on me... swift and powerful.

For butter and bread may save our stomachs,

But 'tis the tales that will save our minds,

our souls;

And from the very depths of imagination,

ignite the sparks to create a world so magical,so arresting,

that one wishes to dwell within its realms forever.

So then,

Make it a grand tale.

Make it a story.

Make it a good one.

Time to rhyme ? a.k.a thought for the day # 3

Melancholy brings with it,the poet.
Atleast in my case.
Wonder why that is?

Fast fading.

We're a cliche,you and me.
A habit done to death.
A song on the last note.
The strains are fast fading,come quick,
And maybe,we can sing along for one last time.

We're a story,you and me.
Deliciously unpredictable.
Yet,how ironic,that we must end how most stories end,
Quietly.No fanfare.A clean break.
A few sniffles.
Maybe,for old times' sake,we share a cuppa,for one last time?

We're old news,you and me.
The magic ain't there no more.
Or maybe,they make better fireworks in the world nowadays.
Whatever.But before the small talk sets in,
Surely we can grant us one last conversation,for one last time?

One last time just slipped away,didn't it?Or did it?

Shauk hai!

These are the lyrics to one of the most soulful songs I have ever heard.It's a song called Shauk hai (I desire) from the movie Guru.The music has been composed by Rahmanji and sung by Soumya Raoh.

The song is sung by a girl who is on the verge of death.As she leaves,she sings of the simple things of life which she loved and cherished.

The icy clouds,the earthy silence of the night,the brilliance of light,amlas,dewdrops,and the craze that is emotion.

A wave of regret and pain stealthily washes over the listener.Yet,there is not much lament,only simple beauty.
Wanted to share it with you all (if you aren't familiar with it already) ...:)

Here goes.



Raat ka shauk hai
Raat ki saundhi si khamoshi ka shauk hai
Subah ki roshni ,bezubaan subahon ki aur gungunati
Roshni ka shauk hai, ho.... shauk hai.

San sani naawlon ka
Ishq ke banwlon ka
San sani naawle
Ishq ke baanwle
Barf se khelte badolon ka ...shauk hai!

Kaash ye zindagi khel hi khel mein kho gayi hoti.
Raat ka shauk hai
neend ki goliyon ka,
khwab ke loriyon ka,
Neend ki goliyan ,khwab ke loriyan

Bezubaan aus ki boliyon ka...Shauk hai

Kaash ye zindagi binkahe binsune so gayi hoti

Subah ki roshni
Bezubaan subahon ki aur gungunati
Roshni ka ....
Shauk hai, shauk hai...

Sweet child o' mine...

A combination of listening to the famous Guns and Roses track on loop,and being caught in an unexpected evening rain shower have resulted in this verse. Read on....

Another day ,another story.
Cast it aside,for it will certainly not uplift you.

Instead walk back with me to the moment when I felt like a child again.

I'd like to say it was a beautiful,breezy evening,replete with music in the background.cheerful birdcalls,laughing , happy and shiny people.
It wasn't.Nuh-uh.
It was a hot,irritating evening,and it included a broken down bus , a lost wallet,a sudden downpour and some sheets of meticulously written homework being turned into trash.

Why then ,do I attempt to record in rhyme that evening?
Yes,because that evening had one sparkling,endearing moment when I felt like a child again.


As I trudged down a muddy road,I looked around to check if anyone was watching,and proceeded to descend into a gloriously muddy puddle.
The leap was intentional.The slip wasn't.That made it even more enjoyable.


Around me,wisps of pristine white floated down to the ground.
Yes,you are quite right.It does not snow in the plains of India.


They weren't snowflakes,they were sheets of algebra,which did not make sense
(anymore ?).


I almost frowned,but something stopped me.The sight of the freshly prepared butta,or rather,its divine scent.

I rushed forward,scrounging in my slingback for my moth eaten wallet all the while.Sadly, my fingers did not encounter the familiar feel of shredded denim.

With no money came no care,and I playfully grabbed a freshly done butta,bit into it with enormous self righteousness and ran,yelling "Kal paise le lena ,dada!"

I must have looked a sight,muddy,unexplainedly gleeful,clutching soggy sheets of paper,with a little corn in my bushy locks.There is no other explanation for the way the neighbour looked at me.

However,I met her alarmed pair of eyes with a smile,and a song rose to my lips.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine..."

Familiarity breeds...

If you guys don't know I love being in Hyderabad already,well you know it now!:D
I don't know what it is,but seeing familiar faces all day does wonders for one's mood.
(Don't put nazar yaar....itne dinon ke baad mein ITNI khush hoon :D )

I find I'm able to handle minor disappointments (I still sulk for the big ones) and changes relatively well.I'm smiling at random strangers,and I'm singing out loud.I'm also writing,blogging and talking to people a lot more actively.After quite some time,I'm feeling a different sort of happiness-not the rush you get when you see Robert Pattinson or SRK posters,not the relief that floods you when you're done with a nasty assignment,but the sort of happiness that doesn't ebb in a few moments,but emulsifies into a comforting satisfaction that stays with you for a while.

Treaded on the old lanes,
Went to the forgotten balcony to watch 'em planes.
Fed on the deliciously oily chaat,
Revisited things close to the heart.

Cracked old jokes ,
chatted up many an old friend,
Hummed those forgotten tunes,
Finally,the scars did mend.

Some buildings waited in welcome,
some had already gone to their grave.
Some people didn't (thankfully) change,
And that helped me face the ones that did,it made me brave.

If people need holidays,
don't souls need one too?
If you knew your brew of life was available at that one place,
Wouldn't you visit often too?



I know people say that familiarity breeds contempt.But y'know what?
Sometimes familiarity just breeds smiles.All day long. :) :) :)

Enough said.

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"Laakh sambhalo paagal dil ko,
Dil dhadke hi jaye..."

Tissue paper

Your warm hands envelop me,
You pull me to your side.
I try real hard to dry your tears,
Disinfect you from inside.

But then crumpled,I come down.
Laugh lines gone,I wear a little frown.
And then the equation sinks in,
I'm tissue paper headed for the nearest bin.

I bet you've heard of phoenixes,though
And how they rise from the ashes on the ground.
I fancy I'm taking on that colour myself,
I prepare to be used again ;the tissue paper waits to be found.

Then why has something changed today?
Some strength has come along!
I'm sorry,but orchestrating to your song
Isn't gonna work for long.

So don't get me started
On your silly lil insecurities,
Our unfathomable disparities.
The sinking realities...

I know you push me down one minute
And give me a hand the next.
I also know you try to apologise
By sending me some hilarious texts.
I know you cried last evening,
When he didn't return your call.
I can sense when you're feeling euphoric,
I try to help when you fall.

I don't know if I'm eligible to be called your best friend.
But all i know is I've been one,from the start to the end.

Why won't you acknowledge my shadow,
I know who you are inside.
Face it ,I'm not tissue paper.
I just might be your real guide.

She's all that...

Eyes that haven't been bought off time,
Beauty that isn't so bewitching it ought to be a crime.
Hair that probably won't pass for a silken sheet,
No radiance that would launch a fleet.

And yet she wins the world over
With a soul so warm it could blow your cover.
Wanna fight?Bad idea,run for a mile...
Coz there she goes,with her disarming smile.

Pink,not from roses,but from the shyest blush,
Red,not from her gowns ,but her righteous anger.
Blue,not from elixir,but stolen from the bemused sky.
Green,not from envy ,but from that wreath of fallen leaves.

So go say sorry,or simply say hi.
No need to be wary,no disquieting urge to pry.
Put some cookies in your basket,and some flowers in your hat.
A lil magic into your life,coz yeah...she's all that!