Sunday, November 20, 2011

Hallucination


 The lips with a beautiful smile
Haven’t chortled, for quite a while
Eyes which had the brightest spark
Faded too soon into the dark

Her concerned words of care
Do now need their fair share
Her blithe merry ballet of joy
Exposed to life’s puzzles and ploy

The zeal of her adolescent heart
Splintered into bits and parts
Fervor of the juvenile soul
Witness to futile control

Her voice that echoed its distant dreams
In agony and anguish it just screams
The mind apostle to buoyant thoughts
Heedless vagrant, is distraught

In awe of her present and her past
Life and love as I passed, I asked
Was I delirious then, or am I now
Restore her past can I, somehow


Friday, November 11, 2011

My dream: The blue door


I saw a dream last night, and wondered all through the day – what does my dream truly mean? Finally, I decided to write my dream as a poem. In fact, dreams are just like poems, full of oxymora, metaphors and alliterations.


Hope you like it.


The blue door
3am in the morning
Finally I go to sleep
So many thoughts revolve in my head
So many, that it’s hard to keep

I finally cross a river
Before the gush could rise
I do it holding your hand
Even with my closed eyes
I reach the safe place
Behind the blue door
The flood starts to rise
As the skies start to pour

It’s gusty, submerged
the world now seems
A safe place this door
How longer would it be?
As you and me resist the surge
Try to keep the blue door closed
We manage to bolt the urge
But such strong brook, would it hold?

Scores of time passes
I’m still clutching the door
The storm has now passed
But did I let you go
I look around, you, I couldn’t see
Slipped through my fingers? How could it be?
I run the streets, still soaking the rain
And in my heart, I feel this throbbing pain

The picture brightens, I see the sun
What fell apart has been undone
The sky’s now clear, so are our paths
Why not, I wonder, such from the start
And I see you smiling, walking towards me
I feel your touch, your scent in the breeze
The love in the eyes as I see
I kiss your lips; put my heart at ease

My eyes open, I wonder what I had seen
In my thoughts I realize, you had been
And more than ever, I miss our past times, realize
My dream has no meaning, just this rhyme


Friday, October 21, 2011

Judge me, please



Don’t judge me by my past
'cause I don't live there anymore
Don’t judge me for what I do
You don't know my reasons or my chore


And don't judge me, my short love
Because forgetting you, was so long
Don't judge me for how I act
'cause you weren't there, when I cracked

Don't judge, don't say
“If I were you, I’d be brave”
Don't give me, clich├ęs
My burdens you don't weigh

My burdens, my burdens
You don’t weigh my burdens
Step in my shoes, come walk, just once
Yes, these scorched tan tattered ones

And then...

Go ahead and judge me, all my friends
If you don't know me, nobody can
To the shadowy corners of your heart
Silently crawl, go ahead and judge me all

Go ahead and judge this dark song
Give me something to prove you wrong
Go ahead and judge me, thick as thieves
It’s no longer a grief, no longer a grief




Sunday, October 16, 2011

100 goodbyes


Staring at the sky, nothing but emptiness
No stars shimmer tonight, in my darkness
This night, forever it seems to last
And I’m here alone, passing my past

I said a hundred goodbyes
But none of them help
All our dreams at one end
And at the other everything else

She can’t see me, no she doesn’t see
How I try, to just let it be
When I dial ten numbers just to keep the phone
And I don’t text her, even when alone
I know how far me she has led
Still I can’t get her out of my head

And I said a hundred goodbyes
But none of them help
All our love at one end
And at the other everything else

Its 5am and I still can’t sleep
‘cause I can’t face her even in my dreams
I ask stupid questions and regret
Every word she ever said echoes in my head
There’s nothing there, just a silhouette
And I keep promising, even that I’ll forget

And I say another hundred goodbyes
No, still none of them help
All my life at one end
And at the other everything else


Thursday, October 6, 2011

Why Steve Jobs is my idol

I am generally not a person who believes in having an idol. I believe a person should become what he is,  do what he loves and do it the way he thinks he'll achieve what he wants. Also, I don't think I know a person that well, that I would call him my idol. Yet, there's a lot that I know about Steve Jobs.

Yes, he is filthy rich but there's so much more to him. (I use "is" instead of "was" because this man will stay alive through his thoughts, his innovations and his products that touch our lives daily). Steve is not a good man, eh-aah. He is not a bad man either (well, its debatable). He has shown the world one simple thing. You don't have to be perfect. Because I lay so much emphasis on what I just said, I'll repeat it, in bold and italics. You don't have to be perfect.

Now, he did not propagate these thoughts of his. It was through his life that we could learn.
  • Steve Jobs was not wanted by his parents
  • He dint even graduate
  • He lied to and cheated his friend Steve Wozniak
  • A thief, he in a way stole a lot of technologies while from the Big blue IBM and Xerox (know the mouse we use?)
  • He did not father his own child
  • He abused drugs
  • He dint believe in charity, not a bit
  • An arrogant man, he was thrown out of his own company!
  • He devised all possible mean ways of deriving maximum gains for Apple from its rich customer base. 
Yet, he is where he is, what he is. And there's only one reason for that. He did what he loved to do and, he did it better than anyone else in the world. It may sound very simple, but its never that easy to "do what you love to do".

That is the thing that struck me the most about this person. Steve dropped out of college within 6 months. Sleeping on the floor in friends' rooms, he was attending only one class, the only one that interested him. Calligraphy, where he learnt about different fonts, shapes of letters and how to design them. Maybe the reason we got wonderful fonts in all our systems today.

A great example to demonstrate his will to do what he was passionate about is when he was thrown out of his company. After being publicly thrown out of Apple, a company he himself started, Jobs thought of leaving it all and becoming a monk. Yet, he realized one thing. He still loved what he did. And that's why he bounced back with NeXT and Pixar while he was out of Apple. You have to find what you love, through that and only through that can you achieve greatness. There will be times when you'd be rejected, but you'd still be in love.

Now that's a lesson to learn for career and life. 

Steve Jobs once said said "Don't be trapped with dogma, which is living with results of other people's thinking". And yet I do, and yet he is my idol, well I am not perfect either Steve.

Inspirer, Innovator, Marketeer, Icon
R.I.P Steve Jobs



"I don’t want you to think of this as just a film. Some process of converting electrons and magnetic impulses into shapes and figures and sounds. No. Listen to me. We're here to put a dent in the universe. Otherwise why else even be here? We are creating a completely new consciousness, like an artists or a poet. That's how you have to think of this. We're rewriting the history of human thought with what we're doing."

Sunday, October 2, 2011

My Creed


I forgot the face of my love
And yet the love remains
Whom should I tell my love
That the love still remains

I feel so tired, lost all my sleep
Thinking about what could have been
But I can’t move on if I keep looking back
And I don’t want to, I know within
I don’t want to leave the peace this love gives me
Or the pain
I still remember those lips that sold me the dreams
All in vein

But I forgot the face of my love
And yet the love remains
Whom should I tell my love
That the love still remains

This night is all dark
Like my memory and my heart
There’s no light that can wake me
Take me to the place that I wish to be
Where it’s just you, and just me
No care of how the world would see
I still remember the eyes that showed me such place
And all my creed

But I forgot the face of my love
The love, yet the love remains
Whom should I tell my love
That the love, just love that remains


Saturday, August 20, 2011

Close your eyes, pray


In the heavy rains on the small street
Amongst the darkness and scorching heat
A child is born, a beautiful little face
A strong heart has just begun to race
In an unknown world she just stepped
Smiles around as she first wept

This is the world that you have come in
This is the place you’re gonna stay
Destiny just unfurled this way
Close your eyes, pray
Its gonna be okay

Across the street in blistering cold
She found her place, or so she’s told
Her eyes shimmer like a summer day
Ten years of life have come her way
Last night she was just a stray waif
Today, big man in the house keeps her safe

This is the world that you have come in
This is the place you’re gonna stay
Destiny just unfurled this way
Close your eyes, pray
Its gonna be okay

A few more years of life she has seen
Don’t remember how many, neither does she
No longer a summer day
Her eyes now home to nasty chafe
Playing daily is she the wife
To the power of a gun, blade or knife

This is the world that you have come in
This is the place you’re gonna stay
Destiny just unfurled this way
Close your eyes, pray
Its gonna be okay

Her endurance in this torment is what pays
No pain in the body, just in heart it stays
On the bed of nails, there she lay
As scavengers bite off their favorite prey
The rest of her life, she bears this thorn
While in the darkness of the streets, another child is born

This is the world that you have come in
This is the place you’re gonna stay
Destiny just unfurled this way
Close your eyes, pray
This world is not okay



Our Story


I see the rain
It reminds me of you
I feel the pain
And all I think of is you
I stare the sunlight
Till it set
Thinking of the first time
That we met
And I feel the happiness
All over new
There must be a story
Of me and you

Give it all
Not expect it back
See all the good things
And nothing I lack
See the dreams
Believe the love
Whenever I was down
You were there to hold me up
Every dream that I saw
It was coming true
Such was the story
Of me and you

The memories are now
As the pictures were then
Like shadows of the clouds
We moved too fast
We moved away
Only to meet again
We do it over and over
Yet the feelings remain the same
It can never end
It'll continue
Such is the story
Of me and you



Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Soothing arm

What do you do when you see a heart and feel just hollowness
See a whole life succumb to emptiness
See someone lose entire happiness, feeling just loneliness

What do you do when he feels absolute meaningless
Suffering a touch which is just feelingless
Do you see the painfulness the helplessness

You do see the limbless the listless the loveless
The childless the roofless the nameless the lifeless
Living every moment sleepless in the lightless wildness

Bearing resentment in your eyes and just barrenness
Realizing all your life’s just purposeless
Do you see the worthlessness in your perfectness

What do you do when it all hits your consciousness
You realize what you’ve given to the world is nothingness
Do you ever give more when all you get is less

Give some time away from your thoughtlessness
Extend a soothing arm to the one in mess
                                                 How else will we bring the brightness to this darkness

Out of your business, gaze at the graveness
Answer the question asked in mere daftness
Do you choose to live in the blindness or the rightness

Extend a helping hand to the needy
You never know how much it means to them.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Back to Me


Open my eyes I see the dream was gone
Wondering what went wrong
You would know, you could see
Why could I never believe
‘cause here we lay, lay asleep
But the moment I woke, I could see
I’d have to bring you,
Back to me

I’d write down a million rhymes
Sing them another million times
Till my set sun shines
If they could bring you
Back to me

So I do my best, being around
While you act, like a princess crowned
You could see, why I’d never leave
Saw too much love, inside of me?
But the moment the heart broke
I could see, clearly
I could never bring you
Back to me

So I call back all the birds
Flying to the places unheard
Singing along, these imploring words
I wrote to bring you
Back to me

So I stay away, never around
Wrong was I, yeah all along
Now you know? Now you could see?
How in us, you say “believe”
When I could now see, in those eyes
That scream loud, they realize
You can never come back
Back to me

I gave my soul
Wandered all alone
Gave my dreams, and all my goals
But you never came
Back to me
Now you say “Come back”
“Back to me”
Stay away don’t come
Back to me
Back to me.

Back to Me

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

FLY LIKE ASH

FLY LIKE ASH

It was once told to me
You are going to save this world on your own
And make the whole world yours
When you are grown, make yourself known

I was told once
You don’t know who you are
In the eyes of God
You are a shining star

You told me once
I’m doing it all for you
When I can do it all for me
Pull off and get through

Many a times I’ve been told
The difference between right and wrong
When it’s people telling me
Wrong is what they could not be along

Hell, I’ve been told a lot
The dos and don’ts
Don’t you see what you say
Is exactly what I condone

Now it’s my simple appeal
Shut up! I don’t need you telling me
Who I am, what I can be
God and mortals right and wrong how I see

Let me learn my life by my own
With every falling night, every new dawn
Don’t worry for me failing, for me getting hurt
It’s better to fall in dirt, than hear you blurt

I don’t want to rise from the ashes
I want to fly as them
And if and when I fall
On my own, I want to start the crawl again


 

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