Tuesday, December 22, 2009


If I arrived at her doorstep, she would smile in a way that would
welcome me into her world without exception.
She would hold me in place,
and not let me move,
until her embrace
squeezed the tears of longing from my eyes.
She would kiss those tears one at a time.
She would ask only that I be with her,
that I forget everything else
that was not part of the two of us
"Lay down on your back," she would say,
and would straddle me,look down at me
put her hands on my chest,
her eyes would soften,
and her body, willingly,
would take in that pain,
that longing I have carried
beneath the palms of her hands,
and then, at the very moment
I would inhale
she would take a breath
and sing me the most beautiful song
that made beauty out of the sadness
too long trapped in each of us

This is just the beginning I think..



Sunday, December 6, 2009




Life, is not what you see, but what you've projected. It's not what you've felt, but what you've decided. It's not what you've experienced, but how you've remembered it. It's not what you've forged, but what you've allowed. And it's not who's appeared, but who you've summoned. And this should serve you well, beloved, until you find, what you already have




Friday, November 20, 2009


I won't say I love youYou already know its trueThese words have been misused.I say "My thoughts are of youI dream of you, breathe you,your taste remains."I close my eyesIt's your sweet moans the winds carry to me.I won't say I love youOceans of faceless ghosts sing these words.My soul shudders with fearAre you worthy of this dream?Golden heat, an inadequate fuel for something pureWill my soul be lost foreveror exist as half of yours?My life is richer now, though not completeMy heart, my soul;Only you can give back to me.

Monday, October 12, 2009


If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.



Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I am tired of many things going on today, things that seem designed to
undermine and destroy our great country. Certainly, we all have the
right to express our opinions and, naturally, every Indian holding any
particular ideology will see things that do not correspond to his idea
of the "real India" at any given time. It is right and good that we, as citizens, should seek to make the changes we think necessary to make our country strong. We can all agree that people of intelligence and integrity might agree to disagree, but there are some things about a country that, when abandoned or abruptly changed, creates a place markedly different than what it was previously.These sorts of seminal changes in the fabric of a nation should only be undertaken when that fabric is rotten even to its core. There have been bad spots of India that had to be surgically removed, we all know. But the core of this nation, despite its blemishes, is not now and never has been rotten.

*I am tired of the Constitution being treated as if it is written on a
chalkboard to be erased and re-written at will.
*I am tired of teachers who imagine that teaching feelings is better than teaching facts.
*I am tired of people who think all of our soldiers are thugs.
*I am tired of being told that over 3,00 Indians "deserved" to die just because they got up to go to work July 11th. No one, anywhere, deserves to be blown up in an office building, a disco, a mall or as they travel in a plane or a commuter train.
*I am tired of being told that the people who perpetrate such acts are driven to it by the India and merely need to be "understood" instead of stopped, sick of being told they should be treated like a purse- snatcher instead of a terrorist.
*I'm tired of being told it was an *inside job*.
*I am tired of actors as assumed "experts" on issues that they portrayed in a movie.
*I am tired of people who feel that government should be our Mother and Father, giving those politicians such power.

And, finally,,,,

*I am tired of patriotism being presented as some sort of disease or mental illness. I am proud that this great country has sponsored some
of the greatest inventions in history. It has entertained and let soar the imagination of every soul on the planet. It has brought food and products of necessity to the world. It is responsible for bringing democracy to many oppressed peoples across both time and geography. It
truly has been a beacon of freedom spreading its light over the earth.

~India Is NOT an evil place. And I am sick and tired of being told it is!~


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Underneath the infinite sky, ,
above the o
void earth,
anxiously,
he began his journ
ey,
the journey to find answers
to questions brimmed,
perpetually in his
head.

With each mile he crossed,
the more he explored,
answers started to pour,
but with each a
nswer
a new set of questions
knocked at the door,
the door of his insatiable mind.
then he realized,
neither the flow of qu
estions stop
nor stops the JOURNEY.



Thursday, September 10, 2009




I am here...

Deep within your heart
that yearns,

I am here...


I'm the flame that softly burns

And lights your way;

In the darkness of the night

I will be your sh
ining light ...

I am here...

I am here...


In the misty mornin
g dew,

I am here...

Standing closely beside you

I'll hold your hand ...
Let you feel a quiet
peace,

I will be your sweet release.

I am here...
I am here...

In a haunting melody ...

I am here...

I will be that memory

That gives you strength.

When days are long

We'll carry on...

I am here...


I am here..


As long as you do not forget,

I am here...

In your heart, I know, and yet...

It's here I'll stay,

I'll never go,

We both will know...

That I am here.
.




Tuesday, August 11, 2009


I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path.
I define myself by the courage I've found to forge new roads.
I do not define myself by how many disappointments I've faced.
I define myself by the forgiveness and the faith I have found to begin again.
I do not define myself by how long a relationship lasted.
I define myself by how much I have loved, and been willing to love again.
I do not define myself by how many times I have been knocked down.
I define myself by how many times I have struggled to my feet.
I am not my pain.
I am not my past.
I am that which has emerged from the fire.





Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only s
eed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afrai
d of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has bee
n to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that wit
h the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me
Everything that comes out of me is authentically me
Because I alone chose it I own everything about me
My body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions,
Whether they be to others or to myself I own my fantasies,
My dreams, my hopes, my fears I own all my triumphs and
Successes, all my failures and mistakes Because I own all of
Me, I can become intimately acquainted with me - by so doing
I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts I know
There are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other
Aspects that I do not know - but as long as I am
Friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously
And hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles
And for ways to find out more about me - However I
Look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever
I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically
Me - If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought
And felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is
Unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that
Which I discarded - I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be
Productive to make sense and order out of the world of
People and things outside of me - I own me, and
therefore I can engineer me - I am me and I am OK




Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Do not Stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the sun that you see glow.

I am the birds in circled flight
I am the moon that shines so bright.

I am the twinkle in the sky at night
I am the rain that falls so light.

I am the gentle autumn breeze
I am the one, who now is free.

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die.



Thursday, July 9, 2009


Remember me when I am gone away
Gone far away into the silent land
When you can no more hold me by the hand
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned
Only remember me you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And after wards remember do not grieve
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.



Sunday, June 28, 2009

In the way I believe in you
in the way you believe in me
in our love as it is now
in our love as it will be

Thursday, June 25, 2009


The sea so deep and blind
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren't you tired yet?

The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can't forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren't you tired yet?

A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?

The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?


Wednesday, June 17, 2009


I had you once for a very short time,
and the memories we shared I stored in my mind.
I relish the memories that we once knew,
I only hope you remembered them too.

You gave me my wings and taught me to fly,
You didn't hold me back you showed me the sky.
You gave me the world on a silver tray,
And taught me how to love and the games that people play.

You gave it all but you'll never know,
Just how much you helped me grow

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Silence…..force that drives the world;
Silence….love that goes untold;
Silence…child left to cry;
Silence….infant without life;
Silence…..lover left alone;
Silence…writer without a poem;
Silence……judge who decides our fate;
Silence….angel filled with hate;
Silence…warrior who will not fight;
Silence…heaven without light;
Silence…..man without a mate;
Silence....withdrawal without debate;
Silence….mercy buried deep;
Silence……hopeful thoughts we keep;
Silence…world without a choice;
Silence….people without voice;
Silence.....sleeper, dreamer, hoax;
Silence.....keeper of destiny's fear;
Silence......music we will never hear;
Silence...human race abhorred;
Silence....our eternal reward.



Friday, June 5, 2009




Maybe you're gone
To sleep
Maybe you're gone
For keeps

Thought you were an angel
Shining in the clouds
Thought you were my best friend
At least I tried to make it true

Maybe you're love
Is gone
To sleep
Maybe my love
Is gone
To deep

I'll never know
So never mind
You're out of sight
and am left with only my shadow

Maybe our love
Is gone
To sleep
Maybe our love
Is gone
For keeps





Tuesday, June 2, 2009


Dare to dream of far off lands,
Dream of deserts, covered in sand.
Dream of rain forests, trees high above
Dream of finding your one true love.

Dare to dream of lies or the truth,
Dream of never losing your youth.
Dream of battles, dream of a spark.
Dream of light, a light in the dark.

Dare to dream of fighting and sadness,
Dream of men, succumbed to madness.
Dream of warmth and heat and flame,
Dream that your life is just a game.

Dare to dream of hate and mistrust,
Dream of all that's true and just.
Dream of drowning, drowning in the sea,
Dare to dream of dreaming, yes dare to dream with me.




Sunday, May 24, 2009


Thursday, May 14, 2009



MANUFACTURED:1987
SPECIFICATIONS:
VISUAL PERCEPTION: 380 nm to 750 nm.
HEARING : 20 Hz to 20,000 Hz.
VOICE : 85 Hz to 155 Hz.
MEMORY STATUS :
Short Term Memory - ACTIVE.
Long Term Memory - Partially ACTIVE.
BODY MASS INDEX: 19.0 (Normal)
FERTILITY : 20 million to 150 million sperm per milliLitre.
PRODUCT EXPIRY : infinity.


homo sapiens
Naturally : Inquisitive
Apparently : Sincere
Primarily : Introvert
Definitely : Calm
Mentally : Stable
Probably : Confused
Reasonably : Smart
Sufficiently : Educated
Vertically : 5'11''
Socially : Unavailable
Currently : Commited
Permanently : On earth
Reluctantly : Studying
Truly : Indian
Financially : Bankrupt
Seriously : Lazy
Artistically : Priceless
Honestly : Honest

I can bear K3G but not as much as Nidhi
I like to study but not as much as Hina
I am a pervert but not as big as Fahim
I do stupid things but not as big as RANA
I am a pretty freak but not as big as SAM
I sit before my compu but not as much as ASHI
I like to speak softly but not as much as ANISH
I am unconventional but not as much as ALOK
I like to drink but not as much as ANISH
I live in my room but as not much as GAUTAM
I am genuine but not as much as Microsoft
I am kutta kamina but not as big as K serial leader EKTA KAPOOR
I take tension but not as much as Nidhi


P.S. I Tagged Ashi and anyone who want can take it forward.





Saturday, May 9, 2009


Some One wants To See Me So Here I'm



It's a new world - it's a new start It's alive with the beating of young hearts