Paper Plane

My time has stopped, waiting for you

My life is lost, searching for you

My rhyme is broken, like our hearts

My strife is ending, waiting for a fresh start

My love is a paper plane

Riding a breeze of happiness that's you

Torn and crumpled the plane maybe

The heart still flies, for the love that's you

Flying high through the skies

My sight is dark, with a silver line

The wind stands still, and time goes by

Wrecked are the wings, on hope it glides

My love is a paper plane

Riding a breeze of happiness that's you

Torn and crumpled the plane maybe

The heart still flies, for the love that's you

As age goes by, wrinkles my plane

An ordained hope, surfaces your sight

A place to land, to be at ease

A fitting end, to a wishful ride

My love is a paper plane

Rode a breeze of happiness that's you

Torn and crumpled the plane was yes

The heart still flew, for the love that's you

A burning candle of stone

The candle flickers, at the table for two

No one on the earth tonight, except for me, except for you

Your touch so warm, bestowed atone

My heart just melt, a burning candle of stone

It yearned, and longed, waited for you

Now it beats and sings, songs of happiness due

Your seraph smile, my cherub soul

The incomplete, is now whole

Time together doesn't ever seem enough

My hand over yours, a gentle brush

A dream I see, with open eyes

Coalesce into one, two wandering lives

Not dusk to dawn, but life as we know

Rainbows to rain, autumn to snow

Qualms doubts fears, we dispel

Together we make, a story to tell

A change of hearts

You and me

Under the big old tree

Gazed up the starry sky

Our spirits young and free

We saw the distant dreams

In each other’s eyes

Lying in each other’s arms

Throughout that night

“Ours will be a story to tell” you whispered

“Yes it will”

First few moments together

Yet, “for forever it seems”

You stole my heart

You held my time

Unlocked your heart

Yes, you became mine

Like a matchstick does

Our passion did burn

From a flash to fire

To ash forlorn

It was autumn I remember

When we went apart

Wasn’t our first

Change of hearts

We buried our love

Under the big old tree

For our love, our passion

Were young, were free

Obscured our dreams

When the misery came our way

But for all you know, a distant thought

Is just a heart-change away

Buoyant love

Buoyant love

A shining light, glittering hope

Benevolent touch

Healing my turbulent soul

Bridge kaput, two steps to love

I take one

In the torrent rest falls

A foggy night, a distant ship

Lonely at the shore

In the waves a face I see

A burning rage, an amorous heart

Bitter pills

An abysmal fall

A perched bird, wings burned

 Fervent yearn

Oblivious beloved

A dark night, mourning dove

Forlorn thought

My buoyant love

Two steps to love

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

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

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."