Just for you to know!

If you think I would do nothing at all,

If you think your games can make me fall,

I think you should be gone before it is too late,

Or you're gonna be disappointed at your fate.

You really think you can stand up against me

Fighting the godzilla like a terrified bunny

That is what you are: stupidity and nonsense too

No better raise all that to a power two.

You say yet another clichè about how

Fate rules the world in which we live

Figures of speech, so much honey dripping

Since you can't see, I ll tell ya, you are ticking

Unbreakable locks

Every night I hope for a lucky tomorrow

That brings back things the way they were.

Doesn't matter anymore if we lost the keys

If you could shatter them all - Unbreakable locks.

The words we said have started the curse

I simply wanted to say sorry to you

Before the curse weighs us down forever!

What do I post?

Wake up late, bunk an hour

Skip a meal, rush to class

Back for lunch, try to munch,

Drag to class, Back again.

Can't get enough

I copy yesterday's page in my diary

             Ordinary lives are but a pain.

Think of plans, nothing works,

Night begins, soon it ends

Wake again for another day,

To live tomorrow the same way

Don't blame me

Life is but a boring template

             I've really got nothing to say.

Nightmare

Mirrors seemed to fail me
I felt I was looking ugly
Fate had never been more twisted
Nobody even cared if I existed
Nothing was right, I hated life
When I curled into bed yesterday.
Soon there were knives hanging
Shakily on the cracked ceiling
Slowly came the eerie breeze
I was so shaken, truly broken
Pushing tonnes on air against my chest
My ribs breaking wanting to breathe.
I wake up gasping like a lightning
Each of my muscles pulsating
Thankful that it was all in my head
Thankful for my hated sorry life.

I don't speak Cipher!

When someone speaks ghastly of me

I usually don’t care, it’s just me hating

This time though I can’t get you to see

It being you pains, it’s gotten me hurting.

I say a cliché and you take it for a cipher

Break it into pieces, calculate each one

All you want to do is prove me wrong.

It tears my heart but my trust is gone.

I know a bunch that would spin tales

But you being one of them really bugs me.

I say a thousand words, never zipped it up

I wish you knew that I never meant ‘em all

It never ll be the same, our plastered bond.

I took you for a friend who could stand me

Told you things without deep thinking

Sorry, But I would have been more careful

If I’d seen you were more like the Paparazzi.

All Indians are my...

(Voice of the north-east)


Can you hear them, silent sobs?
Gagged innocent mouths and slit tender necks
Thundering off silently in a subdued corner
Where justice is but a frivolous empty word.
Their yells for survival so cruelly quietened
By the high mountains and our apathetic walls.

Hark, you people from the mainland!
Listen to the hard breathing of humans in fear
The brothers and sisters we pledge everyday.
Nobody cares for their unaccounted deaths
Nor for their dreams that can never come true
None of us care if they are terrorized.

There, open up your humane eyes and see her
There she starves to get noticed, but in vain
Nobody sees her silent struggle for her people
To rise above the dark ocean of forced silence
To bring on themselves the reign of peace
To find themselves a way out of mere survival.

Can't you feel their beats beneath your ribs?
Praying for someone to listen, someone to see.
Fellow countrymen crying from invisible proximity
Shouting through indifference for their rightful rights.
Praying for understanding hearts from our side
To echo their voices and break those walls.

A toast to the Martyr - Mr. B

           Today as I booted up my middle-aged laptop there was a loud silence. I was 30 words down in my 101st blogpost when my ears were temporarily shut off and I began hearing a unclear resounding echo. Ten minutes into the din, my trained ears perceived it to be the wails of my unsung backspace key (Hence referred to as Bspace). Though unsuccessful at a complete translation from 'keyboard-ish' to English, I was quite able to understand the message. It said "You jerk, useless brat, keep your stinking nail-bit fingers off me!". This is the censored version of what Bspace said.

           Though my first intuitive reaction was to bring the bit gardening shovel on to B's spine, the professional in me sprung up. According to articles from the opportunities and other 'Become the leader that you are (not)' type of books, when a customer has a complaint,
          Rule number one   : Act like you understand him
          Rule number two   : Make him feel the boss
          Rule number three : Say that things are going to be okay
          The golden rule  : Never meet him again


            Going by the same order when Mr.B complained, I cried with him (for an hour). He finally gave up seeing that my wails were more horrible than his. I took a brand new tissue wiped off the dust and with pair of  neat forceps removed the ages of snacks and eraser dust that pained him. I also promised him that I would use a sanitizer before I started typing. Second mission accomplished.
           
             B had a serious complaint, he was frustrated with the way - I kept typing crap for my post, erase it all up; type my name a hundred times and remove it again (My name a hundred times seriously doesn't make a good reading); Sit there with no idea of what I was going to write about and unconsciously type down a Taylor swift song and erase it all over because I was terrified of copyrights; sometimes unconsciously played vaguely remembered Casio tunes on the QWERTY keyboard and still rub 'em off because I hadn't yet completed my post for the day.

            Oh yeah, I had the same doubt, how does my non-deliberate typing practice worry him at all. But then, I realized (quicker than you did!!) that every time I erased I fractured his plastic spine and he was tired of it. Ruthless had I been, indeed. I started to sympathize, forgot the golden rule, forgot my professionalism and cried. I decided to celebrate him and write the 101st blog post about my special backspace key.

           So, I broke his bones as i erased off the half written post (Oops) and wrote this post toasting to the one semi-martyr of the blog, Mr. B (sans the chips underneath).

The hope of tomorrow

Busy streets, What drives life?

Greed, desire or maybe joy?

Seldom is the option on the list

Rarely do we people care.

No sorry is ever said today

No promise instantly kept

The half finished dinner makes it

To the refrigerator every night.

A dying ant still guards its food

In the hope of tomorrow's lunch.

Life isn't all about today's smiles

But the hope that tomorrow comes!

Can't you see? Mom Stole it!

Sometimes when its dark at night,

Deep in my head, you glow bright,

Every such time I wonder as I look

Wrinkles! How can there be none?

I curl into a corner and think hard

Maybe it was 'coz of your kind heart:

Gandhi, Mandela and Teresa as well

They had the folds, Didn't they all?

Perhaps b'coz you were immortal?

But, The angels do magic, you just love.

It can't be 'coz of those miracle creams

None work at all, even in the dreams.

Each of us start out as bright sparklers

Losing all the light in silent crackles.

You slyly hid back your innocent charm

Spring or winter, you simply stay warm.

You gotta grow older to have the marks

You just grew and kept back the sparks.

Cunning as you are,you got me bewitched,

Sorcery it is, I gotta have myself checked.

Greedy me!

There stands desire tantalizing

With cherry blossoms at the clearing

I jump in there to make a grab

I got it now, my hands are full.

Then she moves into the sky

She waves the rainbows at me

I drop them flowers, so rapidly

Fly above and cling on tight

Colors make a gorgeous sight.

Look back down at them shreds

Of what once were bright reds.

I want the rainbows and the clouds

I want the wind, their rattling sounds

Why is it I can't have them all?

Why is it I stay the earthly soul?

Out of my dream

I did not have time to take it slow

When you told me 'its all over now'

I cried out and called you names.

You had been my pretty snow man

The summer came, you're water again

So obvious and yet hard to deal.

I felt like a small kid shivering

After Rain spoiled her evening

So rudely pulled out of a reverie.

I am happy that you cared about me once

At least I am sure it wasn't all just a trance

Now I can mourn our love's death.

We were barking up the wrong tree

From where we were it was hard to see.

I am happier than I should probably be.

I am sorry that I fussed so much

And added the tragic melodrama touch.

The truth is better than just dreams.

Where is my tiara??

----My sister is the best sister------

It feels so warm to know you are there

Like a pearl cozily held by a shiny oyster.

The way you stand up against the world

Just to make sure I don't feel un-loved,

When you smile your big smile at me,

Don't I feel like a princess already?

Oh, people are sure gonna blame you 

When I go about demanding my tiara!

I look beautiful looking in your eyes

I am not giving you up for anything nice.

Blessing!

I wake up to a half nightmare
Heaved out of my dream paradise
My lazy muscles eager to dare
To reach for that unreachable snooze.

Morning blues cloud my vision
Frustrated, my mind begins to issue
Task after task for my machine
Yet another day to pay my earthly due.

I remember the chores I have to do
Carelessly I crane to look at the clock
Look at it twice - too good to be true
Sunday it reads - The dream continues.

Blessing!

I wake up to a half nightmare
Heaved out of my dream paradise
My lazy muscles eager to dare
To reach for that unreachable snooze.

Morning blues cloud my vision
Frustrated, my mind begins to issue
Task after task for the my machine
Yet another day to pay my earthly due.

I remember the chores I have to do
Carelessly I crane to look at the clock
Look at it twice - too good to be true
Sunday it reads - The dream continues.

The final blow

Sometimes in life you gotta trust someone

Trust me when I tell you that I am the one
You keep snapping the silvery bond we share
I feel like am waiting for nobody somewhere
You say I can never be good enough for you
Keep pushing me away without a single clue
You've hurt more than you could ever know
I am tired of waiting for the Christmas snow
I've run out of patience and am exhausted
Your photos will go and memories soon dead
I know for sure that things will be soon okay
Tomorrow will be sunnier than yesterday
Maybe I can never forget the spring we met
But I want you to know our sun has already set.

To my handicapped nailbuds!

I try my best to not hurt you

To be good and start anew,

Someday I am gonna be proud

Showing you off to the crowd

But baby, sometimes I get so sad

I forget myself and act real bad

A terrible exam or a horror flick

It is poor you that I forever pick

I crush and bite and tear and chew

It pains me just like it does for you.

I want you grown pretty and tall

Yet, I totally forget it by nightfall

There you crumble jailed by teeth

Your tips reddening at your death.

I paint to keep your glossy charm

Bitter, but they seldom sound the alarm.

I sit here all alone doing the mourning 

'My stunted nails' - A late warning

Random memoir

As I do another waiting drill
For another diet coke refill
Looking at slow clock tick
Way too irritated to even blink
Jumps out from nowhere
A pretty random memoir -
The day I first met you
You were young, hardly five
Lucky for us, so was I
Shared candy and played seek
Every day in every week!
We grew tall but still cried
Over small things, silly fights
You were there on my side
I was wrong but you held tight.
We made funny horror faces
Fussed over lace and dresses
Shivered before our speeches
Crammed 'Acids and Bases'!
Better memories sure to exist
But these make me smile best.

Invisible

I rush up to your side

Every day, every single time

Tell me can't you really see?

The mess I make, the books I drop,

The way I look, the jokes I crack

Does nothing really bother you?

I don't want to sit by myself

Be some old book on the shelf

Can't you hear my whispers at all?

I try so hard to be your type

Laugh funnily and fake an ego

Shan't you smile for once at me?

I know that you are so busy

Fussing about gucci and nike!

Does it cataract you eyes, babe?

I've started looking in the mirror again

Checking if I'd become invisible man

Can't you see or are you not looking?

The divine secret

An eerie silence
reverberates the unique difference
of the hard rocks expressing their might
over the curved river reflecting the mild light
fighting its way through the toes of the stones
unyielding to the vain tickling of the brook
or the high falling water exerting force
Alas!The rock still stands,
the river unable to coerce,
wavers defeated in the war for space
to move strong rivals covered in haze
The depressed river still flows undisturbed
conveying to the flower bed
which resting upon the prickly bushes
lazily listens to the water's low hushes
and at its own leisure blooms the message,
A secret beyond man's intellect
a secret that has eluded his technical mind
From the day his sixth sense worked
he refuses to hear this message
that echoes in the hills rustles in the river
flowers on the bush and resounds everywhere
the divine secret of un-spoilt nature.

In my head