Knowing Me...

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If I say I'm just a teenager leading a life as normal as it can get, I sort of defy what I stand for. Its not all that easy but it has its moments. I like those moments when they come along and they bring with them a significant amount of emotion, which I only began expressing in words at age 7. Since then, its all about the writing. It gets to certain people and some just don't get it! But I think that its important for me to write because that is maybe the only talent that exists in me [not denying the presence of good enough speech to win a few here and there =P] There is little I know and there is much I simply yap about but I make sure that if its really got to be said, it better be said, however in the wrong or right. I feel much. There are lot of things I plainly observe and those are sort of the things that I adore writing about. I'm inspired by minute details and small things that have a huge impact much later on. There is much more to me that most know and many have bothered not about. Not like I want them to. But I'd like to be known. And that's what I think I stand for, being known beyond what is known. =D

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

What I Feel....

when lost in thought
i find myself
in places i've never seen
in corners where i've never been
and yet they feel like
such a part of me
these roads that i've never traveled
mysteries waiting to be unraveled....

when in a crowd
i see faces
of people who i think i know
and those who i've watched grow
and yet they feel
so alien to my memory
like books left unread
and words waiting to be said....

when with myself
i know for sure
i'm going to different places
to see the different faces
that make me feel that
my life is real
like a journey of sorts
on the boulevard of thoughts....


Moments Stolen

they had walked long enough
in search of escape
but found not much to suffice
just a rugged corner
with a cooling sunset
was all they got for the while...

the smoothness of his tone
the nervousness in her eyes
made each tell the other
of their troubled lives
they wanted out
they'd really tried....

a tear glimmered
on her cheek
the darkening sky
silenced her smile
and made her search the lower reaches
with her eyes, and nothing to find.....

they looked,
his eyes bespoke his love
she flushed scarlet
like the setting sun
she heard what he said not
and said a lot she wished him to hear.....

and then she sealed her affection
with a soothing embrace
and all else forgotten
they returned to their origins
as if nothing transpired
but as if a millennium passed them by......


Sounds Of Silence

she uses all but words to speak
but says a thousand words to me
sometimes in laughs or loud shrieks,
she envelopes her hate and glee

she has no voice or so i've heard
but she knows my soul to be her friend
she has for ever companions yearned
and followed many for ages on end

she enters my environs like a breeze
and drives all else out the door
she rests me, puts me at ease
and says all that she has before

she shrieks and laughs all the while
and fills my solitude with noise
and then departs with a sweet smile
for me, she always had a voice.....


Beyond His Brush

he paints a bit
and ponders much
about his days
beyond the brush.....

about the times
he's painting smiles
but sees tears welling
in his muse's eyes
and the laughter those children
tried to hide
whilst he put them in paint and strokes
or rather tried!

about that couple
that earned well
but was never happy
their eyes did tell
and about his rivals
that meanly eyed
his every piece
and what he took home every night

and about that little boy
who only roamed
and had only a park bench
to call his home
and the blind man who sold
his talent for wages
but left all awed
of all ages

these sights he saw
and the stories he knew
were not half as sad
as what he'd been through
but he's left it behind
and now doesn't care much
for he's all about his musings
with or sans his brush.....


Special Souls....

for those who i love, cherish, honour, and can't live without......

its hard to imagine a world without
the sights and sounds another soul
its easy to say, and many have said
its like a sunrise that leaves you cold

when they laugh, they brighten it all
their tears drown every pain
when they're hurt it aches within
but when they smile, its like colors post rain

when they talk, they bring a new wave
their silences are like a wholesome void
their voice is like the first smell of monsoon
with each drop, the world overjoyed

there's much that they can have and want
but they care for those who need their love
they are not just those who make our day
they're the angels from above

they are light, they are rain
they are fun and trouble, all the same
they bring happiness wherever they go
and defeat the gloom in one blow
they are the sun that shines each night
and the serene morning moonlight
they're loved, hated and admired by all
they understand without even a call
they're the shiniest stars in a full galaxy
they're always there, wherever they'd be
all our lives have such special souls
because sans them, live is never whole....


Celebrating The IPL

a new year of new cricket
which just ended was begun
a month and six days back
to play some sport for fun

eight teams with eight dreams
all reaching for the prize
but who got there and who's left out
is still a big surprise!!

from the cool gang finishing low
to the last year's base being the ace
the young blood of Indian Premier League
gave it all a new face

awesome runs and run-outs
flawless wickets and their keepers
there were those who shot right to the top
and those that were slow creepers

disappointments and ecstasy
at lows and highs of our faves
where one man in the corner whines of ill-luck
the other man of superiority raves

a completely different atmosphere
an alien country with excited crowds
was accompanied by all four seasons
some wind, some shine and loads of clouds!!

people from every international team
once opponents, now play as a whole
the spirit of this game called cricket
being celebrated was the only goal

a tournament like no other
where a billion hearts beat as one
when the last ball bowled in this game of possibilities
is when we say, "the best team won!"


Good - Bye

there were times when i was leaving
and i had never turned
to say a sweet bye-bye
but no smiles i returned
not understanding
what i did lose
what equations i twisted
when this coldness i did choose

i've walked away
quite a few times
and seen confusion in rare view mirrors
instead of smiles
when the same happened to me
i knew what i'd done
i had been rude and mean
and now i had to undo what i'd begun

i knew how they felt
and i'd had my turn
and it felt bad, really bad
to watch my heart burn
and i've learned well
to learn from pain
and whatever i used to
i never did again

after all of that
whenever i left a place
i made sure i had
at least a smile on my face
and then on to now
i never left with a sigh
because fits been a while since
i've left without a good-bye