Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sorry for the interruption but I guess I have learnt how to type faster now and you can hope to read more from my side! Btw, a good news and a bad news is waiting. First good - Here goes my resignation as a poet!!! and I come here to bore (other meaning of bore...wat did u think??) deep into life.--Bad. Yaar, life is boring... and exciting... hate it or love it... it's fun filled... and crap-full...
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Special focus is on the roads where metro construction is going on. In case you plan to spend pleasant evenings in a park away from your home, be prepared to while off a couple of hours in your car stuck in the TERRIBLE JAMS! Beginning with the road construction to the time Delhi's weather sabotages it, the jams go on...
We all are aware of the reason...
The grit and 0.000001 pc coal do not mix well and the roads too wash and wither away!
Saturday, June 02, 2007

Dont think about people who argue /disagree,
Dont think anput horrendous darkness
Dont think about the dusty artificial flowers
Dont think about sad faces and problems
Fervently crave for your aim
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Several strands we are tied between
few spaces to sneak in within
careful one needs to be
little time to be given to 'me'
everything's gonna change
just that with varying range
dont let loose the self
few words say it all.
The crumpled sheet and the wet towel
red Roses and the green flower
need not be what they are..
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Lyrics:
Pray for me brother
Pray for me brother
Pray for me sister
Are you searchin’….Pray for me brother
Lookin’ for the answers To all the questions
In my lifeWill I be alone
Will you be there By my side
Is it something he said Is it something he didI wonder why
He is searchin’ For the answers
To stay alive
Could you ever listen Could you ever care
To speak your mind
Only for a minute For only one moment
In time
The joy is around us But show me the love
That we must find
Are you searchin’ For a reason to be kind, to be kind…
He said… Pray for me brother
Pray for me brother Pray for me sister
Pray for me brother Saywhat you wanna say now
But keep your hearts open
Be what you wanna be now
Let’s heal the confusion
Pray for me brother
Don’t let me take When you don’t wanna give
Don’t be afraid Just let me live
Don’t let me take When you don’t wanna give
Don’t be afraid Say what you wanna say now
But keep your hearts open
Be what you wanna be now Let’s heal the confusion
Pray for me brother Pray for me brother
I’m ashamed ah, brother be dying of poverty
when he down on his knees its only then he prays
And it’s a shame ah, brother be dying of ignorance
cos the world is a trip and everybody’s a hypocrite
Need to stop ah , taking a look at the other
I’m not ashamed of poverty
need to be making his life better
So think about it, think about it once more
cos life is a blessing and it’s not justa show, ah
Round and round the world is spinning around
We need to be singing a prayer, we need to be singing it now
Round and round the world is turning around
We need to be singing a prayer, we need to be singing it now
Need to be feeling the power, need to be feeling the faith
We need to coming together just to win this race
Need to be feeling the power, need to be feeling the faith
We need to coming together just to win this race (twice)
Are you searching for a reason to be kind ?
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Friday, March 09, 2007

Friday, March 02, 2007

Saturday, February 17, 2007

When I am alone
I hear a moan.
Someone is beside me
Just that I cannot see.
But I hear,
Inside, a bit of fear
that I am alone.
I say I hear you
You are otside me
or am I out of you?
No shape or size
Or that I am not wise.
I can sense your vibes
Are you alive??
Too difficult to dive
because I am alone.
You want to talk to me?
But I just cant hear.
Everyone says I am mad
Just unaware of another lad.
show yourself,wont you?
No flesh to hide in blue.
'MEN IN DANGER'
His heart is true
He wants something from you.
Blushing he will be
Just FPs need there be.
Just doesnt want to marry
A reason to worry.
Comments on everything
as if a 'queen' or a king.
The way he walks 'bound'
Seems nothing is actually round.
"impeccable" it may sound
Same should nowhere be found.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007

Wondering the things we do,
selfless love too few.
though i know i love you,
I don't know if you too.
I saw you staring in my eyes,
looking for something that lies.
too confused too say,
If i believe you too may..
i dont want to see you anymore,
I know you are in my heart.
Just cherishing those memories
That broke me apart.
You killed my heart
buried deep in the sand.
It lies lifeless
Dying to go back to its land
But I don't want it back.
Let it lie there!!
Lifeles and dead
like me...
Monday, January 01, 2007
Friday, December 29, 2006

By Alfred Noyes
Part One
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
IV
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-
V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."
VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.
Part Two
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.
III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.
VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs
ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did
not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!
VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * *
X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
I simply loveeeee it..

What does 'life' mean??
the question lies within,
very keen.
To know the purpose,
of what it does?
I bury my head deep
and peep
into what our sub-conscious mind keep?
Stopped for a while
How many crossed i mile?
why are we here?
it cribs me,i swear.
Some one please answer this question:
What is the extent of "POSSESSION"?
Year after year,
the days pass away like a moment.
here's another year.
just wondering what my life has lent..
the days are still warm.
the nights are still cold.
i live on,
The new hopes with dawn.
where the time passes by?
i wonder:
Is it all a lie??
What's the motive of my life,
I wonder with the strife.
The pain inside me
grows,as if stung by a bee.
Someone please anwer this question,
What's the extent of "POSSESSION"??
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
I extend my arms for you,
in the light that u'll come.
i'll hold you,
for a moment
that'll last throughout our life.
A call-desperate to feel u.
just when i see ua desire
emerges deep in my heart.
to feel u
to touch u.
My heart starts here
goes on till u,
filled with a vaccuum
a space forbidden!!
here i express my love-
and desire for u.
May it last a second
let it!!we know
-it'll be in our hearts forever,
Forever Forever n ever...
