Sunday, April 28, 2013

Letting go

How could I forget the past
Leave what I loved behind
There was so much joy inside
Why can't i just hit rewind

I'm letting go of what I do want to loose
I'm holding on but you're slipping though my fingers
I don't want to give up but there is something pushing me back
If I let go of you now, I'll watch my light wither

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Ran across this lovely little poem about Diwali. For all you non Hindi speakers, sorry. :p

दीप न जला रकें कोई नीचे
रखत सब दीवट के ऊँचें
हो उजियार भवन सब तासें
मुदित बनत सब जन तम नासं
चमके ज्योति जनन बिच ऐसे
चम्कित दीपक-दीवट पे
लाख जिससे तुम्हारे भाल काम
करी स्तुति, प्रभु पितु नाम

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Away From You

I thought up this poem while doing the dishes one day. A little later, I transfered it from my brain to my note book. And then after that, it came on to this blog, where you are reading it.

A strong recurring dream of you,
Is what's keeping me up these days.
And don't think I can get through,
Unless I catch a rocket to space.

So I run away to the furtherest place,
To try and keep you out of my head.
But I know I can not win this race,
If I don't let you catch up instead.

And out of the deep blue, I see,
Around me bearing down.
All through the clouds, it's just me,
At the end of the cliff-hanging town.

If I'll just let go and let you come,
Is what a part me still cries out.
You keep me from kingdom-come,
And "Away from me!" is what I shout.

But the further I get away from you,
The more it hurts me in my sleep.
All I need is a chance or two,
Because they said "You sow what you reap."

It's about running away from responsibilities, and their consequences. Kinda.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Help Me Up

Now, I don't usually write any poetry. And the little that I do stays right there in my note book. Safely where no one can see. But recently, I've been writing a fair bit more, and I think it's time I get out of the "closet" with this.

Why do we fall?
How can I stop?
What's the use of it all?
Can't get over the top.

How can you say,
"It'll be okay."
What's wrong with me?
Why can't I see?

You stretch your hand,
To help me up.
But by a rubber band,
I'm all tied up.

But you said,
"It'll be okay."
Just get it out of my head,
And I think I'll stay.

You help me up,
And brush me down.
Then fill my cup,
Without a frown.

And now I can see,
Why we do fall.
Or we may be,
Not helped at all.

There, thats it. Now I know the rhyme scheme is different on the second stanza. But forgive that little anomaly. Please?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Bad Weather

On the bike- The ride started of well enough, Arun zipped through the traffic, cutting in between cars, buses, other bikes... I was not really scared, but still I've never really agreed with Arun's driving. And we were making good time. I started to hope that we would be back in time for me to finish up my chores before dinner. Then, some thing happened that I was hoping would not. It started to rain. Heavily. "I told you it would rain! I never get a prediction wrong." Declared Arun. I just tried to get the umbrella out as fast I could. Which is by no means easy, if your in the rain, on a bike, and that too driven by some one like Arun. "Let me get my umbrella out!" I shouted over the the noise of the rain, which was more like a down pour by now.
"Don't you want to enjoy the first rains of the monsoon?"
"I don't mind the rain, but my books and your mobile won't" Arun stopped smiling. That did the trick. He pulled over and let me pull the umbrella out of my bag. Then he handed me his mobile and wallet.
"Put them in the polythene bag with your books" He said when I just held them in my hand. Oh... I put them in my bag, then opened up the umbrella, got back on the bike, and he slowly pulled away. The umbrella only helped a little in stopping the rain. Though I was quite safe behind Arun, he got the brunt of the rain. We reached the main road, and were getting close to the college. Though the rain hadn't let up at all, I was still pretty well of, the rain only got to my feet. But I still thought I was getting too wet, until I looked over at a couple of guys on a bike we went past. They were soaked from head to toe, the driver crouched low, squinting through the rain. And his passenger was trying to hide as much as he could from the rain behind his partner, and it wasn't really working. I didn't feel all that wet anymore.
Finally we arrived at the school, soaking wet and hoping that the whole thing would end. Even Arun's usually upbeat attitude was looking a bit damp. "What's that crowd doing by the gate?" I wondered aloud, but I didn't know if I wanted the answer. Arun walked over to the gate, me tagging along behind him. We pushed though the crowd, and finally reached a place where a couple of guards were blocking the way. "What's happening?" I asked the guard. "Examinations. No one is allowed in." Great, now what. "We just need to get to the open school office!" The guard looked at us in a funny way. A man next to us said, "I all ready tried that." "There's nothing we can do now." Arun said, and I knew he wanted to go back home. So, with a deep sigh, I said, "Very well, let's go back." We trudged back to the bike, slouching and disappointed. Then Arun said, "At least it stopped raining" I looked up at the sky, and the clouds were just clearing out. The sun was shining through the new openings in them, and the day looked much better for it. At least the weather is not too bad, I thought as we rode home. The wind had dried out my hair and most of my upper body, and the sun was allready warming my head. I was feeling a little better now, but I would have to go back again soon, and finish the registration. I hope next time, there won't be any bad weather.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009


I am a me.
I live for me.
I know no love.
I haven't seen the dove.

Don't feel sorry.
Dying you can't parry.
Dry land is where it's at.
Dump me by the big black cat.

Triangles there.
The Pyramids are still here.
To get to the summit of it all.
Think of how far you'll have to fall.

That's why I'm me.
That's why your free.
That's why I'm on this side
That's why it's the bad side of the ride

I take the fall
And regret it all
I wanted it all
And got nothing at all

I am Me.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


This is to say that even though I have not posted in a while, I am still working on this blog. It's just that a lot of things have happened, and I have not had the time to give much thought to my blog. I am almost finished with a story and I will post as soon as possible.