I, me, myself.........

I looked into an abyss, right there in the mirror It wasn't dark anymore, it was hollow Allowed everything to pass by, almost even a war cry For everything that's worth, is yet to be gained And yet the mind only sees a soul completely drained It doesn't want anything, it just longs for belonging For companionship, for an ear - for someone to hear Hear as you may, the howls of a crying heart through the smiling pane For it's not the abyss I fear, the hand that I thought was there to save me - was actually to keep me there

Its not everyday that you feel this way, Its like a thousand memories, Crammed together in a day, Wonder what did I do to so deserve, All the fun, pranks, masti, that I have to preserve... Preserve them, more dearly than gold, Only untill the next meeting, I am told... We will meet again, they said, With tears of untold affection, my heart bled... Its the ultimate irony to be apart, When you know you're all together just like mind body and heart.... Dedicated to  Puneet Taneja   Meenal Prasad , two of my sweeeeetest friends... Am thankful that these guys are my friends...

The Process of Extinction It’s not the end, rather it’s a process, The wands of someone’s future is what she possess Its catalyst lies in a Wrong decision you take, The wrath of YOUR future’s fury is what you Partake It’s the result that counts, but the process that far Surmounts, The Pain, the detail, The process of extinction will entail… First your purpose dies, And your world moves without you in front of your eyes You cry, you howl, but you are rarely missed, Your Shadow eventually is just as equally miffed And then it’s time for your idea to wipe off, Like the signs of a holocaust cloud are worn off, Your existence is a question, none can answer, Your shadow shuns you, looking for a greener pasture And the process completes when your deeds are forgotten Coz you took the step that none believed you had chosen, But the truth remains and you donot, You took a decision, and your soul could not!!!!

It is like a Deja Vu, But I can't  make out Who's who?? Neither can I tell whom do they call, May be, I was here the last fall!!! The man in the courtyard with dreamy eyes, The woman in the kitchen, who thanx the skies, The two just stand at the door to welcome, As if I'm God, about to take them to a Sanctum... The house is old and open its arms with a smile, The tree and the swing, they say were mine, The bridge on the river tells another story, I am amazed coz to me, it looks rather gory People tell tales, I can hardly remember, I am like a drunk guy, trying to be somber, I have shrugged all of this and them, Not once, but the no. of times I have sung national anthem!!! I look at my passport and see that this is my permanent address, "These are my friends and family", on my mind, I try to impress And that they recognize me and I don't, Coz deep down down inside" I have changed more" and they say they...

Does a movie ever inspire you to write???? Does a movie ever stay for more than a day in your head like that alarm with only snooze button on it??? Does it make you compare yourself, your friends to the characters in the movie???? Do the incidents shown in the movie feel like Déjà vu??? Biggest of all: Do all these things happen for the same movie???? Well for me, it did. I watched ZNMD yesterday i.e. 16 th July 2011, with the people I remember to have watched movies since ever. Puneet Taneja and Meenal Johari. (I mean, 2 years is the maximum my LONG term memory goes these days...) So, let’s take it from the start…Why am I so hit or struck by the movie??? One and only reason: How can a woman (Zoya Akhtar, in this case) understand, depict and portray Men’s psyche so clearly. All through the movie, this feeling just kept on growing that we (the men folk) do react in the exact fashion to situations similar in our lives. Well, to satisfy the egoists, let me n...

It is that time of the year, When it rains everywhere..... Water fills up that empty street, Memories abuzz like that parakeet, Memoirs of the beautiful past, Just like the clouds overcast.... The days of our wandering the free land, Just like the unending rainbow band.... That rain water makes its own way, Just like us, never wanting to fall in the fray... The ideas made the maximum sound, Just like enormous Drops of elixir hitting the ground, World gets trapped in the pure drops, All We did was to reap the emotional crops, Who knew the rains today are our things of the past, Its the autumn we have entered, unwillingly and fast.... Freshness gives way to fallen leaves, As work sends creativity on leave.... It becomes difficult to hold on to things we like to do, Just like streets look affected by a flu... Winds have that air of being botanical, Love takes a beating and becomes mechanical.... Its not that I hate this autumn, Time never gives me the freedom to fathom, We live...