Monday, May 31, 2010

Sparks and Embers

The sparks of fire by a frenzied friction,
immediate, exciting, ecstatic - but ephemeral

But when those sparks light up the coal
Only gradually does it heaten up
Gradually it envelops one in a comforting warmth
In a bitter, cold winter - a cozy cocoon

The embers of coal, take time to become hot
but once they get flared up, hot and red
their warmth lasts for a very long time
and even many hours later, touch it
and you cannot but feel
the smoldering fire within
which has still not died down.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Ab hum apne pasand ko kam
aur unke pasand ko jyaada talab karte hain
aur unhe jo ho napasand usse tauba karte hain

Itni chaahat kyon hain dil mein
Unko samajhne ki, aur jaan ne ki?
Darte hain ki hum unhe pyar karte hain.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Candle light

There are times in one's life when nothing simply goes right. Everything that could go wrong goes wrong, and which is practically everything that counts, big or small, trivial or important. I am in that phase of life at present and this is not the first time.

One may always feel, why me? Why not somebody else - there are whole lot of somebodies out there whose fucking lives are so smooth! And here I am! These are times that seem specifically designed to make one go crazy, go bonkers literally!

But somehow I have come to believe that Fate tests only those people who have mettle enough to be tested. There is something in me that just doesn't let go. I bow, but never bow out. Yet I bow, because I don't wish to burn myself out, because the storm which blows away the proud, strong oak, carresses past the thin reed, which bows.

For I know, that I am but a tiny creature in the vast sea of Fate, buffetted here and there by huge waves - I am aware of my tininess, my insignificance, yet I shall not let go the will to survive and the hope of staying afloat.

I was chastised (and rightly so) for recent poor performance by my superior but yet he appreciated my perseverance, resilience and emotional balance in the face of most trying circumstances, and that I never accepted defeat and thats why he values me, sees value in me and trusts me. Such words of appreciation, I have never openly recieved and though the way ahead is still quite dark and no flicker of light in sight, I may just have a small candle with me to give me some warmth on a long, dark journey.

Friday, May 21, 2010

What is love?

Woh pyar hi kya hain
jo hame badalne pe majboor na kare

Woh pyar hi kya hain
jo asaani se mil jaaye

Woh pyar hi kya hain
jo hame kuch dard, kuch aasoon na de

Woh pyar hi kya hain
jo raaton ki neend na uda de

Kyonki pyar woh khushi hain
jo har khushi ko peeche chhod de

Who else but you!

Par tum hi batao, aur kise dosh de,
tumhare siva

Raat ko ghanton tak kis se baat karte hain,
tumhare siva

Uske baad ghanton tak yaad kise karte hain,
tumhare siva

Kaun mann hi mann hame rulata bhi hain, hasata bhi hain,
tumhare siva

Ek pal ko jannat bhi aur
bechaini bhari intezaar bhi banaye kaun,
tumhare siva

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Zara soch ae sitamgar dilbar
Ki itne door se bhi tujhe
kheenchta hoon main,
Paas na hokar bhi, har lamha
tere paas hoon main.

Soch agar main bas teri
aas paas kahin rahoon,
To kya ho nahi jaoonga
main - tera junoon.

Kaise bach sakogi tum
meri adaaon se,
Kahin isliye to na rehti ho
door meri nigahon se.

Ki uparwaale ne bhi
apni kismat likhi hain,
Tu hi meri kismat hain
yeh mujhko yakeen hain.

Monday, May 17, 2010

I liked this line from Friends - Season 1, Ep 12 - The Dozen Lasagnes

Rachel just had an explosive split with her charming boyfriend Paolo because he had made a pass at Phoebe (why do girls fall for such guys anyways!)

Ross goes to comfort Rachel and embracing her, he tells her, "You deserve so much better than him. You should be with a guy, who knows what he has when he has you"

Sunday, May 16, 2010


Gulped down a few rounds
Then the wretched head swims
Eyes closed, am oblivious
To the world and its whims

I'm into my own world,
As the head swirls around,
Sucked by a whirlpool,
I am lost and drowned.

Feel like going down and down
I wish for a breather,
Yet I dont resist it,
For it just doesnt matter.

When losing oneself is so easy,
And resisting is so difficult,
then why not just get drowned.
And trash all bother.

But now I can get intoxicated
without even a jot of rum,
For now, she's there to give me the high,
and then make me feel all dumb.

Yet I don't resist the feeling
Though the will is other.
For when losing oneself is so easy,
Then why all this bother.

Kiss from a rose

"There is so much a man can tell you,
so much he can say,
You remain - my power, my pleasure, my pain

To me you are like a growing addiction,
that I can't deny...

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah"

Nothing I could write today, could express better what I feel than these words from Seal's "Kiss from a rose". My thanks to the lyricist. I also like the chemistry between Val Kilmer and Nicole Kidman in the video of this song.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Interesting and boring

I know that ...

Just when she starts getting bored by me,
I suddenly become interesting...

And just as I am becoming too interesting,
She starts to get bored.

Its interesting really ... interesting, that I know :-)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Loving you

Floating on white clouds,
Like being in heaven,
Minstrels crooning a soulful tune
On cloud eleven.

Oooo...the roses are rosier
And the sky is all blue
Oooo...leaves are bright green
Brighter is every hue

Oh! this wretched life
Has been never so kind
If I wasnt so sane,
think I'd be out of my mind

The smooth clear path
The swing in my gait
The whiff of clean air
Oh! my rosiest Fate

Baby, if my life is good
it is because of you.
Never been so happy
before I loved you.

Monday, May 10, 2010

When I was younger,
I was interesting,
but did not possess the confidence to exhibit my intelligence.

Now I have enough confidence,
but I am no longer interesting enough.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

She makes me mad,
Or she makes me ecstatic

And now its been...
So many times mad and
So many times ecstatic

That the boundaries are blurred,
feels one and the same
ecstatically mad or madly ecstatic.